《EDEN》


 2 DEPTHS

    Guided by the ocean¡¯s currents, the vessel made a gentle landing on the island¡¯s shores. People started jumping off as soon as they came to a complete stop. The sands were a darkened gray; the world had lost all color in this place but they coped. A thick fog was stale, blanketed whatever skies were above. The chilly winds howled, biting sharply into their exposed skin, leaving a stinging chill. It was the cold that seeped into the very bones, numbing the fingers and turning breath into clouds of mist. Each blow of wind carried a strange, hollow sound, as if the mountain before them was exhaling, firmly warning them not to approach. It was the cold that felt alive, creeping under the clothes and lingered long after it had passed. Sky and Maia were among the last to get off.


    Sky jumped down first, helped Maia, and gathered their belongings. All Sky had on him was a crudely put together sling bag with a journal and writing implements. Back at home, Sky was an artist who¡¯d spent his days cataloging the things he saw by a collection of sketches. He began drawing the island and the surrounding people. This was no place for the living to be.


    ¡°I don¡¯t understand. Where are all the people?¡± Sky asked. A question that seemed to get everybody concerned about where they were. Even Zain was on edge. This was uncharted territory for him. The people started walking around, not sure what to look for. The fog that enveloped the waters was still strong where they stood. Sky walked along the beach to catch signs of other ships that had long since decayed, some older than others. One ship had the rear half of its hull already given up to the ocean depths.


    Sky and Maia stood before the ship¡¯s crumbling hull, its once-majestic frame now weathered by the sea and time. Maia squinted at the faded carvings, her fingers brushing over the intricate designs. "This doesn¡¯t look like any ordinary ship," she muttered.


    Zain approached, his eyes scanning the ship¡¯s remains until they settled on a faint symbol etched into the bow, half-obscured by the elements. His breath hitched. The insignia was unmistakable ¡ª its details were just barely visible through years of wear. A single eye, intricately carved, sat at the crest¡¯s center, framed by wings that seemed to emerge from the wood itself. The eye was unlike any symbol he had seen before¡ªancient, watchful, and imbued with a strange sense of authority. Above it, a delicate crown rested, surrounded by faint stars that faded with the woods¡¯ decay.


    There was no mistaking it. This was the royal crest of Elysian. But why here? And what had happened to the ship¡¯s inhabitants?


    He glanced back at the others, who seemed unaware of the ship¡¯s significance. His heart raced. ¡°This ship... it belonged to someone of great importance,¡± he said, his voice low. Zain traced the crest with his fingertips, recognizing the royal mark he had only seen once before¡ªthe symbol of the Elysian royal family.


    He crouched by the ship¡¯s decaying bow, his fingers tracing the faint outlines of the royal crest. The eye, though weathered, still held an eerie presence, framed by delicate wings. Without a word, he drew his knife and carefully began carving around the symbol. The wood splintered and groaned under the blade, but he was meticulous, ensuring the piece would remain intact. After several moments, he held it up ¡ª a fragment of the hull, the crest of Elysian royalty unmistakable even in its worn state.


    He tucked the piece into his coat, but not before wrapping it in cloth. This would be the proof he needed. He knew, somehow, that whatever happened here, Elysian was involved in ways he did not understand.


    As Zain examined the ship, something else caught his eye. In the sand near the stern, a faint set of footprints trailed away from the wreck, leading toward the dense trees at the island¡¯s edge. His heart quickened. The prints were shallow, almost lost to time, but they were unmistakably human.


    "Someone walked away from here," he muttered, more to himself than to the others. Could it be possible? Could one of the ship¡¯s passengers still be alive, wandering the island?


    He straightened, glancing back at the crest he had just cut from the hull. If this ship truly belonged to Elysian royalty, the stakes were even higher. He couldn¡¯t leave without knowing.


    ¡°We have to follow these tracks,¡± he said, his voice firm. ¡°There¡¯s a chance someone from the ship is still out there.¡±


    A person asked in protest. ¡°What? Look for other survivors? Look around you, there¡¯s no one here. They¡¯re probably all dead. Not to mention there was that ship chasing us!¡±


    Zain held firm. He felt the desperate atmosphere. He could see everyone wanted to leave, but he had a responsibility.


    ¡°If there are people still alive and their ship broke down here. They¡¯ll need help. No one gets left behind.¡±


    His speech was unsteady, barely holding his composure, but it was enough to calm the group. The mists and fog were still heavy, but they could see that the tracks led deep within the towering, mountainous structure itself. There was nothing for it. The small crowd of people made their ways in. The unwelcoming atmosphere of the cold and dry air didn¡¯t make sitting on the beach to be the most welcoming prospect. As they made their way in, Sky thought he glimpsed something out far into the fog, the shape of a broken down ship out far into the distance.


    Heading into the only entrance of the mountain they could find, Sky couldn¡¯t help but feel an ominous presence with every step. Surely he wasn¡¯t the only one feeling troubled by this. His mother¡¯s grip on his hand was tight. Whenever he tried showing the slightest sign of wanting to walk in a different direction, Maia, out of motherly instinct, would pull him toward her. Her grip tightened, her knuckles white with strain. Every step was like knowingly walking into the jaws of death.


    Her pulse raced, and every instinct screamed to turn back. But she swallowed the fear, tightening her grip on Sky¡¯s hand. She had to stay strong¡ªfor him. With every unfamiliar sound around them, her heart pounded louder. Echoes off the cavern walls were like a distant scream. The thought of being lost, the need to turn back, gnawed at the edges of her mind. She looked at Sky, who was oblivious, lost in his sketches, absorbing every detail, and pulled him closer. They had barely survived the unrelenting seas. What if she couldn¡¯t protect him now? The thought made her shiver, stabbed her heart with dread. Her hands shook, but she forced them still, clenching her fists. She couldn¡¯t let him see her fear. Not now. Every parent was feverishly keeping vice lock grips on their children. If the mist and atmosphere here were anything to go by, it was that getting lost was very easy here in this place.


    The mountain itself was vast. Rocks and formations of unnatural construction revealed great caverns and chasms. Illuminated by a dim dark cyan light that seems to radiate throughout all the inner structures of the mountain. The tracks they followed suggested that whoever came through here also had the idea of taking up shelter.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    They had imagined to finding a group of people huddling together, making a fire deep within the mountain trying to keeping warm.


    Sky, pondering on how to help with the search, asked Zain. ¡°How do we know if we have found them?¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s easy. They¡¯ll be people who look like us.¡±


    Further into the mountain, the caverns began splitting. So did the foot tracks. Zain, not wanting to lose time, instructed the crowds to split up in smaller numbers to speed up the search, but to remain cautious and close by. He reassured them they would be out of this soon and to always keep sight of one another. He commanded, ¡°Explore the rooms and see what you find.¡±


    The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, their feet rooted in place. Doubt flickered in their eyes, but deep down, they couldn¡¯t deny the truth in Zain¡¯s words. The escort ship was still out there looking for them. They had to make it in due time back and quick. The crowd dispersed, exploring the various chambers cautiously.


    Sky and his mother began their search, following other people. Everyone strolled around with careful pace, exploring the various chambers but hardly finding anything useful. Certainly no people. Zain left the crew to watch over the refugees while he searched on his own.


    As they walked around, Sky took notice of one child who was following in the footsteps of his own. Like her own little hopscotch game. He found it amusing for a while until he noticed the leaps she was taking grew further apart. He looked at the ground to make sure he wasn¡¯t seeing things. It confirmed what he was feeling. Among the footprints he had first noticed of the group of people walking together, there was another set of footprints; someone running in the opposite direction. He followed the little girl gleefully, ignoring the fact that she was too far away from her parents.


    He caught her before she ventured off too far on her own. The slight commotion caught the attention of her parents, who came rushing, yanking her from his grip. Though repulsed by their roughness, Sky understood¡ªfear gripped everyone here. As far as everyone was concerned, it was everyone for themselves. He continued following the tracks of the running man. His mother soon took notice and, not wanting to draw attention, paced quickly to him. ¡°Sky, what are you doing? Keep close to me.¡±


    It barely took her a moment before she noticed the tracks he was following, and it was enough to get her curious. She looked back to see the other group of survivors were still murmuring amongst themselves, wanting to get home quickly. She changed her mind when it led to the idea that they might find something of use. ¡°Let¡¯s look at where this goes.¡±


    As they followed the tracks deeper into the cavern, the darkness closed in around them. The tracks turned several corners, and even spanning over the open areas and chasms. The spread and distance of the steps told a story of their own. Whoever they belonged to had obviously been running and eventually gotten lost.


    The tracks led them to a large, open, cavernous chamber. Sky¡¯s breath caught in his throat as he saw it¡ªa twisted, decayed body, half-hidden in the shadows. The man¡¯s head was grotesquely twisted, his face frozen in a mask of terror. Sky gasped. His mother held him back as she inspected the corpse.


    The air around the still rotting body was heavy with an awful smell. The man¡¯s clothes were soaked, but his body had decomposed rapidly. There was no mistake. This was one refugee that had landed on the shores before their arrival. Sky noticed the frozen expression on the corpse¡¯s face, motionless and twisted, as if the man were trying to escape something that never came.


    Dark thoughts of isolation flooded Sky¡¯s mind. This man had died alone in the worst place imaginable. Did he have a family? Unrealized dreams? Was he abandoned? The emptiness of the cavern pressed in, making the silence unbearable. Surrounded by the cold, unforgiving stone, with no one to hear his final breath.


    There was no comfort here, no voices to call out to, only the echo of his own footsteps fading into the endless abyss of death. He must¡¯ve known he was alone, abandoned in the mountain¡¯s heart. Sky shuddered, picturing the man¡¯s last thoughts: fear, desperation, the unbearable knowledge that no one would come looking for him. He had the unique privilege of thinking about dying. The thought was more terrifying than the death itself. There was no way this was an accident. Something had taken him. But when he looked back towards the tracks that had led them here, he couldn¡¯t put it together. There was nothing else following him. The pieces didn¡¯t fit.


