Viv trotted through the dense forest, her charm necklace—gifted by her mother—swaying gently with each step. The charm, a polished stone wrapped in silver, was her constant companion, offering her comfort in moments of doubt. Today, as she approached a crumbling ruin hidden deep within the woods, she needed that comfort more than ever.

The ruin’s stone archway loomed ahead, shadowed and foreboding. Viv paused at the entrance, her heart racing. Danger was likely waiting inside, but she pressed her nose to the charm, remembering her mother’s words: “For protection, may your hooves be fast and true.” With a deep breath, she stepped forward, her hooves echoing softly on the stone floor.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of decay. Viv moved carefully, avoiding the ancient traps with practiced ease. Her confidence grew as she trusted in her training, her mother’s wisdom echoing in her mind. At the heart of the ruin, she discovered a dusty scroll on a pedestal. Nudging it open with her muzzle, she read its message: “Safety is but a dream, and yet you live. Trust your courage.”

Viv smiled, the charm warm against her chest. Safety might be an illusion, but her courage—and her mother’s strength—would always guide her through.