《Blood and Ashes》


 Prologue

    Dark clouds loomed ominously over the city, casting a shadow that made it difficult for sunlight to penetrate the thick, smoky air. Above Bira''lifa, plumes of black smoke twisted and curled, rising like dark spirits from the charred remains of what was once a thriving metropolis. The entire city lay in ruins, reduced to ash and corpses, a haunting testament to the ferocity of battle.


    The ground was littered with bodies, forming grotesque mountains, while rivers of red blood flowed sluggishly, mingling with the remnants of destruction.The battle to protect the city had raged for seven long days, a relentless struggle against the encroaching darkness.


    Desperate for help, the defenders had called for reinforcements from neighboring cities, but their cries had gone unanswered. Demons flooded the streets, their grotesque forms casting shadows that danced menacingly across the debris. The sky was a chaotic tapestry of flying creatures, leaving the weary soldiers with no chance to fight back. It was a one-sided slaughter, a massacre that echoed with the cries of the fallen.


    Crows and ravens, dark harbingers of death, feasted on the dead, their beady eyes glinting with a sinister satisfaction. They seemed to revel in the aftermath of violence, their cawing creating a macabre symphony against the backdrop of destruction.


    At the entrance of the broken gate of the city, a silhouette emerged¡ªa rider on a white horse, an ethereal figure amidst the desolation. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that obscured half of his face, leaving only a long white beard visible, flowing like a banner of purity against the grime of war. Clad in a long white robe that billowed gently in the wind, he appeared almost otherworldly. As he entered the city, the soft neigh of his horse was a stark contrast to the grim silence around them.


    The stench of rotten corpses filled the air, a nauseating reminder of the horrors that had unfolded, making it unbearable to breathe. The crows, sensing the presence of the man, abandoned their feast, retreating into the shadows.The man rode closer to a fallen soldier, his heart heavy with sorrow. The soldier lay sprawled on the ground, his body marred by a deep cut on his chest that exposed his rib cage, a gruesome testament to the brutality of battle. Around his neck hung a diamond pendant that glowed dimly under the waning light of the evening sun, its brilliance a stark contrast to the surrounding devastation.


    Dismounting, the old man approached the corpse, his gaze fixed on the pendant. The air around him felt thick with the weight of loss and memories long buried. He knelt beside the soldier, his weathered hands trembling as he reached out to touch the pendant. The soldier''s uniform was tattered, each frayed edge telling a story of battles fought and sacrifices made. The pendant, shimmering softly, seemed to be a glimmer of beauty amidst the brutality of war.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    This was no ordinary diamond pendant; it was the Pendant of Light. Legends spoke of its power¡ªthat by wearing it, the God of Light would guide the bearer even after death. The old man held the pendant in his hand and closed his eyes, his lips moving as if reciting a sacred prayer. At first, his voice was a whisper, but as he continued, it grew steady and resonant. The air around him began to shimmer, and the pendant pulsed with radiant light, casting a warm, ethereal glow that illuminated the somber landscape.


    It felt as if the very essence of hope and guidance was manifesting before him.With each word he spoke, the pendant responded, its brilliance intensifying, casting flickering shadows that danced across the ground. The horse, uneasy with the sudden surge of energy, shifted nervously beneath him, its ears perked and eyes wide with apprehension. The old man sensed the creature''s distress but remained focused on the pendant, feeling a connection to something far greater than himself.Then suddenly, he stopped.


    His eyes opened abruptly, glowing with an otherworldly light, and the old man was plunged into a vision. He saw a young man leaving his home, his family waving goodbye with expressions filled with a mix of pride and sorrow. The young man¡¯s face was etched with determination and fear, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of duty.


    As the scene unfolded, the old man felt a pang in his heart, witnessing the bittersweet farewell that would lead to the soldier¡¯s fate. The mother¡¯s tear-streaked face, the father¡¯s strong but trembling hand, and the siblings¡¯ hopeful smiles resonated deeply within him, each image a reminder of love left behind.


    The vision shifted, showing the young man marching into the distance, the landscape transforming from familiar fields to the chaos of war. The sounds of roars, clashing metal, and distant cries filled the air, drowning out the warmth of home. The old man watched helplessly as the soldier faced battle after battle, his courage shining through the fear that gripped him.


    Suddenly, the scene shifted again. The young man, now clad in armor, carried a young child in his arms as he raced through the chaos, desperately trying to avoid the demons despite the injury in his chest. Just as hope seemed within reach, a flying creature lunged at him, and everything went black; he could only hear the piercing shriek of the child.


    The vision changed once more. The young soldier lay on the ground, surrounded by chaos, the weight of despair pressing down on the old man as he recognized the moment of sacrifice. The pendant in his hand pulsed, resonating with the soldier¡¯s final thoughts¡ªa yearning for home, for the love he had left behind. Tears streamed down the old man''s cheeks as he opened his mouth and let out a heart-wrenching cry, "Aethon! Have you forsaken your people?"


    Just then the sky rumbled sending flash of lightening through out the land, the horse terrified let out a loud neighing cry and raced into the distance, deserting his master.


    The earth quake, gravels and stones were elevated into the air, making the scene look unworldly. Lightening curled into a ball and appear before the old man.


    The pendant in his hands shattered, indeed he has summon the spirit of the Aethon the God of light. The old man opened his eyes and atmosphere became calm almost instantly, but the ball of lightening still stood there.


    The ball of lightning crackled with energy, illuminating the desolate landscape with a blinding brilliance. The old man stood transfixed, feeling the weight of the moment settle around him like a cloak.


    Suddenly the ball began to vibrate and with a powerful surge of energy dashed into the distance, onto the far East. The whole city grew dark for it was night already.


    The old man stood up, his old weathered and dry lips curled up in a smile, ''Indeed light has given us hope'' he thought.

 Chapter 1: Family is Everything

    The warm afternoon wind blew the land in an attempt to cool it from the heat of the scorching sun. Convoy of carriages and chariots made its way along the dusty road leading to the village of Englor.