    He took out his journal and began sketching the corpse along with the open chamber they were standing in. Walking around the chamber as his mother was studying the body. Under different circumstances, this place would have been breathtaking. He scanned the environment, looking back up every so often during his sketch. His hands moved instinctively, capturing the sharp angles of the rocks, the way the light barely grazed their smooth surface, casting haunting shadows. His drawings felt like the only stable thing in his crumbling and foreboding world. As he looked back up, something caught the corners of his eye. A figure standing behind the rocks of the chamber, like a thin man in a black cloak. He lowered his journal and looked again.


    Nothing there.


    Just a collection of rocks that looked vaguely human. He shook his head and laughed.


    Zain and the others approached from behind, all taking notice of the body. The previous silence had now turned to ominous chatter. He stepped in quickly to inspect the body for himself. Nothing he found could¡¯ve killed the man. He quickly stepped in, breaking up the growing commotion as people argued and shouted to return to the ships.


    He rose to ease the tension. ¡°Everyone, keep calm. Panicking will only get us killed.¡±


    ¡°Keep calm? What are we still doing here? They¡¯re all dead! We have to get out of here!¡± the crowd erupted in shouts. Zain relented, he considered his options, he searched around the area.


    And could find no one.


    He reasoned no one could¡¯ve been foolish enough to want to make shelter in a place like this. He could feel the ever unrelenting pressure of their judgment and panic.


    The eruption cut the chatter in two deep within the mountain. They could hear rocks moving, cracking from beneath them. Something ancient was rising from the depths of this place. Whatever composure the people had left was now gone. They all fled in panic, running back to where they had come from.


    The ground began cracking, and then suddenly breaking apart. The people rushed desperately but bottlenecked at the entrance of the chamber. Maia looked around and saw to her horror that her son was further away than she had thought. Sky was so preoccupied with sketching he lost sight of how far he had walked away.


    It took a loud plea from her to snap him back to the present. He turned back and started running towards her. The ground broke apart with every step, resorting to jumping across the broken ground. He looked back to see the floor had collapsed, one by one falling into the deep chasms below.


    The ground crumbled beneath Sky''s feet, widening the gap between him and Maia with every step. With his momentum and speed, he made a leap toward her, his arm outstretched as far as he could reach. He was just able to latch onto her arms, but his grip was weak. Maia gripped his hands as tightly as she could, her knuckles white with effort. But his fingers slipped through hers, leaving only empty air as he plunged into the abyss. Maia felt like the world had become silent. Her chest tightened, as if the world itself had collapsed along with him.


    Flailing his arms about in panic, feeling like he would never stop falling deeper into the encroaching darkness. His breath caught, and his heart raced faster than it ever had before. The last thing he saw was the growing void beneath him, swallowing every bit of light until there was nothing - just endless darkness. He closed his eyes, the sounds of his mother¡¯s screams being the last thing he heard.

 3 EYE

    Blinded by darkness, Sky dropped several hundred meters before slamming into a steep incline and began sliding down. He struggled to hold on, but the jagged rocks gashed his hands on the way down. The steep slope leveled out, but not before he fell down another drop. This time, he landed face first on hard rocks and finally came to a stop on his side. The debris from the bridge soon found their way crashing down, barely missing him. He lay on his back, looking at where he came from and passed out.


    Maia was trying to find a way down while others rushed out of the chambers to escape back to the vessel. Zain slowly being overcome with fear of this place. He considered joining the others back to the vessels, but she pulled his arm, stopping him.


    ¡°Please help me.¡± She begged him.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry. We have to get back to the vessel to leave.¡±


    ¡°I need you to help me find my son, please.¡±


    Her words touched a nerve within him. At first he hesitated, but could feel the heavy heart she carried. He had family too, and the thought of letting someone else down was unbearable. He saw the tears streaming from her eyes. The chances of his surviving the fall were slim, but that didn¡¯t matter; he was her world, and she wanted to reach him. He couldn¡¯t bring himself to abandon her. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself and responded, ''Then first I shall help you.'' She replied, ''Thank you.'' Zain then called out to his men to assist the people ready to leave. They then backtracked themselves to where they knew they had already explored. She found a pathway they hadn¡¯t explored, pathways the refugees didn¡¯t think to go down.


    The caverns in the mountain began shifting again. Pathways changing ever so subtly that no one would have noticed if they weren¡¯t paying attention. The corridors became tighter, ceilings rose, pathways that once took left turned now went right and routes that weren¡¯t open before had now revealed themselves. The shifting mountains revealed a cavern leading to the lower levels. Perhaps she would find her son there. She took it as a sign that whatever force she had prayed to was guiding her back to him. She rushed in first as soon as she saw the path was clear. Zain had trouble keeping up with her, but he couldn¡¯t bring himself to be upset with a desperate mother trying to find her son.


    Sky stirred from his daze, confusion swirling in his mind. It took him a moment to gather his bearings and rise to his feet. He didn¡¯t feel pain until he tried to take a step and realized he was bleeding from his leg. The pain jolted him every time he put pressure on his knees, as if his kneecaps were cracked. He looked up above at the opening, the only place where light could find its way through, and began repeatedly yelling for his mother. His voice echoed back at him every time he tried.


    There was no answer.


    He was on his own.


    He began talking to himself for good company. ¡°Well, this is inconvenient.¡±


    His eyes adjusted, but he could barely make out shapes in the darkness ahead of him. The black shadows had now turned to a dark blueish hue. He told himself he was okay, okay in the lowest depths of a dark mountain at night. Large rocks had caved in, trapping him in a deep cavern. Looking around, it seemed like he was at the very foundations of the mountain. He contemplated climbing his way back, but after looking up and feeling the pain and tension in his leg, he knew it was unlikely.


    ¡°Uh, no way I¡¯m going to climb that.¡± He muttered to himself.


    He found his bag and journal still in one piece. But then he noticed a set of foot tracks that weren¡¯t his own. Someone else had once fallen here. The tracks led down the only path through which was through a long black corridor. As painful as it was for him, it was his only way out. Using the walls as support, he eased. Bathed in the cold shadows, it was so dark he almost couldn¡¯t even see his own hand in front of his face. If someone were in the cave with him, he wouldn¡¯t have noticed until they were standing directly in front of him. He shivered, brushing away that idea and continued on, each step taking every ounce of willpower he had. But he endured the pain. The thought of his mother being worried about him kept him going.


    He needed to find his way back to her.


    As he made his way further down the cavern corridors, light spilled in, revealing a path back up. Some rocks stacked on top of one another creating a crude stairway that led to an opening in the wall.


    He was about to climb back up when he looked back one last time. Wanting to be certain he had missed nothing, or worse, that no one was behind him, he paused. He glimpsed a faint shining object in the sands nearby. A cluster of various armor and weaponry that had long rusted had surrounded it. It was as if someone had taken a huge cart of weapons and armor and had simply dumped it on the wayside here.


    He approached the faintly glowing object in the sands, curiosity pulling him closer. As he brushed away the coarse sand, his breath caught in his throat. The strange gemstone of shining sapphire, held together by a golden chain, sparkled in the dim light.


    ¡®What is this?¡¯ he wondered, his heart racing.


    But as he held it in his hands, warmth coursed through him. It feels alive, he thought, a shiver running down his spine. The glow intensified, illuminating the cavern walls with an otherworldly light. Sky¡¯s thoughts dwelled on his mother. Was this how she felt every time she prayed? He longed to find her again.


    Then, as if it had read his thoughts, a voice whispered from within the gemstone, faint. He couldn¡¯t understand the words, but they felt familiar, as if they were calling out to him from some distant memory. Sky felt as though he had made a friend, a guardian, in this dark place.


    ¡°Well, it¡¯s no good for you to be here by yourself. Alright, you¡¯re coming with me.¡± He said.


    With a deep breath, he placed the gemstone around his neck. For better or worse, this is my path now, he thought, feeling its warmth against his chest. The light dimmed slightly, but he could still sense its presence, urging him onward.


    He began the arduous task of climbing back up the rocky slope. With his leg severely injured from the fall. He had to crawl on his back, using his other leg to push himself up. Yelling to stave off the pain and exhausted from the effort, he finally reached the top and rolled himself into the corridor. Sky fought to stay conscious, resisting the urge to pass out. When he didn¡¯t have the strength to get up, he¡¯d resort to rolling himself over, gathering momentum to reach the wall, forcing himself to stand. He felt a sense of relief to be at least out of the pit.


    Things were looking up. That¡¯s when he felt the rumbling of the mountain itself. Something within the mountain had caused it to stir.


    ''That¡¯s not you by any chance, is it?'' he joked to the new gemstone he had befriended. Of course, the gemstone remained silent.


    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll take that as a no.¡±


    As he limped out of the pit and back into the surrounding corridors, he noticed unmistakable signs that a civilization had once lived here. The only sounds he could hear was a of a river and waterfall on the side of the walls. The tight, claustrophobic corridors had now opened and revealed a large underground hallway of religious murals. Ancient paintings and primitive carvings on the walls drew his eye. Dark figures surrounded an altar, their faces twisted with what looked like fervor and desperation. A swirling mass in the center seemed to beckon, a representation of a dark orb that sent chills down his spine.


    What were they doing?


    He wondered, feeling an unsettling connection to their plight. The outstretched arms of the figures hinted at a ritual. Below were inscription like runes, an alien language he did not understand.


    ¡°What is this?¡± He asked. He took out his journal and began sketching everything he saw. The gemstone began reacting, vibrating, agitated that Sky was standing there.


    ¡°Okay, fine, let me finish this. Patience is a virtue, you know.¡± He placed the journal away and looked around for a way out.


    As Sky stepped back from the murals, the weight of their meaning pressed heavily on him. The figures, locked in their desperate ritual, seemed to mock his own struggle for survival. The silence of the cavern felt suffocating, amplifying the sense of isolation that surrounded him. He shuddered at the thought of what happened to the people who had once lived here.


