Eryndor followed Aria through the winding streets of the ancient city, the moon casting a silver glow over the crumbling buildings. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of a babbling brook.

  As they walked, Aria told Eryndor more about the city's history and the secrets it held. Eryndor listened intently, his mind racing with wonder and curiosity.

  They eventually arrived at a small, secluded garden, surrounded by high walls and filled with a dazzling array of flowers and trees. Aria led Eryndor to a small pond, where they sat down on a bench.

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  "The city is full of secrets, Eryndor," Aria said, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. "But there's one secret that's more important than all the others. A secret that could change the course of history."

  Eryndor leaned forward, his heart racing with excitement. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

  Aria smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "All in good time, Eryndor," she said. "For now, let's just enjoy the beauty of the night."

  As they sat there in silence, Eryndor felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he still had a long journey ahead of him, but for now, he was content to simply be.