    Inside one of the carriage a group of young men sat down happily joking among themselves, they were young soldiers who were brought from the battlefield after the war. The Kingdom of Vynaria has been at war against the kingdom of Eldrador for many years, for an unknown reason that was lost in time.


    Some said that it was because of betrayal while others for territories, but one thing was sure for certain both kingdom was ready to destroy each other at all The warm afternoon wind blew across the land, attempting to cool it from the heat of the scorching sun. A convoy of carriages and chariots made its way along the dusty road leading to the village of Englor. Inside one of the carriages, a group of young men sat happily, joking among themselves. They were soldiers returning from the battlefield, their laughter a stark contrast to the grim memories they carried.


    As the convoy rolled on, the soldiers shared stories of bravery and camaraderie, their spirits lifted by the prospect of returning home. The golden fields stretched out before them, a reminder of what they fought to protect. Yet, beneath the laughter, a sense of unease lingered. The scars of war ran deep, and the shadows of their past battles loomed large.


    One soldier, a tall young man with tousled hair named Kael, leaned forward, his voice cutting through the jovial atmosphere. ¡°I would be so glad to meet my dad, that old fool,¡± he said with a chuckle, a mix of affection and exasperation in his tone. ¡°He¡¯s probably been pacing the floor, waiting for news."


    The others laughed, picturing Kael''s father, a stout man with a hearty laugh and an endless supply of stories. ¡°I can imagine him shouting at the top of his lungs, ¡®Where¡¯s my boy?¡¯¡± Aric chimed in, grinning.


    ¡°Or trying to organize a welcome party before you even set foot in the village!¡± added another soldier, his eyes sparkling with mischief.


    Kael smiled, but a flicker of worry crossed his face. ¡°I just hope he doesn¡¯t try to throw me a feast. I¡¯m not sure I can handle his cooking after all this time.¡±


    The laughter faded slightly as they all thought about their families waiting for them. Each soldier carried a mix of excitement and anxiety about returning home, knowing that while they might be welcomed as heroes, the reality of their experiences would be harder to share.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    As the convoy approached Englor, the sun dipped lower, casting a warm golden hue over the fields, and Kael felt a surge of hope. ¡°Whatever happens, we¡¯ve made it back,¡± he said, determination in his voice. ¡°And we¡¯ll face whatever comes next together.¡±


    The others nodded in agreement, their camaraderie a source of strength as they prepared to step into the next chapter of their life.


    The convoy rolled into the street, carriage wheels rumbling on the cobblestones, and the sounds of the village came alive around them. Merchants called out their wares, children chased each other with laughter, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of the fields.As they passed through the village square, Aric''s heart raced.


    He could see familiar faces among the crowd¡ªfriends and family who had come to welcome them home. The sight filled him with a mix of joy and trepidation. Would they understand the weight he carried?¡°Look! There¡¯s my sister!¡± shouted one of the soldiers, pointing to a young girl waving enthusiastically.


    The others followed suit, scanning the crowd for their own loved ones.Aric felt a tug at his heart as he spotted his father, standing proudly near the fountain, his face beaming with relief and joy. ¡°There he is!¡± Aric exclaimed, his voice rising above the noise.


    As the carriage came to a halt, the soldiers jumped down, their laughter now replaced with excited shouts and warm embraces. Kael step out of the carriage and watched his fellow comrade embrace they family after a long time, his heart was warm with emotions. He scan the environment in search in of his relatives but he found non.


    While he was still in search of familiar faces, Aric walked in with his father, a man whose hair was already grey, likely a testament to the worry he had endured since his son joined the army at such a young age.


    ¡°Dad, this is my friend Kael!¡± Aric said, his voice filled with euphoria.


    ¡°Kael, this is my father!¡±


    Kael bowed slightly, a gesture of respect. ¡°Greetings, Elder¡­¡±


    ¡°Just call me Author!¡± the old man replied, his eyes glinting with warmth and pride. ¡°I¡¯ve heard so much about you, Kael. It¡¯s good to finally meet the brave soldier who has stood by my son¡¯s side.¡±


    Kael smiled, feeling a swell of camaraderie. ¡°It¡¯s an honor, sir. Aric has been a true friend through everything.¡±


    Author clapped a hand on Kael¡¯s shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. ¡°You boys have made us all proud. The stories of your bravery will be told for generations. Come, join us for a meal! There¡¯s plenty to celebrate today.¡±


    As they made their way to a long table set up in the village square, the aroma of roasted meats and fresh bread filled the air, making Kael¡¯s stomach rumble. Villagers were gathered around, sharing laughter and stories, the atmosphere vibrant with life.


    ¡°Your father seems like a great man,¡± Kael said to Aric as they walked.


    ¡°He is,¡± Aric replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. ¡°He¡¯s always been there for me, even when I chose to join the army. He believed in me when I didn¡¯t believe in myself.¡±


    Kael nodded, appreciating the bond they shared. ¡°Family is everything, especially after what we¡¯ve been through.¡±


    As they settled at the table, Author began to recount tales of the village, stories of resilience and community that had endured even during the toughest times. The warmth of the gathering enveloped them, and for a moment, the scars of war faded into the background.


    Kael felt a sense of belonging he hadn¡¯t realized he craved. Surrounded by friends and family, he knew that while the journey ahead might still be fraught with challenges, they would face it together, united by their shared experiences and hopes for peace.

 Chapter two

    After the feast with Aric¡¯s family, Kael decided to journey to his village. Maybe they were unable to come because of the long distance, he thought. The journey from Englor to Blossom Valley would take about three hours, and with night already falling, the road would be dark and uncertain.


