The Real Fun Is About to Begin

The arena buzzed with energy, and every pair of eyes seemed to be fixated on Islinda. The overwhelming attention made her heart race, and a surge of anxiety washed over her. 

This was the first time she'd ever been in the spotlight in such a massive gathering, and the pressure was almost suffocating. She clung to Andre's arm, her fingers tight against his sleeve as she tried to ground herself. 

Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, a group of pixies darted toward her, their tiny wings fluttering rapidly as they hovered in front of her face. Their voices were high-pitched and insistent as they demanded, "Smile! Beautiful human princess! Smile!"

Caught off guard, Islinda forced a large, nervous smile just as a blinding flash went off. She closed her eyes reflexively, feeling her pulse quicken. When she opened them again, she was greeted by the sight of her own face displayed on several enormous screens around the arena, each showing her awkward grin.