The morning sun shines warmly over the cobblestone streets of Larksong. Lanterns hang from every doorway, swaying gently in the breeze, ready for tonight’s Lantern Festival. In the town square, an enormous silver lantern stands on a carved wooden pole, its light faint… too faint. A worried crowd murmurs as Elder Marigold, an elderly woman with hair like wild thistle, calls for help. “Without this lantern, the songbirds will lose their way home! We need brave hearts to fetch a Moonpetal Blossom from the Silverwood Grove before nightfall.” See more