    Aric, noticing Kael¡¯s determination, suggested, ¡°You should sleep in Englor for the night. It¡¯s safer, and you can leave at dawn.¡±


    But Kael shook his head, his resolve firm. ¡°I appreciate the offer, but I need to see my family. It¡¯s been too long. They might be waiting for me.¡±


    After much persuasion, Aric finally relented, though he looked concerned. ¡°Alright, but at least take this lantern,¡± he said, handing Kael a small oil lamp. ¡°It¡¯ll help light your way.¡±


    Aric also gave him a horse, a sturdy chestnut mare named Ember. ¡°She¡¯s a good traveler,¡± Aric assured him. ¡°You¡¯ll get to Blossom Valley much faster this way.¡±


    Kael¡¯s face lit up with gratitude. ¡°Thank you, Aric! This will make the journey so much easier.¡±


    After mounting Ember, he felt a rush of exhilaration. The mare shifted beneath him, eager to be on the move. ¡°I¡¯ll take good care of her,¡± Kael promised, giving Aric a reassuring nod. The horse galloped into the distance, the landscape rapidly transforming from a civilized village to a deep, thick forest. The sounds of beasts roaring and the chirping of birds filled the air as Kael rode deeper into the woods. The thick canopy covered his sight, but the flickering light of the lantern illuminated the path ahead, casting long shadows that danced between the trees. Kael felt a mix of excitement and trepidation; the thrill of the journey surged through him, but the encroaching darkness brought with it a sense of vulnerability.


    As Ember maneuvered gracefully over the uneven terrain, Kael¡¯s thoughts drifted to his family. He envisioned his mother¡¯s warm embrace and his sister¡¯s eager chatter. The thought of seeing them again fueled his determination, pushing aside any lingering doubts.


    The deeper he ventured into the forest, the more the sounds shifted. The chirping of birds gave way to an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. Kael¡¯s heart raced as he scanned the shadows, feeling the weight of the night pressing in around him.


    Suddenly, a distant howl echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down his spine. Kael tightened his grip on the reins, urging Ember to move faster. ¡°It¡¯s just the wind,¡± he muttered to himself, but the unease settled heavily in his chest.


    He urged the horse to move faster, the woods flashing by in a blur. The deeper he went, the less forest he could see; he was sure he was close to the village. He could now see the moon above him, with the lantern clutched in one hand and the reins in the other. Kael''s heart raced with excitement and nervousness.


    After hours of navigating his way through the woods, he saw a stone wall ahead of him, and a smile crossed his lips. He imagined a busy village lit with colorful lanterns and filled with the sounds of music. The whole kingdom was already celebrating their victory over Eldrador; he knew his hometown well, how they loved celebration and merriment.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    But as he got closer to the village, he heard nothing¡ªno birds, no livestock, and no music. He halted his horse for a moment to listen, but his keen ears failed to detect a sound. His heart ached. Why is it so quiet? A sense of dread began to creep into his mind.


    Kael dismounted Ember, the ground cool beneath his feet as he approached the stone wall. He peered over, searching for any signs of life. The village was shrouded in an unsettling stillness, the vibrant energy he had imagined now replaced by an ominous silence.


    ¡°Hello?¡± he called out, his voice echoing against the stone. ¡°Is anyone there?¡±


    No response came, only the whisper of the wind through the trees. Kael¡¯s heart raced as he climbed onto the wall, straining to see into the village. The streets were empty, the lanterns unlit, and the houses stood dark and silent. It was as if the village had been abandoned overnight.


    Panic surged within him. ¡°This can¡¯t be right,¡± he muttered, jumping down and leading Ember through a small gate that had been left ajar. He stepped cautiously onto the cobblestone path, his senses heightened. Every shadow seemed to loom larger, and every creak of wood felt amplified.


    As he ventured further into the heart of Blossom Valley, he noticed signs of struggle¡ªbroken crates, overturned chairs, and a few scattered personal belongings. Kael¡¯s stomach twisted with fear. ¡°Where is everyone?¡± he whispered, dread pooling in his gut.


    He called out again, louder this time. ¡°Mom! Dad! It¡¯s Kael! I¡¯m home!¡±


    Silence answered him, thick and suffocating. He felt a chill run down his spine. The village he had longed to see was now a ghost town, and the celebration he had envisioned felt like a cruel joke.


    Determined to find answers, Kael moved toward his family¡¯s home, a modest cottage at the end of the main street. With each step, his heart pounded louder in his chest. He tied the horse to a pole before reaching the door and knocked, the sound echoing hollowly in the night. ¡°Please, someone answer!¡±


    After a moment, he pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges breaking the silence. The interior was dark, but the faint smell of smoke lingered in the air. He stepped inside, lantern raised, illuminating the empty living room.


    ¡°Mom? Dad?¡± Kael¡¯s voice trembled as he called out again.


    He moved through the house, checking each room. The kitchen was untouched, the table still set as if they had just finished dinner. But there was no sign of his family. Panic clawed at his throat.


    He scanned the room in search of any trace that would lead him to them, and then his eyes fell on the door that led to the backyard. ¡°Mom? Dad?¡± He opened the door forcefully, hoping to see his parents, but what he saw made his eyes widen in terror.


    Limbs and body parts lay aimlessly in a pool of blood; no military training had prepared him for this. He ducked behind the door and discharged all that he had eaten from his stomach.


    ¡°How could someone be so ruthless?¡± Kael whispered, his voice trembling as he cleaned himself and stood. He had to be sure¡ªhe had to know if they were his parents. But deep down, a part of him desperately hoped it couldn''t be true.


    As he stepped closer, tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision. The sight before him felt unreal, a nightmare he couldn¡¯t wake from. His father''s head lay decapitated, the lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. A wave of anguish crashed over him, and he clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms as if to anchor himself in reality.


    ¡°No! Not you!¡± he cried out, his sorrow echoing through the empty house. The sound was raw and heart-wrenching, a desperate plea against the cruel silence that surrounded him. Pain surged through his chest like a dagger, and he fell to his knees, overwhelmed by grief. The world around him faded as he let the tears flow freely, each drop a testament to the love he had lost, the warmth that would never return.


    In that moment, the weight of his loss settled heavily on his shoulders, and he felt utterly alone in a world that had turned dark and unforgiving.