    Determined to shake off the dread, he reached for his journal; the pages waiting to capture the images that haunted him. He began sketching the swirling figures and the altar, pouring his emotions into the lines. The act of creation offered him a brief sense of control amidst the chaos. Just as he finished the last details, the ground beneath him trembled, a low rumble echoing through the cavern. Sky¡¯s heart raced. Is the mountain shifting again? Panic gripped him as he glanced back at the darkening shadows, fear curling in his gut at the thought of being trapped.


    I have to find my way back before it¡¯s too late, he thought, forcing himself to remain calm. He turned, focusing on the path ahead, but the echoes of the murals lingered in his mind¡ªa warning against the dangers that lay in the darkness. The gemstone around his neck pulsed softly, as if echoing his conflict.


    A noise echoed through the cavern¡ªa distant shout that sent a thrill of hope through him. The sound urged him to his feet. He needed to find them.


    With renewed determination, Sky navigated through the shadows. The echo of voices grew louder, guiding him back toward the path he hoped would lead him to his companions.


    Maia ran through the caverns so fast that Zain in his armor could barely keep up with her. Her footsteps echoed through the hallways and corridors, and it seemed a while before she even slowed down.


    ¡°Slow down, please!¡± Zain cried out. His armor racketing throughout the caves awakening even the old spirits who had once lived here. Maia eventually came to a stop, slowing to catch her breath.


    ¡°Do you even know where to go to look for him?¡± Zain asked.


    With a placed hand on her heart, Maia slowed her breathing, closed her eyes as she calmed herself, trying to think of what to do, where to go. Even though thick rocks and concrete surrounded them, she could feel where her son was¡ªit was a mother¡¯s instinct. She would have to venture further down. She grabbed an old torch off the nearby wall and, upon lighting it with a tinderbox on her person, she and Zain took the dark steps further into the abyss. They wandered through various chasms connected by decaying stone bridges.


    Openings in the chasm revealed white clouds that lit up the caves with a cold gray ambiance. The roaring sounds of a powerful waterfall came emerged from the darkness that ran under the stone like structures which they navigated ran through. They saw the remnants of past people who had once lived there. It looked like an underground city of white stone, lost to time. It was as if the mountain had swallowed a city that had once stood up itself. The only remains of life were the fossils of dead trees that once blossomed with leaves and of white flowers. The pristine walls had become a faded decayed gray, showing their cracks under the pressure of time. Maia followed a pathway down through twists and turns to the lowest levels, where the waterfall flowed into a river. Together with Zain, they navigated its darkened halls through to a blocked entrance. Rocks had collapsed, blocking any way forward, its weight proving too much for Maia or even Zain to move.


    ¡°We can¡¯t get through. The entrance is blocked!¡± Maia said.


    ¡°Then allow me to make one.¡± Zain drew his weapon and concentrated as the blade glowed with white ink and smoke. Closing his eyes as he willed his sword to vibrate with energy.


    Sky was still sketching for what was a short while, but he eventually could nail down every detail. As he finished sketching, he heard something from beyond the wall. Strong vibrations shook him from behind the walls. Then there was an explosion. A huge chunk of the wall across from him blew across, scattering rock and dust, powerful enough that he fell over. His heart leaped.


    ¡°Mom?¡± he shouted, his voice echoing against the stone walls, desperation coloring his tone.


    The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.The footsteps grew louder, and within moments, Maia and Zain appeared, their expressions a mixture of relief and concern.


    As the dust settled, Maia and Zain appeared, following closely behind.


    ¡°Mom!¡± Sky¡¯s face changed from dread to relief. His mother tightly embracing him, at least being able to see him again.


    ¡°My son, I was so worried!¡± She was brushing off all the dirt from his clothes. She gasped at the blood dripping from his leg. As she patched up his leg with whatever she cotton wraps she had on her, Zain checked to see if there were any other signs of injury.


    ¡°Thank you for searching for me. I thought you were going to leave without me.¡± Sky said.


    ¡°No one gets left behind, son,¡± Zain said. Sky smiled at the sentiment and felt a small sense of hope. Maybe they could get out of this yet.


    Maia had finished with wrapping up his leg, he could walk and the pain was not as pronounced. They all noticed the enormous wall sized painting that Sky had just seen, his mother holding onto Sky, helped him to walk. Zain, nervous at the sight of it, took it as an ominous sign that they had well outstayed their welcome.


    ¡°Come on, there¡¯s nothing for us here. Everyone is back at the vessel. It¡¯s time we get out of here together.¡± He said.


    As they began moving, the mountain began shifting again. The walls surrounding them began breaking apart, caving them in, reacting to their intentions to leave.


    An ominous atmosphere of dread began enveloping them.


    ¡°What is wrong with this mountain?¡± Sky asked, feeling more on edge.


    ¡°Something wants to keep us here.¡± Zain replied.


    They immediately began backtracking the way they had come in, Sky having to endure the pain of climbing every step, but the promise of making it home lightened the burden. As they went through the abandoned, decaying structures, he noticed the same pieces of armor and weaponry that lay scattered around him. The same he had found around the gemstone he picked up, too many to be a coincidence. They had made it to the one bridge that connected the chasm to the caves that would lead them out, but at that moment, the mountain moved. The already weakened structure of the stone bridge gave way and collapsed, sending what remained of the bridge down into the black depths below. Their way out was gone, the openings above them that had once illuminated their way were now gone. The mountain was alive. Everyone shielded themselves from the dust, as the entire area was now swallowed by the darkness.


    They couldn¡¯t get out.


    There was no other way but forward.


    Feeling their way through the broken rocks, being careful not to step on or fall off anything. The gemstone began glowing, illuminating the surrounding area around them. The soft glow of the gemstone hanging around Sky¡¯s neck caught everyone¡¯s attention. He instinctively touched it, feeling its warmth against his skin.


    ¡°I found this in the pit after I fell,¡± he said, glancing up at Maia and Zain, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.


    ¡°It... helped me find my way.¡±


    ¡°Once we get to Elysian, we can talk about it. For now, let¡¯s just take its help and leave.¡± Zain said. His mother said nothing, but simply smiled. It seemed as if her prayers had been answered, and good fortune might now favor them.


    In the sea of shadows before them, they navigated through debris and suffocating dust. Venturing into the only opening revealed by the collapsed structure, they stepped into a vast emptiness reminiscent of ancient mines. Their footsteps echoed back, creating a haunting symphony of sound in the stillness.


    As they walked, an unsettling chill hung in the air, thickening the surrounding atmosphere. A frost-like mist blanketed the ground, encasing everything in a thin layer of ice. Zain¡¯s metal boots thudded heavily against the surface, occasionally cracking the ice beneath him, taking in the unnatural cold that surrounded them.


    The high-pitched crack of ice reverberated in the stillness, and they could sense they were nearing the end of the room. Zain stepped over something and, expecting the familiar sound of cracking ice, jolted at the dull thud of wood and ash crumbling. Brushing his hands through the fog, he caught sight of a human hand, now a brittle, charred remnant, flattened underfoot.


    The shock made everyone jump, with Sky nearly falling over. Realizing that they were now surrounded by bodies blackened as if burned, their mouths and eyes were wide open, frozen in the expression of terror. They didn¡¯t smell of fire, but it was as if their bodies had simply dried up so quickly that their skin became like flakes, delicate to the touch.


    He had no doubts when he saw the weapons they carried that several of them brandished an identical uniform and armor to his.


    ¡°I knew these men. We left on different ships at the same time. This is them, the other refugees.¡± He lamented the sight of his friends. But at least could console himself now knowing their ultimate fate. But still couldn¡¯t figure out how it happened. Maia, noticing all the faces of the people frozen, pointed out.


    ¡°What are they looking at?¡± She said.


    Sky and Zain followed their frozen gaze, turning towards what they were looking at in their last moments.


    At the epicenter of it all, impossibly floating off the ground, a giant orb 3 meters in diameter made of black volcanic reflective glass. It stood upon a small platform of black and gray marble. It was in stark contrast to everything they had seen so far. The mountain and its construction were of rough stone, and yet this orb looked to be made perfectly by something foreign.


    When they got close enough to see their own reflections. The gemstone Sky had found began reacting, vibrating violently and its light growing in its intensity. The orb released a powerful burst of energy, blowing away the surrounding mist, crumbling the fragile bodies to ash.


    For a moment, there was complete silence, a heavy stillness that pressed down like a suffocating shroud. Then, deep within the facet of the black orb, something stirred. Images of swirling winds formed¡ªchaotic, violent whispers that clawed at the edges of reality. It felt as if whatever lay within had finally awoken a dark consciousness that sensed their presence.


    As if responding to a primal instinct, the orb opened its eyes¡ªglaring voids that swallowed the surrounding light. Frost oozed from its surface, creeping along the floor, and the air grew sharp, the temperature plummeting to an unbearable chill.


    A thick, black cloud spilled forth, hovering ominously above them, ever-shifting and chaotic. The faint, unmistakable sounds of people screaming drifted from the mist, echoing through the cavern like a macabre symphony of despair. The aura surrounding it felt thick and suffocating, like being submerged underwater and drowning in shadows that bled into their minds.


    As the mist coalesced, a figure took shape¡ªan impossible silhouette with arms too long to be natural. In its hands, it wielded razor-sharp khopeshes that glistened ominously in the dim light. Intricate black armor and flowing silk robes clothed its body, and each movement formed a disturbing ballet of grace and menace.


    But it was the face¡ªor the absence of one¡ªthat truly horrified them. Cloaked in darkness, the hood concealed its features, leaving only the oppressive void staring back. From beneath its torso, an ethereal mist poured out, revealing the distinct shapes of faces, frozen in expressions of terror¡ªthose it had consumed, forever trapped in the echoes of their last moments.


    The entity floated toward them, a predator drawn by the scent of fear, its presence suffocating. Sky, Maia, and Zain could do nothing but watch in horror as the shadows enveloped them, their escape from reality slipping away with every heartbeat.


