Pip took a deep breath, and then headed down the flights of spiral stairs until he reached the vaults of artifacts. Old books with faded spines and mysterious trinkets nestled among thick cobwebs that had formed from the long time of the room’s disuse. His little paws sifted through shimmering crystals and ancient scrolls until something caught his eye—a glimmering pendant, suspended in a ray of sunlight.
It was the Amulet of Instinct, a powerful artifact Wisefeather had mentioned during lessons. Pip could feel its energy vibrating softly in his paws, reassuring and warm.