 Chapter 3: Descendants of light

    Kael stood before two tombstones, his surroundings illuminated by the lantern he had placed next to his parents'' graves. After burying them, he had searched the entire village for survivors but found nothing but mutilated body parts. The beautiful buildings had burned down, and the once vibrant streets of Blossom Valley lay in ruins. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and decay, a haunting reminder of the horrors that had unfolded.


    He felt hollow as he knelt before the stones, the weight of grief pressing down on him like an anchor. The lantern flickered beside him, casting a warm glow that contrasted sharply with the cold reality of his surroundings. He traced the engraved names: Eldrin and Mira, his beloved parents. Tears streamed down his face as he recalled their laughter, their love, and the countless moments that now felt like distant memories.


    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry,¡± he whispered, his voice breaking. ¡°I should have been here. I shouldn¡¯t have left you.¡± The guilt gnawed at him, a relentless torment twisting in his chest. He had promised to protect them, to return home, and now he had failed.


    His mind drifted back to when he was a child, a time when the world was peaceful, filled with laughter and light. He remembered the warmth of their embraces, the stories they told by the fire, and the way they encouraged his dreams. It felt like a lifetime ago, overshadowed now by the darkness that had consumed Blossom Valley.


    Kael''s heart ached as he recalled the day he had left. His father had been upset, disagreeing with his decision to join the military. For the first time, Kael had challenged him, determined to enlist no matter what. Their relationship had always been strained; Eldrin had never supported Kael¡¯s aspirations. He wanted his son to pursue a safer path, one that would keep him close to home, away from the dangers of war.


    The argument had been fierce, words exchanged in anger that hung heavy in the air. ¡°Why can¡¯t you understand? I have to do this!¡± Kael had shouted, his voice filled with youthful defiance. His father¡¯s face had twisted in frustration, worry etched deep into his features. ¡°You¡¯re throwing your life away, Kael! You don¡¯t know what you¡¯re getting into!¡±


    Now, standing before the gravestones, those words echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of their last conversation. A fresh wave of guilt washed over him. If only he had listened. If only he had stayed. ¡°I thought I could make a difference,¡± he murmured, trembling. ¡°I thought I could protect you.¡± The memories of his father¡¯s disappointment and his mother¡¯s gentle reassurances flooded back, intertwining with his grief. Mira had always been the peacemaker, the one who believed in him even when Eldrin didn¡¯t.


    Kael wiped his tears, his heart heavy with regret. ¡°I was so stubborn,¡± he whispered. ¡°I thought I could change the world, but I couldn¡¯t even save my own family.¡± The weight of his failures pressed down on him, suffocating in its intensity.


    As the lantern flickered, casting shadows that danced across the ground, Kael felt a surge of determination rise within him. ¡°I won¡¯t let this be the end,¡± he vowed, his voice steadier now. ¡°I¡¯ll find out who did this. I¡¯ll make sure they pay for what they¡¯ve done.¡±


    With one last look at the tombstones of Eldrin and Mira, he straightened up, the flickering light reflecting the fire igniting in his heart. ¡°I will honor your memory,¡± he promised. ¡°I will fight for Blossom Valley, for you.¡±


    Turning away from the graves, Kael stepped into the darkness, ready to confront the shadows that had taken everything from him. Each step felt like a promise, a commitment to seek justice and reclaim the light that had been extinguished from his life. The path ahead was uncertain, but he was resolute, fueled by love and a fierce desire to protect the memory of his parents.


    Meanwhile in the dark shadows in the woods were two glowing eyes staring at the silhouette of Keal, the being dissolved into a smoke and flew into the air.


    Following the east wind, it flew over mountains and river, valleys and lake, and in a short span of time it traveled to the wilderness.


    The wilderness now cool by the night''s wind was deserted , no living soul has ever stepped foot on this land.


    It flew to the mountains  in the middle of the wilderness and then into a cave. Inside the cave, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient stone. The figure emerged from the swirling smoke, taking on the form of a tall, shadowy silhouette.


    Clad in a smoky, hooded cloak that reached down to his feet, his face was concealed by the hood, leaving a space shrouded in darkness, with only his glowing eyes visible.


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    With a wave of his hand, runes inscribed on the cave began to glow, stones and gravel began to float above the ground.


    "Let my heart be consume by pain, and my soul by darkness!" His voice  resounded in the cave like rumbling of stones. He took a step closer to the end of the cave.


    "May my heart know not love and my mind light!" As the last words echoed through the cavern, a surge of energy pulsed from the runes, illuminating the cave with an eerie, flickering light.


    Shadows danced along the walls, twisting and morphing into shapes that seemed to respond to the incantation. The air grew thick with tension, charged with the weight of intentions long buried.The soulless figure felt a deep connection to the ancient magic that surrounded it.


    It was as if the cave itself was alive, reacting to the plea for power and darkness. The floating stones began to orbit around it, creating a swirling vortex that intensified the glow of its eyes.


    Suddenly, a deep rumble shook the ground, and from the shadows emerged a wraith-like entity with eyes that mirrored the soulless one''s own. It hovered before the figure, its form shifting like smoke in the wind.


