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Chapter 34: The Saturn of Lily Valley

Chapter 34: The Saturn of Lily Valley

The atmosphere in the carriage buzzed with anticipation as the rocky mountains behind them began to fade. Even the horses seemed eager, their hooves striking the ground with renewed energy. Emma leaned forward slightly, her silver eyes glimmering with excitement as the portal loomed closer, its swirling magic radiating a soft, ethereal light.

With a low vroom, the world seemed to tilt and shift as the carriage crossed the threshold of the portal. For a fleeting moment, everything blurred—a sensation of weightlessness as if they were floating between realms. Then, as suddenly as it began, the carriage emerged, and the landscape transformed.

Emma gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Before them stretched the famed Saturn of Lily Valley, a breathtaking paradise she had only ever read about in books.

“Lily Valley,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “Mom, is this the place where Goddess Aurora was born?”

Vivian smiled knowingly, her silver hair catching the warm light filtering through the carriage windows. “Yes, dear. This is where her legend began.”

Unable to contain her curiosity, Emma leaned out of the carriage window, the wind tugging gently at her hair. “Careful,” Vivian called out, her voice carrying a hint of laughter, “don’t fall.”

The path ahead was a well-worn trail, bordered by sprawling meadows that seemed to stretch endlessly on either side. The grass swayed gently, a rich emerald carpet studded with vibrant blossoms of every imaginable hue. Golden marigolds, crimson poppies, and sapphire-hued lilies painted the fields in a riot of color. Amidst them were the celestial flowers Emma had read about—delicate blooms that shimmered faintly even in daylight, their petals exuding a soft, moonlit glow.

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The sky above was a canvas of light pink and yellow, as though dawn and sunset had merged into one eternal moment. The air carried a scent so intoxicating—a sweet minty aroma with floral undertones—that Emma found herself breathing deeply, wanting to hold the memory forever.

Her gaze wandered to the distant mountains that framed the valley to the right. Their peaks were crowned with mist, and waterfalls cascaded down their sides like silver ribbons. On the left, the meadow teemed with life.

There, magical creatures roamed freely. Winged deer with sleek, opalescent coats pranced through the flowers, some leaping gracefully into the air, their gossamer wings carrying them short distances. Multi-colored rabbits darted about, their fur shimmering as if dusted with starlight. Bees of varying sizes, their wings aglow like tiny lanterns, buzzed from flower to flower, while radiant butterflies danced through the air, their patterns resembling the constellations Emma had memorized as a child.

The sun’s rays poured over the valley, illuminating every detail with a golden glow. Even the smallest petals of the flowers seemed to shimmer, as though nature itself had been painted by a divine hand.

Emma’s heart swelled with wonder. The chirping of unseen birds filled the air, their melodies weaving harmoniously with the rustle of the flowers, which seemed to sway as if alive, following the rhythm of the song. The valley felt enchanted, almost sacred.

“How beautiful,” Emma murmured, her voice barely audible as her gaze lingered on the paradise before her. “It’s perfect.”

Yet as perfect as it was, a pang of longing stirred within her. “It’s a pity we can’t stop,” she muttered, half to herself. Her fingers traced the edges of the carriage window as if she could reach out and grasp the beauty around her.

Vivian glanced at her daughter and smiled knowingly. “There’s always time, Emma. Perhaps one day you’ll return to explore it all.”

But for Emma, that day felt too far away. She wanted to see the valley in all its intricacies—its hidden wonders, its unseen secrets, its quiet corners where magic lingered most strongly. Her mind raced with questions.

What lay beyond the horizon of flowers? What mysteries did the valley hold? She wanted to know every aspect of this place—the highs and lows, the wonders and dangers.

She wanted to know everything.