    Sky¡¯s mother picked up a nearby sword from one of the deceased, keeping her son in a tight grip. Zain stepped in front of them, shielding them both and sword in hand.


    ¡°Listen, I want you two to get back to the vessel.¡± He said, his sense of duty overcoming his dread. He was determined to get the two under his watch back to the vessel safely.


    ¡°You want us to leave you here?¡± Sky asked.


    ¡°Yes, go to Elysian and let the people know what happened here,¡± Zain urged, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them. He felt a heavy resolve settle in his chest, determined to ensure that their sacrifices would not be in vain.


    With a swift motion, he tore his sigil medallion from the chain around his neck, the emblem of the royal insignia gleaming in the dim light. It felt like a piece of himself was being ripped away, a tangible symbol of his duty and honor. For a fleeting moment, a pang of regret washed over him, but he pushed it aside, knowing the weight of his responsibility.


    He held the medallion in his palm for a brief second, his thumb brushing over the intricate design¡ªthe mark of his lineage and the legacy of his family. This is more than just a token; it¡¯s proof of our existence.


    With a final, determined look at Sky, Zain threw the medallion to him, the insignia spinning through the air, catching the faint light.


    ¡°Take this!¡± he commanded, urgency lacing his tone. ¡°It¡¯s evidence of what we faced here. Tell them what happened here.¡±


    Sky reached out, catching the medallion in his hand, the cool metal pressing against his skin. A sense of gravity filled the moment; it was not just a medallion, but a burden of truth he now carried. He met Zain''s gaze, seeing the fierce determination reflected in his eyes.


    ¡°Go! Live!¡± Zain urged, his voice rising above the chaos. The moment lingered, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of sacrifice.


    ¡°No, we go together. You said no one gets left behind.¡± He protested. Zain felt the irony of the situation cracked a smile and engaged his battle stance.


    He held his sword close to his chest. He concentrated, focused. The sword in his hands glowed white with smoke bleeding from it. The air thickened around him as the entity loomed closer, shadows swirling in a chaotic dance. His heart raced, but he forced himself to stand tall, grounding his feet against the tremors of the mountain. I can¡¯t let them see fear, he thought, casting a quick glance at Sky and Maia, who looked to him for strength.


    His jaw tightened, and he gripped the hilt of his sword, knuckles turning white. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders as he took on the burden of unwavering duty.


    As the entity¡¯s dark form shifted, Zain took a step forward, placing himself between his companions and the encroaching darkness. His stance widened, muscles coiling like a spring, ready to act. I will hold it off, no matter the cost, he vowed silently, determination surging within him.


    ¡°Run!¡± He shouted to them. Sky¡¯s mother dragged him out and began running as fast as they could, trying to find the way out.


    The entity attempted to give chase. But its attention diverted.


    ¡°Hey! Over here!¡± Zain waved his weapon, calling out to it, attempting to give them as much time as he could. His weapon was beaming with energy. The entity charged toward him with blinding force.


    ¡°Take this!¡± with a swing of his charged sword and grip firm, he let out a strong downward swing. The entity changing its momentum instantly and moved around almost playfully, easily dodging the attack. The sword hit the ground, releasing a blast of energy powerful enough to break the ground in two, sending shock waves that reverberated throughout the hallway they were in.


    ¡°Go on, live! Survive!¡± Zain calling out to Sky and his mother, who kept looking back as they ran out.


    The entity, armed with its weapon, lashed out with a single attack. Zain swung his weapon, expecting to clash with it. Impossibly, at the moment of impact of their weapons, his sword seemed to phase through its weapon, as if it were never there. The blade of the khopesh passing through his defense.


    Zain felt a sharp pain in his chest, his breath catching as the world blurred around him. The weight of his sword felt heavier than ever, but he gritted his teeth, unwilling to fall. I can¡¯t give up now, he thought, desperation clawing at him as he reached for his weapon, willing himself to fight for Sky and Maia¡¯s sake. He looked as if the sharp edges of the entity¡¯s khopesh had impaled him. Not enough to kill him instantly, but enough to cause unbearable pain. He couldn¡¯t understand.


    His weapon couldn¡¯t touch the entity, as though it was living in a plain of existence out of phase of reality. Coughing out blood and struggling to breathe, he tried reaching out to the entity¡¯s weapons with his hands, but his hands simply passed through, like he was touching through a gaseous substance.


    Sky and his mother looked back, horrified hearing the agonized pains of their captain.


    The entity effortlessly lifted Zain¡¯s fatally wounded body off the ground, his form hanging limply in the grip of darkness. With its other hand, it reached forth, dagger-like fingers piercing the air as they inched closer to his face. The room felt colder, the very essence of life draining away as the entity pulled at Zain¡¯s core¡ªhis very essence, a shimmering web of mist and liquid light.


    Zain''s body writhed, instinctively struggling against the inescapable pull. His strength drained from him as the entity''s grip tightened. A chilling scream erupted from his throat, a sound of anguish and fear that echoed through the cavern, soon swallowed by the oppressive silence.


    The entity consumed Zain¡¯s spirit, silencing his cries as the darkness that hungered for his essence devoured him.


    When the last remnants of his spirit ripped away, the entity loosened its grip, letting Zain¡¯s lifeless body fall to the floor like a discarded rag doll. The once proud warrior was now nothing more than a husk, drained of all life and moisture, the vitality that had defined him now extinguished.


    There was no grandeur in his end¡ªno honor or glory, only a haunting stillness that filled the cavern. In that desolate moment, the weight of his sacrifice hung heavy in the air. If Sky and his mother didn¡¯t escape, if they failed to tell his story, Zain¡¯s name would fade into oblivion, lost to the shadows of this cursed place. The shadows closed in around them. Sky felt the chilling void of Zain¡¯s absence, an icy dread settling in his chest.


    It drew its khopeshes from its side; the blade glinting ominously in the dim light, like a predator stalking its prey. It turned its gaze toward them. The air thickened with malevolence as its hollow eyes locked onto theirs, a void that swallowed the surrounding light. A chilling sensation crawled up Sky¡¯s spine, and he felt an instinctive terror grip his heart¡ªa primal awareness that they were no longer just witnesses to the darkness; they were the hunted.

 4 REACH

    The monster shaped shadow gave chase. Both of them ran as fast as they were able. The rush of adrenaline caused them to lose their balance and fall. Sky¡¯s leg pain had returned. He couldn¡¯t move anymore. The entity, like an eagle about to pounce, was now upon them.


    Sky turned to face it, fearing he would meet the same fate as Zain. A blast of energy surged from the gemstone, warming against his chest, creating a shield of pure golden light that enveloped them in a protective ethereal glass, flinging the surrounding debris outward. The entity attempted to breach the shield, first using its speed and then its weapons. The shield deflected each attack, sending the energy outward and blasting open the surrounding areas. Wrapped in the warm glow, Sky and his mother felt a moment of peace. Seeing that it couldn''t break through, the entity hovered in place, waiting for the shield to drop before shifting its attention elsewhere.


    The being floated in silence, processing what it had consumed, its head tilting as if searching. With Zain¡¯s soul now a part of it, it began searching through its memories. It experienced his perspective, witnessing his orders to gather the other refugees to the vessels before returning to the present. Its head turned in their direction. Rather than wasting time, it wouldn¡¯t miss a chance of taking more people.


    It flew with great haste upwards, ascending through the ceiling, phasing through the stone rocks above. The golden shield that enveloped them dissipated as soon as it left them.


    Maia and Sky backtracked to their entry point as the entire structure began to shift and tilt against the mountain walls. The broken, crumbling rock structure that collided with the rock wall created a make shift stairs on which they could climb upon. They figured it was their last chance to get out of the chasm. With Sky¡¯s arm over Maia¡¯s shoulder, they began climbing. Their added weight caused the structure to crumble, but Maia refused to lose her son again. She helped him onto the safety of the ledge before climbing up herself. She leaped just as the floor beneath her crumbled, clinging to the ledge with her fingers. Sky helped her onto the ledge, both of them breathing heavily from adrenaline and shock. They were both still reeling from the fact they were still alive. They couldn¡¯t afford to wait. Rushing through the opening in the wall, they scoured the caverns for their ship.


    The refugees grew restless, with some resorting to fighting the crew for the chance to leave. As an enormous shadow appeared at the cave entrance, the infighting ceased, all eyes turning towards it. The creature soared toward the ship, landing precisely amid the crowd. Fear transformed into panic as it struck the ship with its weapons, cleaving the vessel in two. They screamed and scattered from the towering dark figure, some fleeing along the beach while others sought refuge in the depths of the mountain.


    Following the screams, Sky and his mother backtracked. They now stood at the entrance and saw the entity wrecking havoc upon the vessel, their one escape from this island was gone. There was no way out.


    ¡°Mom, what should we do now?¡± he asked, lost and unsure of their next move. Sky feared the water. He couldn¡¯t swim. Everyone they saw on the beach was getting slaughtered and picked off. Several of the refugees ran past them, knocking them off their feet.


    The beach resembled a slaughter, with people grabbing at anything for salvation, only to be extinguished in an instant. Their dreams, ambitions and hopes had become nothing more than abandoned corpses on a desolate beach. A woman, the last survivor on the beach, fell while running for her life, her chest impaled by the khopeshes as she tried to get up. Tears streaming down her face, her cries of quiet desperation begging to be spared. Her soul sucked out and now onto the next.


    The entity, turning to the entrance, noticed several people had taken refuge back in the cave. They had traded an open area for a closed labyrinth maze of caverns and chamber. When the entity spotted Sky and his mother, they took off running. They knew their time was at an end. They couldn¡¯t hide, but they had to try.


    As Sky ran, he caught glimpses of several refugees alone hiding out in whatever tomb they could find, hoping it wouldn¡¯t find them. He tried to help them by telling them that staying where they were was a death sentence. Everyone had succumbed to desperation. No one was listening. He couldn¡¯t help them and continued running.