    The soulless figure knelt before the Dark Lord, the flickering shadows of the cave swirling around them. ¡°Master,¡± it began, voice low and reverent, ¡°I have come to serve you. The time has come to extinguish the last descendant of light. His name is Kael.¡±


    The Dark Lord¡¯s voice echoed through the cavern, deep and resonant. ¡°Ah, the boy who mourns his parents. He harbors the light of hope, a flicker that must be snuffed out. What is your plan?¡±


    Kael''s name hung in the air, heavy with impending doom. ¡°Kael is driven by grief and vengeance,¡± the soulless explained, its glowing eyes narrowing with focus. ¡°He seeks justice for his family, and in his pursuit, he will grow stronger. We must strike before he realizes his potential. I propose we manipulate his emotions, lead him into traps that will test his resolve.¡±


    ¡°You speak of manipulation,¡± the Dark Lord mused, a hint of approval in his tone, ¡°but how will you ensure he does not uncover his true power? He must remain unaware of his lineage until it is too late.¡±


    The soulless leaned closer, its voice a whisper of darkness. ¡°I will exploit his memories. I can create illusions of his parents, whispering doubts and fears into his mind. He will believe he is haunted by their spirits, urging him to seek vengeance against shadows that do not exist.¡±


    ¡°Clever,¡± the Dark Lord replied, a sinister edge to his words. ¡°Fear is a potent weapon. But what if he discovers the truth? What if he learns of his heritage before you can strike?¡±


    ¡°I will sow confusion among his allies,¡± the soulless declared, rising slightly with newfound confidence. ¡°I can infiltrate their ranks, spreading lies that will turn them against one another. Kael will find himself isolated, vulnerable to our influence.¡±


    ¡°And when he is alone, what then?¡± the Dark Lord pressed, his eyes glinting with dark anticipation. ¡°How do you intend to confront him?¡±


    The soulless took a deep breath, envisioning the chaos it would unleash. ¡°I will reveal myself as a shadow of his past, a figment of his guilt and sorrow. In his darkest moment, I will confront him, forcing him to question everything he believes. He will doubt his strength and falter.¡±


    ¡°And if he fights back?¡± the Dark Lord warned, a note of skepticism creeping into his voice. ¡°What if he draws upon the light within him?¡±


    ¡°I will ensure he is unprepared,¡± the soulless replied, determination hardening its tone. ¡°He will face me in a moment of despair, believing he has lost everything. I will drain his hope and consume his spirit, leaving only darkness in its wake.¡±


    A sinister smile formed on the Dark Lord¡¯s lips. ¡°Very well. You have my blessing. But remember, failure is not an option. The balance of light and dark must shift in our favor. Do not underestimate the boy; he carries the legacy of his ancestors.¡±


    The soulless bowed deeply, resolve etched in every line of its shadowy form. ¡°I will not fail you, Master. Kael will be broken before he can uncover his identity. The light will be extinguished, and the darkness will reign supreme.¡±


    ¡°Then go,¡± the Dark Lord commanded, his voice a low rumble. ¡°Let the shadows guide you, and may your path be shrouded in the despair of those who dare to hope.¡±


    With that, the soulless figure rose, determination igniting within its heart as it prepared to carry out the Dark Lord¡¯s sinister plan.

 Chapter: 4

    Roar!


    The strong roar of beast broke the morning calm, birds flee their nest in panic as the trees break and fall.


    A man speed through the woods with a boar right on his tail.


    "Help me!!!" The man screamed almost peeing his pants. The boar had a malevolent glow in its eyes, chasing the man with everything it got.


    The man ran without looking back, he had heard people complaining about wild animal chasing farmers, only to experience it today.


    It has gotten to the point that he doesn''t know where he''s heading, one thing was certain for sure, he have to run if he still wants to catch those breaths.


    The man ducked himself behind a big tree to catch his breath, which he was sure that he would lose soon.


    For a moment he could no longer hear the sound of anything or beast to be precise, behind was a peaceful forest.


    The farmer heaved a sigh of relief. Just as the man was about to step out from behind the tree, he heard the sound of rustling leaves and twigs snapping.


    The boar emerged from the underbrush, its malevolent glow intensifying as it fixed its gaze on the man. The man''s heart sank, and he realized he wasn''t safe yet. He took off in a sprint, dashing between the trees as the boar gave chase once more.


    The man''s legs pumped furiously as he zigzagged through the dense forest, desperate to shake the boar off his tail. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his heart threatened to burst from his chest. Just when he thought he couldn''t run anymore, he saw a glimmer of light up ahead - a break in the trees that might just lead to safety.


    With renewed energy, the man surged forward, the boar mere inches behind. He could feel its hot breath on his heels, and the stench of its bristly hide filled his nostrils. The man''s eyes fixed on the gap between the trees, and with a final burst of speed, he flung himself through the opening...


    Only to find himself at the edge of a steep cliff, with nothing but a dizzying drop to the rocky floor below. The man''s momentum carried him forward, and he felt his feet slip on the loose gravel. Time seemed to slow as he teetered on the brink, the boar''s enraged snorting and snapping mere feet behind....


    Keal followed an old route through the woods, he remembered this road as one of the busiest roads in the village, but thick bushes and a thin lane was the only thing present in the once great road.


    After riding for two hours, Keal decided to look for water for his horse.


    [ ] As Keal guided his horse through the dense underbrush, the sound of rushing water grew louder, and he caught glimpses of a sparkling stream through the trees. He followed the sound, his horse''s hooves splashing in the shallow water as they reached the stream''s edge.


    Keal dismounted, letting his horse drink from the stream while he took a moment to rest and scan their surroundings. The forest seemed quiet, except for the occasional birdcall or rustle of leaves. Keal''s eyes narrowed as he noticed a piece of torn fabric caught in a nearby thorn bush. He walked over to investigate, his hand reaching out to gently pull the fibre free.


    It was an ordinary fiber, no special design, it was already old and ragged. What make Keal curious about the fibre was because it was stained with blood


    Keal''s grip on the fabric tightened as he examined the bloodstain more closely. It was dried and brown, but it still sent a shiver down his spine. He wondered who the fabric belonged to and what had happened to them. Was it an animal attack, or something more sinister?


    As he stood there, lost in thought, Keal''s horse suddenly let out a nervous whinny. Keal''s head snapped up, and he scanned his surroundings, his hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at his belt.


    That was when he saw it. A figure, stumbling through the underbrush, crashing into trees and sending birds flying. Keal''s eyes narrowed as he watched the figure approach.


    As the figure drew closer, Keal could see that it was a man, dressed in tattered and worn clothing. The man''s face was pale and sweaty, and his eyes had a wild, desperate look in them.


    "Please..." the man gasped, stumbling towards Keal. "You have to help me..."


