In a small village nestled between towering mountains and deep, whispering forests, there lived a boy named Aarav. He was not a warrior, nor the son of a king, but his heart brimmed with curiosity and dreams of adventure. While other children played by the riverside or helped their families in the fields, Aarav would sit beneath the old banyan tree, listening to the stories of elders about ancient magic and forgotten realms.One evening, as the sun dipped behind the hills, casting a golden glow over the land, Aarav wandered near the forest’s edge. A soft glimmer caught his eye—a