    ¡°We have to keep moving. We can¡¯t stay still.¡± His mother saying as they ran through the caverns. She thought the refugees would buy them time to escape, somehow.


    She was determined to get her son off the island, no matter what.


    One refugee, lost in panic, found a corner to hide in. His breathing was profound, puffing like a wild animal. Fear had taken over him completely. Hearing the banshee screams of the entity nearby, he stifled his breath, hoping it would pass him by.


    After seeing blood splatter from his body, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking down, he saw the sharp end of the khopesh impale him from behind. The entity passed through the walls, undeterred by the maze. He saw terror on the man¡¯s face as the entity lifted him, and he gurgled blood, his soul being sucked out. His corpse dropped when there was nothing left to take. Every corner held a danger, leaving everyone exposed.


    The refugees fled their hiding places, scattering to find any safe spot. Hoping to swim out on their own, people headed back to the open beach. But fear disorientated them and got lost in the maze, rushing into the entity. People scavenged for weapons to fight with.


    Sky ran, finding a path up the mountain and crossing previously unexplored chasms. He heard the screams echoing throughout the chambers.


    They discovered a stone staircase leading to the mountain''s summit, blocked by a heavy steel door. A door that wrenched and creaked like the bellow of an enormous whale as they pushed it open. Realizing the noise they were making, they listened. They heard the ominous silence; the screams had stopped. They sensed it¡ªthere was no one left but them. The entity knew where they were, and it was coming for them.


    At the summit, the mountain opened into a vast space, plummeting straight down to the ocean. Dagger-like rocks lay along the mountain base in the surrounding area at the bottom. They could hear the echoing screams of the entity closing in on their position. Rather than frantically chase them, it took its time. It relished in the pleasure of making its prey squabble. Sky felt a chill envelop him, his body shivering. He did not know what to do. His mother took out her sword as she comforted him.


    ¡°My son, don¡¯t be afraid. Get behind me.¡± Knowing she wasn''t a fighter, she resolved to do whatever it took to save him.


    The door they had closed began seeping with black smoke. Coming through the door, the entity seeped in. Its weapons glistening with the blood of its victims in the moonlight. Its black aura of smoke obscuring their focus. Maia stood firm, the sword clenched in her hands.


    As the shadow approached them, Sky¡¯s talisman began glowing. It passed its power into the sword she held. The entity swung its attack overhead. Maia could deflect the attack, it astonished it. Impossibly, she could finally interact with it. This stunned the entity for a moment; it continued swinging relentlessly, with overhead attacks overwhelming her until she fell. It swung her to the side, knocking her out; she hit the ground into a daze. The sounds of the weapons clashing ringing in her ears. She saw her son, dwarfed by the giant shadow of the entity, hovering towards him. She screamed. ¡°Run!¡±


    Sky¡¯s gaze fell on the door; escape was impossible. He couldn¡¯t leave her. He snatched a shield from nearby, nearly his height, to shield himself. The talisman still glowing in his neck, empowering whatever he touched. The entity began toying with him, lightly swinging its khopesh. Despite growing smaller and weaker with each attack, Sky blocked them all and held tight to his shield.


    With one hand, the entity grabbed the shield and tossed Sky across the ground; it threw him with unbelievable force, causing him to flip and tumble in the air and finally landing on his face. The impact broke the talisman¡¯s chains; it fell out, bouncing off the ground, landing in front of Sky¡¯s mother.


    Feeling heavy, he tried crawling away. The blows had left him beaten and battered. A cold frost hovered over him. Turning over, he saw the entity was right on top of him, freezing him in place.


    The entity sought to extract as much terror from Sky as possible, impaling his injured calf with the sharp point of one of its khopeshes.


    As it lifted him off the ground by the neck, Sky¡¯s heart raced, not just from fear, but from an unsettling feeling that coursed through him. The entity paused, its glowing eyes narrowing as it inspected him closely, as if searching for something within him. A flicker of recognition crossed its shadowy features, and Sky felt a chilling sensation creep down his spine.


    ¡°Why doesn¡¯t it just kill me?¡± he wondered, his thoughts racing. The entity seemed to scrutinize him, as though it could sense a connection, a hidden truth that tied them together. The terror he felt intensified, not only because of the danger of the creature¡¯s grip but also because of a chilling realization that he might not be a stranger to it after all.


    It took the time to savor this. With its other hand, it reached down into his being and began dragging out his soul. His essence glowed with thin white strings, like cobwebs coming out of his body and floating into its own. He gritted his teeth as hard as he fought to keep consciousness. His hearing became muffled and his strength waned.


    Maia, now coming to her senses, saw the gemstone in front of her and reached for it; it glowed like a condensed star in her hands. She heard the voice speaking out to her, urging her on. The sword she had carried also began emanating energy on its own. Sword in hand, she ran toward her son. With the entity¡¯s back turned, she saw her one chance.


    She longed for the nightmare to end. As she came within striking distance, she whispered a prayer to the talisman. ¡°Please whoever you are, please take care of my son.¡±


    As she poured all of her strength, dreams, love and hopes into this one strike, she let out a mighty battle cry roar. The swing was swift, its impact ferocious.


    This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.At the last instant, the entity caught wind of the oncoming attack and barely having enough time to raise its arm to block. An explosion reverberated across the island and surrounding waters as light and dark clashed. The entity¡¯s aura blew back toward Sky, its essence briefly washing over him and releasing him from its grasp. The explosion tore apart the misty veil concealing the island from the outside world. Returning after an earlier lull, the ferocious ocean storms once again raged. An escape opened up.


    Sky hit the floor and was coughing with a gasping voice. He felt mentally drained and had lost all his strength. He heard the screams of the entity as it shriveled in pain, its arm cleaved in two. It wailed like the screams of swine, its open wound was bleeding ink shadows. It now focused on them, its playful demeanor now turning to rage.


    The sword Maia held had now broken. She picked her son up, holding him close. This moment was their last chance.


    ¡°Son, we have to jump!¡± she yelled.


    ¡°But I can¡¯t swim.¡± Sky trying to focus and see again but could hear his mother¡¯s voice.


    ¡°Don¡¯t be scared. I¡¯ll hold you up.¡±


    The entity, unwilling to lose its prey, fought through the pain, grabbed its weapon, and dashed toward them. Sky looked over the edge; it seemed an almost impossible jump.


    ¡°Son, trust me.¡± She said, grabbing his hand. They took a deep breath and jumped.


    The entity, with a wailing scream, swung a desperate last attack but in its weakened state too slow, just barely missing Sky. It cried like a banshee as they both escaped into the plunges below. Sky shut his eyes before he hit the ocean. Entering a realm of slowness and darkness. He could see the moonlight above the waters and desperately wailed his arms, almost as if trying to climb up the water. The currents tossed around his body, pulling him out further toward the sea.


    As he felt himself sinking, a hand grasped his, pulling him back from the brink of drowning. It was his mother who, in all the chaos, had found her way to him. They reached the surface, hanging onto a piece of floating debris from the ship.


    The island was still in sight, and the wind still carried the entity¡¯s echoes from afar. Pulled further away from the island by the strong ocean currents, they were now free from its clutches. The waves began obscuring the island from view before dissolving away into a mist of black smoke. Vanishing from view as mysteriously as it had appeared.


    He looked at his mother. She looked drained and pale. Only noticing the unmistakable signs of blood bleeding from her back, he had realized what had happened. There was a deep gash across her back and she was losing strength. He shook her, trying to keep her awake.


    ¡°Mom! You¡¯re hurt!¡±


    ¡°It¡¯s nothing, it¡¯s nothing¡­its nothing.¡± Her voice was becoming weaker with every breath. He looked around, praying for someone to come help them. She cradled her hands around his as she passed onto him the one thing that had saved them. Sky opened his hands to see the talisman resting.


    ¡°Sky, do you remember the way to Elysian?¡± Her voice waned.


    ¡°Why do I have to know? You¡¯re coming with me.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ll be with you, even if you can¡¯t see me.¡±


    ¡°But mom, I don¡¯t know how to get there all by myself.¡± He pleaded with her to stay awake.


    ¡°My precious son,¡± she whispered, her voice trembling yet filled with warmth, ¡°When you find yourself lost, seek the city made of gold.¡± She said, her voice getting weaker. ¡°It¡¯s a paradise, a place where dreams come to life. You will find friends who will stand by you, and perhaps even someone who will love you as I do.¡±


    She paused, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, reflecting a lifetime of love. ¡°Remember, when the weight of the world feels too heavy, listen to your heart. It will always guide you, even in the darkest moments. It whispers of hope, so listen closely, my darling.¡±


    With that, she smiled gently, the smile that had always brought him comfort, a light that would forever illuminate his memories. As she closed her eyes, resting her head against the debris, Sky felt the sharp daggers of loss pierce through him. Her absence was a chasm, a void that threatened to swallow him whole. His heart felt unbearably heavy, as if it could drag him deep into the ocean¡¯s depths. Desperately, he shook her, pleading for a sign for any response, but the silence that followed was deafening.


    ¡°Mom?¡± His throat went dry, his voice breaking up. He held her hands, not wanting to let go.


    There was an oncoming wave. The oceans struck the debris, drifting his mother away into the ocean. He dove, reaching for her body, but he couldn¡¯t swim.


    As the icy waters closed over his mother, a chilling realization settled in: he was truly alone. His surroundings grew silent, time seeming to stand still. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, each beat echoing the void left by her absence. He was stunned as her warmth vanished, replaced by a chilling emptiness.


    He blinked rapidly, trying to will her back into existence, to grasp onto the love and safety she had always provided. But all that remained was the dark, unyielding ocean. The memories flooded his mind¡ªher laughter, the gentle way she would brush his hair from his forehead, the fierce hugs that made everything feel right in the world. Each recollection was a dagger, twisting deeper into his heart as he fought to accept the truth: she was gone, lost to the depths, leaving behind an unfulfillable chasm in his soul.