    Keal''s instincts told him to be cautious, but there was something about the man''s desperation that struck a chord in him. He sheathed his dagger and took a step forward, his hand outstretched.


    "What''s wrong?" Keal asked, his voice firm but gentle. "What''s happening?"


    The man grasped Keal''s arm, his grip like a vice. "It''s...it''s behind me," he gasped. "I can hear it...I can feel it..."


    Keal''s eyes scanned the surrounding trees, but he saw nothing. No movement, no sign of pursuit. But the man''s fear was palpable, and Keal couldn''t shake the feeling that they were being watched.


    Suddenly, the man''s head jerked up, his eyes fixed on something behind Keal. Keal spun around, his heart racing, but he saw nothing.


    "What is it?" Keal demanded, his voice low and urgent. "What do you see?"


    The man''s voice was barely audible. "The...the boar..."


    Keal''s eyes snapped back to the man, and he felt a jolt of adrenaline. The boar? What boar?


    But before he could ask any questions, the man''s eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.


    Keal was left standing there, feeling bewildered and more than a little concerned. What was going on? Who was this man, and what was he running from?


    As he stood there, trying to make sense of things, Keal heard a faint rustling in the underbrush. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that they were not alone in the forest.


    And then, a loud roar echoed through the trees, making Keal''s blood run cold. The boar. It was coming.


    He raised the man into his shoulder and climbed his horse.


    "Sha!!!" He urged his horse, nursing some speed out of it, he could hear the crashing down of trees behind him.


    After riding for thirty minutes, he came to a stop behind a big tree. He laid the farmer down to examine his injuries.


    His body was covered in scratches he sustained from branches. His body was covered in scratches he had gained from branches.


    Keal crouched beside the farmer, his heart still pounding from the chase. The man was unconscious, his breathing shallow, but he seemed to be alive, for now. Keal carefully inspected the farmer¡¯s injuries: deep scratches from the sharp branches of the trees, some bruises forming on his arms and legs, and a gash along his forehead. None of them seemed immediately life-threatening, but he needed to tend to them before the boar found them again.


    Keal pulled out a small flask of water from his saddlebag and poured it over a clean cloth. Gently, he dabbed at the farmer''s forehead, wiping away the blood. His mind raced. The man had mentioned a boar, a dangerous one with a malevolent glow in its eyes. What could drive such an animal to hunt a person? Keal had heard rumors of wild creatures growing aggressive in these woods, but he never imagined something like this.


    The rustling sound of leaves reached his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his dagger, but he quickly noticed it wasn¡¯t the boar¡ªit was the wind stirring through the trees. He exhaled a long breath, trying to calm his nerves.


    The farmer began to stir slightly, groaning as he came to. His wide, frantic eyes fluttered open, and Keal quickly leaned over him.


    "You''re safe, for now," Keal said, his voice steady.


    The man¡¯s pupils dilated as he tried to sit up, but the pain from his injuries made him wince. "The boar," he gasped. "It¡¯s close, you have to¡ª"


    Keal placed a hand on the farmer¡¯s chest, gently urging him to lie back down. "We need to get you out of here first. The boar won¡¯t catch us if we¡¯re careful. But you need to rest."


    The farmer shook his head, his face twisted in terror. "No¡­ no rest¡­ It¡¯s coming. I heard it¡­ It¡¯s close!"


    Keal glanced around the clearing, his senses on high alert. The dense forest around them felt eerily silent, as though it was holding its breath. There was no sound of the boar, but the farmer¡¯s frantic fear had Keal on edge. He couldn''t take chances.


    He stood quickly, looking over the landscape. In the distance, through the thick trees, he could just make out the faint glimmer of a rock formation rising from the forest floor. It was high ground, an ideal vantage point. If they could make it there, they might have a better chance of defending themselves¡ªor at least a better view of their surroundings.


    Keal turned back to the farmer. "Can you ride? We need to move quickly."


    The farmer¡¯s face was pale, his hands trembling as he sat up. "I¡ªI can¡¯t¡­" he mumbled, barely able to steady himself.


    Keal knew they couldn¡¯t waste more time. He swiftly hoisted the man up onto the horse and climbed behind him. "Hang on tight. I¡¯m getting us to safety."


    With a firm kick, Keal urged his horse forward, riding through the thick forest once again. He could feel the tension in the air¡ªsomething was closing in. The feeling of being watched intensified with every step. It wasn¡¯t just the wind this time; there was something else moving through the underbrush.


    Suddenly, the trees ahead of them shook, and Keal¡¯s heart skipped a beat as a deafening roar split the air. The ground trembled beneath the powerful sound, and he knew that the boar wasn¡¯t far behind.

 Chapter 5: Narrow Escape

    He urged his horse to gallop, but the dense forest made it difficult to gain much speed. The sounds of crashing trees grew louder, and the smell of something rank and wild reached Keal''s nostrils. The boar was closer than he''d feared.


    With his heart racing, Keal pushed forward, his thoughts focused solely on getting to the rock formation. He couldn¡¯t outrun the boar for long, not in this dense wood. His only chance was to reach the higher ground and figure out a way to fight back or find cover.


    As they neared the rock formation, Keal¡¯s eyes darted to the side, where a thick thicket of brambles and wildflowers grew. He saw an opening¡ªjust enough space to squeeze through.


    "We¡¯re almost there," he muttered to the farmer, urging the horse toward the thicket. He didn¡¯t have time to wonder if it would work.


    With a final push, Keal guided the horse through the brambles, dodging low-hanging branches. The moment they cleared the thicket, the rock formation loomed before them, its sheer walls rising sharply. It was the perfect vantage point, but there was no time to hesitate.


    He dismounted swiftly, lifting the farmer off the horse. "Stay here. Keep low," Keal instructed, dragging the man toward the base of the rocks. He helped him find a small, concealed crevice in the stone where the man could hide.


