Maid of the Island.

The biggest day on the island's calendar—a vibrant festival woven from threads of medieval tradition and countryside charm. The air buzzed with excitement as townsfolk flooded the grounds in flowing cloaks, corsets, and tunics. Laughter rang out as children darted between stalls, dripping ice cream down their sleeves or daring each other to bob for apples in the cool, sticky barrels.

All around, the smell of roasted meats, hay, and fresh grass clung to the breeze. The festival wasn’t just about fun—it was a battlefield in disguise. At its core, the age-old rivalry between Holloway and Bright Fields pulsed stronger than ever. From archery to obstacle relays, each competition had been neck and neck all day long.

Now, it was time for the jousting.

Gaby was already in the prep area, lacing up her gauntlets and brushing the dust off her helmet. She wore chainmail that clinked with every movement, the weight of it grounding her. Her eyes burned with focus, jaw set with determination. This wasn’t just a show. Not for her.

Bright Fields wasn’t going to win. Not today. Not while she was still in the saddle.