    Sky strained against the currents, he stretched out his arms, fingers trembling with desperation. The water swirled around him, cold and unforgiving, each wave lapping against him as if mocking his efforts. ¡°Mom!¡± he cried out, his voice a choked whisper swallowed by the darkness of the ocean. The distance between them seemed to stretch impossibly, a chasm of despair that he could not bridge. He could see her¡ªher form, though pale and weak, still radiated the warmth of love he had always known. But as he reached, the icy grip of the ocean tugged at him, dragging him away from her, the weight of loss crashing down like the relentless waves. It felt as if the sea itself conspired against him, pulling him into its depths, deeper and deeper, where light faded and hope flickered like a dying flame.


    ¡°Please, Mom!¡± The desperation in his voice echoed back at him, unanswered. Every inch he tried to gain felt like a mile, each fleeting moment dragging him further into the cold embrace of the abyss. He watched in horror as her figure dissolved into the darkness, her bloodied back vanishing beneath the surface like a cruel illusion. The realization hit him with the force of a tidal wave: he was losing her, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.


    The pain was sharp and all-consuming, a white-hot spear piercing through his chest. It felt as though his heart was being ripped from his body, leaving only a hollow ache in its place. In that moment, he was not just losing his mother; he was losing the last fragment of his childhood, the last piece of a family he had fought so hard to hold on to. As the distance between them grew, he felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness wash over him. He was powerless against the currents, powerless against fate. With every futile kick of his legs, every desperate reach of his arms, he could feel his resolve crumbling. His tears, as salty as the sea, mixed with the waves, and for a brief instant, he wished he could drown, joining her in the watery abyss rather than living in a world without her.


    ¡°Don¡¯t leave me!¡± he screamed, but the ocean answered only with the silence of the void. His hands clawed at the water, grasping for her, but it was like trying to catch smoke. As she faded, so did the promises of safety and love that had been his compass during the storm. Then, as if the universe conspired to amplify his torment, a powerful wave surged beneath him, lifting him away just as he reached out one last time. He watched, paralyzed by grief, as she drifted further into the abyss, her body swallowed by the shadows of the sea. The last flicker of hope extinguished as he felt the icy waters pull him into their depths, leaving him to float in a world now devoid of the light that was his mother.


    As Sky clung to the debris, the icy grip of despair tightened around his heart. His mother, the one person who had fought so fiercely to protect him, was slipping away into the dark abyss. The shadows of the night loomed larger, each wave crashing against the debris, echoing the loss he felt. He had already lost so much: his grandmother, the only other family he had known, who had filled his childhood with warmth and stories; his home, which now lay in ruins, a mere memory of safety and belonging; and now he was losing his mother, the last thread tethering him to hope. The sight of her drifting further into the depths tore through him like a knife. The sight of her blood-stained back and the understanding that he would never hear her voice again hit him with the force of a thunderbolt. Panic surged through him as he reached out, his fingers grasping at the empty air, desperate to pull her back from the clutches of the ocean.


    ¡°Mom!¡± he cried, his voice cracking with desperation. His pleas against the encroaching darkness were futile, each syllable swallowed by the growing darkness. The salt of his tears mixed with the taste of the ocean on his face. The once-familiar sound of the waves now transformed into a haunting lullaby, lulling him into a cold acceptance of his impending loneliness.


    At that moment, the world around him faded. The chaos of the night, the terror of the entity, and the cries of the dying seemed to dissolve into silence. All that remained was the heart-wrenching vision of his mother, her figure becoming smaller, more distant, until the churning sea swallowed it. He had faced dangers before, but this was an insurmountable grief that crushed his spirit.


    Losing her buried a part of him beneath the waves, leaving him adrift in a world that felt increasingly empty. He was now truly alone, a boy with no family, no home, and no guiding light. The gemstone pressed into his palm, a weighty reminder of the burden he now carried. He floated in the dark waters; the realization settled over him like a shroud: he would have to navigate this desolate reality without her. The world felt impossibly empty now. But in the depths of his sorrow, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He aimed to honor his mother¡¯s memory not only through grief, but by embracing the life she envisioned for him.


    He took a deep breath, feeling the gemstone still clutched in his hands, a weight both heavy and reassuring. It was a symbol of her love and the promise of a future, even in the face of despair. He felt its cool surface warm under his fingers, pulsing gently like a heartbeat. It reminded him of her embrace¡ªsecure and unwavering, a lifeline in the chaos surrounding him. As Sky floated in the dark waters, the realization settled over him like a shroud: he would have to navigate this desolate reality without her. He could almost see her there, her smile warm like the morning sun breaking through a foggy dawn. She always believed in me, he thought, the memory wrapping around him like a comforting blanket.


    In his mind''s eye, he envisioned the city made of gold, its towers shimmering like sunlit waves, inviting and distant. A paradise where laughter echoed through the streets, and friends waited with open arms, ready to share in the journey ahead. But now, the ocean stretched endlessly before him, a vast expanse of uncertainty mirroring the chasm within him. He felt like a ship lost at sea, tossed by relentless waves, with no guiding star to light his way home.


    With every pulse of his heart, he vowed to carry her spirit¡ªa beacon in the enveloping darkness, illuminating the path through his grief. No matter how heavy the shadows became, he would let her love guide him forward, a flame flickering defiantly against the night.

 5 SURVIVOR

    Faced with the high sea winds, General Aleyn, a giant dwarf, was in good spirits aboard The Elsa, his warship painted in white, silver, and gold. A marvel of engineering that could soar through the skies, but today it braved the ocean''s fury, the crew fearing the storm might tear it apart in the air. An extraordinary sailor turned fisherman, Aleyn possessed an almost sixth sense of the sea and skies. After circling the rendezvous point for hours, he saw no sign of the refugees.


    The bow and stern turbines spun with a subsonic rhythm, cutting through the rain and keeping the ship afloat. Its sails filled with wind, propelling them forward. Crew members manned their stations, accustomed to the harsh conditions, having served under Aleyn for years. The ship was their home, and the rough seas were their backyard.


    Aleyn stood out on the bow of his ship, the storms still raging, blowing rain as sharp as daggers in everyone¡¯s face. It had been hours now, and he hoped to see something, but the oceans gave nothing.


    ¡°Weren¡¯t we supposed to see the vessels by now?¡± Rowan Voss, his first officer, shouted over the howling wind.


    ¡°Aye, the winds are fierce as a Highland gale. They¡¯ve likely blown us off course, but we¡¯ll find our way!¡± Aleyn replied, scanning the turbulent waters.


    Suddenly, a faint wail pierced the air. Thunder cracked, and lightning illuminated a massive tsunami barreling toward them.


    ¡°Hard to port!¡± Aleyn roared. The crew braced themselves, the ship responding like a well-trained organism. They welcomed the wave with laughter, embracing the chaos.


    The wave crashed over them, threatening to capsize the vessel, but it held firm.


    ¡°General, no one could survive this! We should head back!¡± another crewman yelled.


    Aleyn hesitated, glancing toward the relentless sea. Just as he contemplated turning back, something caught his eye. As the clouds parted and moonlight broke through, he spotted a young boy floating on a piece of debris among the wreckage of a shattered vessel.


    ¡°Full sails down, lads! We¡¯re going to save the wee lad, no matter the cost!¡± Aleyn commanded, tying himself to a rope before diving into the frigid water. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing at him.


    As he reached the boy, who hung limply in the water, Aleyn felt the icy grip of despair clutch at his heart. The boy¡¯s pale face contrasted with the dark, roiling sea, and Aleyn¡¯s fingers grazed the cool, damp fabric of the sling bag, reminding him of the boy¡¯s last fight for survival. The debris markings revealed that the vessel he was to escort had been lost. He pulled the pale, exhausted boy close, struggling to wrap his arms around him.


    ¡°You¡¯ll be alright, laddie! Just hold on, lad. Keep fighting!¡± He pushed forward through the water, every stroke a promise of safety.


    As Aleyn pulled Sky from the frigid water, the icy grip of the sea seemed to cling to him, numbing his limbs and stealing his breath. The boy¡¯s body hung heavy in his arms, utterly spent, his face pale and lips tinged blue against the dark backdrop of the storm. Even when unconscious, fleeting images of the boy¡¯s mother flashed in his mind¡ªher warm smile and beautiful hair that danced like sunlight. He could almost hear her laughter, a melody lost to the chaos of the storm. What calamity had befallen this boy? He wondered. The wind howled like a banshee, and the thunder cracked overhead, drowning out the crew''s shouts.


    This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.Despite the chaos, Aleyn''s focus narrowed. The waves roared around them. Sky¡¯s breath came in soft, labored gasps, barely registering in the surrounding chaos. As Aleyn swam back to the ship, he felt the boy¡¯s body twitch involuntarily, a reflex of his subconscious battling the icy grip of the sea. Clutching the gemstone tightly in his hand, Sky seemed to hold on to it as if it were a lifeline tethering him to the world - a world that now felt so far away.


    Once they reached the deck, Aleyn laid Sky down gently. He pressed his ear to the boy¡¯s chest, listening for any sign of life, feeling the faint thud of a heartbeat beneath his palm. ¡°Come on, please¡­¡± he murmured, beginning the revival process as the crew watched, their hopes dwindling.


    ¡°Sir, there¡¯s nothing we can do¡ª¡± Rowan said, ¡°Sir, there¡¯s nothing we can do¡ª,¡± but the unmistakable sounds of coughing interrupted him.


    ¡°That¡¯s it, laddie! You¡¯ve got this!¡± Aleyn cried out.


    The boy stirred, a violent cough tearing through him as water spilled from his lips. His color returned in a rush, the pallor of fear replaced by the faint blush of life. Aleyn''s breath hitched as he watched Sky¡¯s eyes flutter open, confusion mingling with a spark of recognition. It was a miracle¡ªhe was alive. Aleyn raised his hands in triumph, and the crew erupted in cheers, their spirits lifted.