    Keal climbed a short way up the rocky surface, positioning himself where he had a clear view of the forest below. The sounds of the boar grew louder, closer now¡ªits heavy footsteps shaking the earth, a growl reverberating through the trees.


    Keal¡¯s breath quickened, his hand gripping the hilt of his dagger, his eyes scanning the woods for any sign of movement.


    And then, there it was¡ªemerging from the trees, its massive form crashing through the underbrush, a wild gleam in its eyes. The boar was huge, its tusks gleaming in the filtered sunlight. It was a beast out of a nightmare, driven by something more than mere hunger.


    Keal¡¯s fingers tightened on his dagger. They were trapped, but he wasn¡¯t going to go down without a fight.


    Keal¡¯s heart pounded in his chest as the boar approached, its massive frame pushing through the underbrush like a juggernaut. Its malevolent eyes locked onto the farmer¡¯s hiding place, but Keal wasn¡¯t about to let that happen. He quickly scanned his surroundings, looking for anything he could use to his advantage. The rocks offered some cover, but the boar was relentless.


    The animal¡¯s guttural snorts echoed through the forest, shaking the leaves above Keal¡¯s head. He could hear its hooves crashing against the forest floor as it drew closer, each step an omen of what was to come. The adrenaline coursing through Keal¡¯s veins sharpened his senses. He knew he had to act fast.


    He turned to the farmer, who was trembling in his hiding spot, eyes wide with terror. ¡°Stay down,¡± Keal whispered urgently. ¡°Do not move. Whatever you do, don¡¯t draw its attention.¡±


    The farmer nodded, his face ashen, and pressed himself further into the shadows. Keal turned back to the approaching boar, his mind racing. There was no way they could outrun it, not with the terrain. And if the boar saw them both, it would charge¡ªthere was no doubt about that.


    Keal needed a distraction.


    He glanced around, eyes landing on a pile of rocks near the base of the formation. If he could cause a loud noise, he might be able to lead the boar away from the farmer. It was a risk, but it was the only chance they had.


    Slowly, Keal moved toward the rocks, making as little noise as possible. His grip on his dagger tightened, but he wasn¡¯t going to fight the beast head-on¡ªnot without a plan. He grabbed a few loose stones and carefully positioned them. With a sharp motion, he kicked the pile, sending rocks tumbling down the hillside with a loud crash.


    The boar¡¯s ears twitched, and for a moment, it hesitated, turning toward the sound. Keal¡¯s heart leapt¡ªhis plan might actually work.


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    Without wasting any time, he dashed toward a nearby thicket, crouching low as the boar shifted its focus. The animal sniffed the air, its head jerking from side to side. It let out an inquisitive grunt and began to move in the direction of the noise, stomping toward the rocks where Keal had created the distraction.


    Keal held his breath as he watched the boar¡¯s massive form lumber away, momentarily forgetting about the man it had been hunting. His pulse raced¡ªthis was their chance.


    He motioned to the farmer, signaling for him to move quickly. ¡°Now!¡± Keal hissed.


    The farmer crawled from his hiding spot, still visibly shaken but now focused on the urgency of the moment. Keal led him by the arm, keeping low and moving swiftly toward the far side of the rock formation. They had to stay ahead of the boar before it realized it had been tricked.


    As they moved, Keal¡¯s mind worked furiously. They needed a safe spot, and they needed to be quick. The cliffs were high, but there might be a path around the back that would lead to the higher ground. It wasn¡¯t much of a plan, but it was all they had.


    They crept along the rocky ledge, keeping their footsteps as light as possible. The boar¡¯s roars echoed behind them, but its attention was still on the rocks below, distracted by the noise Keal had made. The forest felt unnervingly quiet now, as though the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash.


    Keal¡¯s eyes scanned the forest ahead as they reached a narrow path that wound upward along the cliffs. It was steep, but it offered a way to gain the high ground and perhaps find a way out.


    He turned to the farmer. ¡°We climb,¡± he said, his voice firm.


    The farmer nodded weakly, his fear still etched on his face, but Keal could see a glimmer of hope in his eyes. The man was exhausted, but he understood the gravity of the situation. They didn¡¯t have time to argue.


    Keal led the way up the path, his boots scrabbling for purchase on the loose gravel. The farmer followed behind, his breathing labored. Every now and then, Keal would glance back to make sure the man was keeping up, but the boar was still behind them, roaring with frustration as it realized it had been tricked.


    As they climbed higher, Keal spotted the faint outline of a cave at the top of the cliff. It was small, hidden by a few large rocks, but it could offer them some temporary shelter. They just needed to make it there.


    With renewed urgency, Keal picked up the pace. The path was steep and treacherous, but they had no other choice. The boar¡¯s snarls echoed from below, growing more frantic as it circled the base of the rocks. It was getting closer.


    Finally, Keal reached the cave¡¯s entrance, pulling the farmer inside with him. They crouched low, their bodies pressed against the cool stone, as they waited in tense silence. The sounds of the boar¡¯s rampage filled the air, but it was still far below them.


    Keal¡¯s breath was ragged as he leaned against the cave wall. They were safe, for the moment. But the boar was relentless, and there was no telling how long they would be able to stay hidden.


    "Thank you," the farmer whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked at Keal with gratitude.


    Keal nodded, his gaze distant. "Don¡¯t thank me yet. We¡¯re not out of this yet."


    The cave was small and cramped, but it offered them some shelter from the beast below. Keal glanced at the farmer. "Rest for now. We need to think about what to do next."


    The farmer nodded wearily and sank down against the rock, his eyes closing. Keal stayed on alert, his senses heightened. The boar might be close, but Keal knew it would be foolish to relax. They were still trapped in the woods, and there was no guarantee the boar would give up so easily.


    But for now, they had a brief moment of reprieve. Keal had saved them¡ªfor the moment¡ªbut he knew that this was just the beginning of a far greater struggle. And somewhere, deep in the woods, the boar was waiting.

 Chapter 6: theyre not hunting for food anymore.

