Zeno was not the only one to think this way. A large number of people began to gather around the campsite for the momentous occasion. The voices of kids laughing and playing reach Zeno's ears. His eyes, a bright amber, scanned the gathered adventurers and their children, seeking a kindred spirit.
"Seems like the gathering is starting, huh?" he mused, his voice a soft melody carried on the breeze. "I might just have something to contribute." Zeno smirked, perking his chest and spreading his wings open to reach full wingspan.
He leaped off from atop the lighthouse, rapidly descending from the tower. His wings slowly started to widen and flap to decelerate, circling around the smoky pillar left behind by the large campfire at the base of the tower. Before one could realize what they saw dropping from the lighthouse, it was too late, Zeno had already landed several feet away from the site. Only sparkling orange and green fairy dust remained, glittering in the moonlight as it slowly fell to the ground like snow.
Stepping forth from a rocky road path, his presence caused a subtle shift in the air to change. "Anyone interested in a partner for a chilling tale? Or perhaps you'd prefer a silent listener, someone to appreciate your storytelling prowess?" Zeno graciously asked out loud while conjuring wispy fireballs that transformed into butterflies from his fingertips, demonstrating his mastery over his magic and what he has to offer.
His words were an invitation, a challenge, and a promise all at once. For those who dared to accept, Zeno offered not just a shared experience, but a glimpse into his hidden world, a world filled with magic, mischief, and a touch of darkness.
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