    As his eyes opened, panic flickered for a moment before confusion took hold. Where was his mother? The reality of his loss crashed over him like another wave, pushing him deeper into despair.


    They fetched warm clothes and wrapped him in blankets, but Aleyn''s heart crumbled as he noticed Sky''s blank stare, the weight of his trauma clear in his vacant expression. ¡®He¡¯s lost so much,¡¯ Aleyn thought, a pang of guilt gripping him as he rummaged through the sling bag, desperate to find clues about the boy¡¯s past.


    ¡°Lad, what¡¯s yer name? Can ye tell me?¡± Aleyn asked gently, but received no response. He rummaged through the sling bag, finding bandages, a medallion, and a waterlogged journal filled with sketches. Among the items, he also found the crest that Zain had passed to Sky.


    Aleyn''s eyes widened as he recognized the crest, a symbol of Elysian Royalty that had once adorned the halls of power. His mind raced with questions¡ªWhat calamity had befallen this boy?


    How did he come to possess the crest, a symbol of such noble lineage?


    To brighten Sky¡¯s spirits, Aleyn remarked, ¡°Ye draw well, lad.¡± Among the soggy pages, he found a drawing of the island and one of Sky with a woman¡ªhis mother. Aleyn¡¯s heart clenched.


    ¡°Oh¡­ I see.¡± His throat tightened with understanding. He stepped aside, scanning the horizon for more survivors, but found only emptiness.


    Returning to the journal, he deduced the boy¡¯s name: ¡®Sky.¡¯


    ¡°Sky?¡± he kneeled beside the boy, who gave the faintest nod. Aleyn smiled. ¡°Ye can call me Aleyn. Ye¡¯re alive, laddie! We¡¯re going home.¡±


    With Sky barely able to stand, Aleyn guided him to his private cabin¡ªluxurious compared to what Sky was used to. He placed the boy in a soft bed, surrounded by warmth and candlelight.


    ¡°Rest here for the night,¡± Aleyn said softly, laying the journal and Sky¡¯s belongings on the table before closing the door behind him. The crew¡¯s concern for the boy mirrored Aleyn¡¯s own pain.


    ¡°Alright, men, let¡¯s get out of this storm and head home.¡± They responded and immediately set to work.


    Inside the cabin, Sky lay in silence, the heavy footsteps and murmurs of the crew a distant echo. He unwrapped his bandaged hands, then opened his palm. The gemstone, still warm from his grip, glowed faintly as he drifted into a restless sleep.

 6 SUMMER: ELYSIAN

    The golden morning light spilled into Aleyn¡¯s cabin, its warmth filling the room with the smell of cedar wood. Sky awoke without having moved an inch in his sleep, his muscles still aching from the intense ordeal he had suffered through the night before. He could feel the ship still moving through the waters, rocking back and forth through the waves. The quiet hum of the turbines, subtly resonating through the walls, gave the cabin a sense of life, as if the ship itself were breathing in rhythm with the sea.


    He jolted awake when he looked at his hand and found the necklace that had lain there was missing. Panic surged through him for a moment, but the soft sound of music¡ªgentle and lilting¡ªflowed through the room, slowly soothing his nerves.


    The sound was coming from a gramophone set beside the workbench, its mechanical and magical hum filling the air like a soft caress. The delicate needle of the gramophone seemed to glow faintly as it spun, playing a serene melody that mixed the mechanical clink of its gears with the ethereal tones of an ancient song, a mix of strings and wind, calm, almost as if the ship itself was trying to comfort him.


    Aleyn sat across from him with his back turned, working on something at his workbench. The smell of burning metal wafted through the air. With a silver hammer raised, he brought it down onto his work with a loud clank, sending sparks flying. Sky bolted upright, his eyes widening as he instinctively reached for the gemstone in his mind, panic clawing at his throat as he envisioned Aleyn shattering it.


    Inhaling sharply, his heart racing, he briefly felt the cabin shrink and the air grow heavy. The chair on which Aleyn sat creaked as he spun around, a wide grin breaking across his face.


    ¡°Oh, you¡¯re awake, are you?¡± he said, his stout frame contrasting with the slender humans around him. ¡°Aye, take it easy now. You¡¯ve had a right rough night, lad. I hope you don¡¯t mind, but¡­¡± He reached around, revealing the necklace he had been clinging. ¡°I grabbed this while you were sleeping. The chain was broken, so I fixed it for you.¡±


    Sky blinked in disbelief, relief flooding over him as he realized the gemstone was untouched. Its broken golden chains replaced with the shining silver of dwarven mithril craft. As he placed the necklace into his hands, the weight of his situation pressed down on him like a leaden cloak. He allowed himself to breathe, a quiet moment of security amidst the chaos.


    With his precious gemstone secured, a wave of calmness washed over Sky. Aleyn¡¯s gaze lingered on the necklace, a mix of intrigue and sympathy reflected in his eyes. Through a turbulent past, Sky found solace in this gemstone that tied him to his former life. He placed the necklace in Sky¡¯s hands. There was warmth in his expression. He viewed the gemstone as a treasured possession, not something to hide.


    ¡°Go on, put it on!¡± Aleyn urged. Sky extended the chains and placed it over his head. The necklace rested lightly on his chest, oddly warm to the touch. Aleyn noticed the first smile crack on Sky¡¯s face since he had rescued him. ¡°That thing must mean a lot to ye. Best not lose it again, eh?¡±


    ¡°I¡ªI¡­¡± Sky stuttered, his voice cracking as he fought to find the words. A wave of frustration washed over him like smoke. It weighed him down, pinning him to silence once more.


    ¡°Ah, don¡¯t fret over it, lad. I did me best with the bandages, but it¡¯s always best to have a doctor take a gander at that,¡± Aleyn said. Besides the thick bandages wrapped tightly around his body, someone had given him a new set of used brown and gray leather clothes, stitched together¡ªsuitable for a sea voyage. At least they were warm. Aleyn¡¯s grin stretched wide as he observed Sky. ¡°I hope ye don¡¯t mind the clothes, either. Found a few things in the back that¡¯d suit ye just fine. Better than wandering about in rags, aye?¡±


    He leaned back slightly, his expression a mix of pride and awkwardness, clearly still getting used to the idea of caring for a young boy.


    Sky felt the necklace, giving it a few gentle taps on his chest. His arms shook as he fought to keep his balance against the bed to stand. His muscles were in pain. Aleyn stood from his chair, offering a steadying hand to help him up.


    As Sky took in his surroundings, he noticed the cabin was a testament to Aleyn¡¯s life¡ªa master craftsman¡¯s sanctuary filled with the tools of his trade. The candle wicks burned low, sending pillars of light smoke curling toward the ceiling, remnants of the previous night¡¯s work. The workbench was a cluttered array of hammers, crafting tools, and metal dust, evidence of countless projects undertaken with care and precision.


    His eyes shifted to a corner; there, a gramophone sat. It was unlike any he had ever seen; its base crafted from an intricate blend of polished wood and gleaming metal. A delicately placed needle atop a spinning, faintly glowing disc played a soft, harmonious tune, filling the room with a peaceful aura. The tune was soothing, a blend of melodic strings and wind, with just a touch of mechanical clinks as the device worked.


    Sky''s fingers traced the edges of the workbench, his curiosity piqued by the musical device. He had seen nothing quite like it¡ªboth mechanical and magical ¡ª working together to create a sound that felt almost otherworldly. The gramophone''s gentle hum seemed to slow his racing thoughts, its soothing notes wrapping around him like a soft blanket.


    Noticing Sky''s fascination, Aleyn chuckled, a warm smile tugging at his lips. "Curious about that, are ye?" he asked, moving toward the device. "It''s a bit of a novelty, this one. A hybrid of old-world magic and the latest in mechanical craft. Let me show ye how it works. I won it off in an old card game back in my earlier years." He was especially proud of this, his grin widening as he fondly recalled the memory.


    His movements showed mastery of the device. With a few quick, practiced motions, he wound around the base, setting the needle gently onto the spinning disc. The machine hummed to life, the sound beginning as a soft crackle before music flowed through the room¡ªsoft, slow, and rich with emotion.


    Sky watched intently, his fingers still resting on the workbench. The music¡¯s depth, its ability to fill the space, and its steadying effect on his pulse surprised him.


    "Now ye try," Aleyn said, stepping back. "Place the needle, wind it up, and let the magic do the rest. There''s no rush¡ªtake yer time."


    Sky hesitated, then mimicked Aleyn''s movements, feeling the weight of the needle as he guided it onto the disc. The room revived with a soft hum.


    For a moment, Sky felt the tension in his chest ease slightly. The music washed over him, gentle, like a distant memory of peace. He felt something stir within him¡ªa faint, fleeting warmth¡ªbut the weight of the previous night''s events still clung to him. Despite his aching heart and the looming sadness, the music for once kept it at bay, even if just slightly.


    Sky paused, eyes unfocused, absorbing the melody. It offered minor solace, a brief respite from lingering mental turmoil. He didn¡¯t know how to embrace it, how to let himself enjoy it fully, but he felt it¡ªa quiet connection to something beyond the pain.


    Above him, an impressive display of weapons hung on the walls¡ªpairs of battle hammers, intricately designed daggers, pistols, and rifles, all arranged symmetrically, always in twos.


    Sky¡¯s belongings lay on a separate table. He opened the waterlogged journal;


    ¡°Ah, we saved your book, too. I hope nothing is missing,¡± Aleyn said, his tone light but carrying the weight of understanding.


    A far-room clock announced the year 396, ushering the new morning hour. Next to it, pinned to the walls, were old photos. Worn down by time, the colored images had faded to a brown tint. Each captured a moment of joy¡ªone showed a man with a broad grin, his eyes sparkling with pride as he posed beside a massive fish he had caught; another depicted him standing arm-in-arm with a sturdy figure, his father, both of them laughing heartily. In a different setting, a woman and a little girl, their faces radiating joy, evidently enjoying a loving moment together.