    After what felt like hours, the farmer finally stirred, shaking off the remnants of his exhaustion. Keal had kept watch, his eyes constantly darting to the entrance of the cave, but the boar had not returned. The night had begun to fall, and a sense of eerie quiet settled over the forest.


    "We have to move," Keal said, his voice low and urgent as he helped the farmer to his feet. The boar might still be lurking below, but they couldn¡¯t stay hidden forever. They needed to find a safer place, and soon.


    The farmer nodded, albeit with a pained expression, still weak from his ordeal. "I¡­ I know a way," he murmured. "My village... It''s not far from here."


    Keal raised an eyebrow. "Your village? How far?"


    "About a day''s journey on foot," the farmer replied. "But we¡¯ll need to be careful. The woods are dangerous. It¡¯s not just the boar¡ªthere are other things out there, too."


    Keal didn¡¯t hesitate. He helped the farmer out of the cave, leading him back down the rocky slope. They moved cautiously, aware of the stillness around them. The boar could return at any moment, but the farmer¡¯s village offered a glimmer of hope. A place to rest. A place to regroup.


    As they made their way through the woods, the forest began to open up, revealing the wider plains ahead. The air was cooler now, and the darkening sky seemed to weigh down on them, pressing in with a quiet sense of urgency. The path became more visible, a narrow trail through the tall grasses and shrubs. Keal led the way, his hand still gripping the hilt of his dagger, ever watchful.


    By dusk, the village came into view. Small cottages with thatched roofs dotted the landscape, surrounded by fields that stretched out towards the horizon. There was a sense of peace in the air, but Keal¡¯s instincts told him something was off. The silence that hung over the village was unnatural. No children playing, no livestock calling out. It was as though the place was waiting, holding its breath.


    As they approached the first of the cottages, the farmer¡¯s pace slowed. He looked hesitant, his gaze sweeping over the quiet village. Keal could feel his unease.


    "This place... it¡¯s not like it used to be," the farmer muttered, his voice tinged with sorrow. "The beasts¡­ they''ve driven people away. We''re the last ones here."


    Keal stopped beside him, his gaze hardening. "Beasts?"


    The farmer nodded grimly. "Wild creatures¡­ aggressive ones. They started attacking the farmers, chasing them down. But it''s not just the boar¡ªthere are rumors. Worse things¡­ far worse things, stalking the plains."


    Keal¡¯s brow furrowed. He¡¯d heard of strange happenings in the area, but nothing like this. People disappearing, animals growing increasingly hostile. It was a story that was whispered about but rarely spoken openly.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    The farmer led Keal toward the heart of the village, where the central square lay. The remains of a once-thriving market stood, with abandoned stalls and empty carts. In the distance, a small group of villagers had gathered around a fire, speaking in hushed tones. They looked up as the farmer and Keal approached, eyes wary but curious.


    The farmer waved weakly as they neared. "This is Keal. He helped me escape the boar."


    One of the villagers, an older man with graying hair, stood up slowly. His face was weathered and worn from years of hardship. "Aye," the man said gruffly, "the boar¡¯s been a problem, but it¡¯s not the worst of it. We¡¯ve had more than just that creature to deal with."


    Keal stepped forward, his interest piqued. "What do you mean?"


    The man¡¯s eyes darkened. "It started months ago. At first, it was just odd¡ªanimals acting strangely, people vanishing overnight. We thought it was just the wilds, but then..." He paused, as if searching for the right words. "Then, things began to change. The boar, the wolves, even the mountain lions... they''re not just hunting for food anymore. It¡¯s like they¡¯re hunting us."


    A murmur of agreement rippled through the gathered villagers.


    "It wasn¡¯t just the animals," the old man continued. "It¡¯s as if something is driving them mad. They¡¯ve started hunting us down, one by one, and we can¡¯t figure out why. There are stories¡ªtales of a curse, of a dark force in the woods. People are starting to believe it¡¯s more than just hunger. It¡¯s... something else. Something unnatural."


    Keal¡¯s mind raced as he listened. He had heard stories of strange occurrences in the wilderness, but never anything like this. The forest he had just traversed had always been considered dangerous, but it was nothing like this¡ªnothing this persistent, this relentless.


    "Is there any way to stop it?" Keal asked, his voice hard with determination. He had seen the fear in the farmer¡¯s eyes, and now, seeing the same look in the villagers¡¯ faces, he understood the gravity of the situation.


    The older man shook his head. "We¡¯ve tried everything. We¡¯ve fortified the village, set traps, even gone to the local priest for help. But nothing works. Some say the creatures are being controlled by something¡ªa dark force, maybe. They say the land¡¯s cursed. Some of the older folks swear they¡¯ve seen shadows moving through the trees, figures that aren''t quite human. Whatever¡¯s behind it¡­ it¡¯s powerful. And it¡¯s spreading."


    Keal glanced at the farmer, who was now looking even more unsettled than before. "What do you think it is?" Keal asked him.


    The farmer hesitated, his gaze shifting nervously. "I don¡¯t know. But I¡¯ve heard rumors¡ªstrange ones. Some say there¡¯s a figure, a man or a creature, who commands the beasts. He¡¯s the one who¡¯s been driving them to hunt us."


    Keal¡¯s mind spun. A figure, controlling the creatures? It sounded like madness, but there was a truth to the fear that lingered in the air. Something was happening in these woods, something that was far beyond normal wild animal behavior.


    "We need to find out more," Keal said, his voice steady. "Whatever is happening here, it¡¯s not going to stop unless we figure it out."


    The villagers exchanged uneasy looks. "You¡¯ll need to be careful," the old man warned. "The woods have changed. And whatever is behind this¡­ it¡¯s not something you can fight with a dagger alone."


    Keal nodded grimly. "Then I¡¯ll find another way."


    As the night settled in and the villagers went back to their quiet, fearful routines, Keal couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that the true danger had only just begun. Whatever was controlling the creatures in these woods, it was close. And Keal would find it¡ªno matter the cost.