    ¡°See that fella, the handsome one? That¡¯s me!¡± Aleyn exclaimed, his chest puffing out with pride as he pointed to the photo. A broad smile illuminated his features, momentarily bathing the cabin in nostalgic warmth. ¡°Aye, that was a good day, catching that big fish.¡±


    A shiny object caught Sky¡¯s attention while scanning through the photos. It lay on the table beneath the pictures, glittering with gold and smelling of oil, metal, and ammonia. It was a circular device with a button at the top of it. Pushing it revealed the open face of a mechanical clock¡ªa pocket watch. A large gash marked the face of its glass cover, like a bullet had scrapped it. Inside was a beautiful assembly of thin gold and silver cogs, but much to his surprise, the mechanisms were stuck in place; its silver hands remained frozen at 4:51.


    Aleyn¡¯s voice filled the room, a hint of nostalgia coloring in his words. ¡°Oh, that old thing? From a lifetime ago, it is. It''s meant to chime every hour, but it broke long ago, and I just¡­ didn¡¯t have the time to mend it.¡± The warmth of his usual cheeriness dimmed, replaced by a shadow of something deeper.


    Sky darted back to the table where he had found it and saw the means to fix the pocket watch lay disturbingly in plain sight. The toolboxes and implements were all there: screwdriver sets, tweezers, pegwood, case openers, grease, putty, oil containers, and eyeglasses. There was even a watchmaker''s staking kit, its latches tense to the touch.


    Aleyn¡¯s eyes lingered on the pocket watch for a moment longer before he shook himself from his thoughts. ¡°Ah, don¡¯t fret over it. I¡¯ll fix it soon enough,¡± he added quickly, a smile returning to his face but not quite reaching his eyes.


    Sky gazed at the watch; Within the details of the face were tiny but intricate etchings and carvings of beings from ancient myths, no doubt telling a story from another culture he didn¡¯t fully understand. He smiled, appreciating the care that had gone into making it.


    A sudden sound drew his attention¡ªfootsteps, lighter and faster than Aleyn¡¯s heavy boots, like the soft patter of running feet. His head jerked around, expecting to see someone sneaking up on him, but to his surprise, there was no one but Aleyn standing next to him. He looked around, confusion flickering across his features as he scanned the room for any sign of movement.


    ¡°Something wrong, lad?¡± Aleyn asked, noticing the change in Sky¡¯s demeanor. Sky shook his head, feeling a strange warmth in his chest, an echo of something he couldn¡¯t quite grasp. He placed the pocket watch back where he found it, but the memory of those footsteps lingered in his mind.


    A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts; it was Rowan.


    ¡®Captain, we¡¯re about to make port.¡¯ Elysian was in sight over the horizon.


    ¡°Ha! That¡¯s our cue!¡± Aleyn exclaimed, leading Sky out of the cabin. As they stepped into the corridor, the smell of burning stoves wafted through the air. Sky felt the weight of the morning press down on him; his appetite was absent, his thoughts still lost in silence.


    He took a moment to gather his belongings, wincing as he shifted his weight and his muscles ached. The ship swayed gently beneath him, and each step felt like a battle. Aleyn walked beside him, his sturdy presence a reassuring anchor. ¡°Easy now, lad. Just take it slow,¡± he encouraged, his voice warm and welcoming.


    As they moved along the corridor, the sounds of laughter and chatter grew louder. The sizzling of cooking food mingled with the fragrant aroma of freshly cooked sausages and eggs, making Sky¡¯s stomach rumble as if it were about to drop out of his body.


    ¡°Almost there,¡± Aleyn said, glancing down with a smile. He gently nudged Sky forward, his hand steadying him at the small of his back.


    Finally, they reached the end of the noise-echoing corridor. Aleyn pushed open the door to reveal a grand dining room. The sight was overwhelming: a long wooden table stretched across the room, surrounded by Aleyn¡¯s crew, all shouting and cheering as Sky entered.


    ¡°Come on in, lad! We¡¯re just in time!¡± Aleyn beamed, gesturing for him to take a seat. Sky felt the warmth of their welcome wash over him, though his legs felt unsteady beneath him. Aleyn¡¯s face lit up with glee as he announced Sky to the crew. A wave of excitement filled the room; the crew toasted him as he approached. The ship''s cook, bustling with energy, brought forth a generous dish piled high with salted meats, hardtack biscuits, pickled vegetables, and a hearty stew simmering with potatoes and root vegetables.


    ¡°The finest food you¡¯ll ever find out here in these seas!¡± Aleyn declared, his enthusiasm infectious. He radiated warmth, gesturing animatedly as he spoke, his laughter ringing out like music. Despite his age, he possessed the spirit of a young boy, his eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. He had an uncanny ability to lift the surrounding mood, effortlessly raising his voice to share tales of adventure and camaraderie.


    As Sky settled into the warm atmosphere of the dining room, he noticed the crew exchanging knowing smiles as they watched Aleyn interact. Their familiarity with him was clear¡ªhis dwarf heritage did not surprise them, but by his unusual charm and positivity. He was an old friend, a source of inspiration, who filled their days with laughter.


    ¡°Ah, ye know me well!¡± Aleyn said, winking at a few of the crew members who chuckled in response. He spun stories of his past, captivating everyone with his charisma. With every word, he created a feeling of belonging, helping Sky feel less like an outsider and more like a family member.


    Aleyn gestured with his pint toward Sky, a twinkle in his eye as he asked if the young man also drank rum. Sky was slow to reply, because of exhaustion, but he shook his head, refusing. The sudden movement made Aleyn crack up, his laughter booming through the room. ¡°No lad, of course ye don¡¯t drink at this hour!¡±


    With a flourish of his hand, Aleyn grabbed a nearby large mug, almost as big as he was, slammed a pint of water down on the table in front of Sky. ¡°Go on! Drink!¡± he encouraged, his infectious charm lighting up the room.


    Although an intense man, Aleyn¡¯s passion shone through, and Sky sensed the genuine care behind his words. He grabbed the mug and took a big gulp as subtly as he could; the vessel was enormous enough to cover his face.


    The crew raised their mugs in a toast, their laughter ringing out as they drank their morning rum and resumed digging into their food. Sky hesitated, but joined in, raising his mug in a shy toast. ¡°Chin up, always keep your chin up.¡± Aleyn called out, his voice filled with warmth.


    As Sky turned back to his plate, eager to start his meal, he noticed that a piece of fried fish had vanished. Confused, he blinked and glanced across the table to find the crew still feasting, oblivious to the sudden disappearance. He tried to make sense of it, but then he heard a scuffle beneath the table, the soft sound of paws padding against the wooden floor.


    Curious as he was, Sky bent over, taking a peek beneath the table¡ªbut there was nothing there. Looking up again, he was startled to see that someone had taken a piece of fried fish. As he turned to his side, he spotted a malamute puppy standing on the long seats next to him, wagging its fluffy tail with unrestrained excitement. The pup wore a thick coat of black and white fur, and its bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief as it chewed on the stolen food.


    With a squeaky bark, the puppy turned its attention to Sky, vetting him. Around its neck was a metal collar, reflecting the engraving of the name ¡®Smoky.¡¯


    ¡°Oi, Smoky! What are ye doing, boy, stealing our friend¡¯s food?¡± Aleyn cried out, his voice booming with laughter. Smoky perked up at the sound, then bounded over to Sky, sniffing at his face. The ticklish sensation made Sky break into a smile, the warmth of the moment easing his worries.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mind Smoky; he¡¯s a lovely wee bugger! Always been an excellent judge of character he is. You take care of him, and he¡¯ll take care of ye,¡± Aleyn said with a grin. Smoky responded by licking Sky¡¯s face, filling the air with joyous yips.


    For a fleeting moment, Sky could forget his troubles, dodging the enthusiastic puppy while being careful not to disturb his bandages. Aleyn took a bouncing red ball from his pocket, waving it in the air. Smoky¡¯s eyes widened with excitement, and in an instant, he leaped off the seat and lunged after it, eager to play.


    As Sky dug into his food, the atmosphere around them transformed into one of relaxation and ease. He spent his time playing with the exuberant Malamute, Smoky trying to catch Sky¡¯s hands in their own version of whack-a-mole. The room filled with laughter and the joyful energy of newfound friendship.


    ¡°Come see this!¡± Aleyn waved his hand, urging Sky to follow him up to the ship deck, with Smoky trailing behind.


    As they emerged into the open air, Sky heard them before he saw them¡ªthe distant sound of seagulls, their calls echoing against the backdrop of the sky. He looked up, and his breath caught in his throat. Hundreds of birds soared above, flitting through the parted clouds that revealed a clear blue sky, an endless expanse stretching toward the horizon. The ocean breeze brushed against his face, carrying with it the smell of salt and freedom. The warm sunlight illuminated the path ahead, guiding them toward their destination.


    Aleyn stood beside him, a broad smile on his face as he pointed toward the island in the distance. There it stood, rising from the blue waters¡ªElysian. From afar, it appeared to be a vast city of shining gold, glittering in the sunlight like a jewel. Towering buildings and skyscrapers that seemed to pierce the clouds, their grandeur unlike anything Sky had ever imagined marked the skyline. It appeared like a paradise from a different world, a dream he had heard tales of but never imagined he would encounter.


    Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.A crew member tossed a rope and secured it as the ship rumbled against the harbor, edging toward the dock. The vessel finally lurched to a halt. They had arrived.


    As the ship extended its walkway bridge, connecting it to solid land, Aleyn waved as he stepped off. ¡°C¡¯mon, we¡¯re here!¡± he called, beckoning Sky to follow.


    Sky paused, gazing at the ocean, then the pier. He took a deep breath, the weight of his uncertain future pressing down on him, before taking his first step onto Elysian.


    What met his eyes was nothing short of breathtaking. The city unfolded before him like a dream¡ªan enchanting paradise of white marble and gold. It seemed to shimmer under the sun, which bathed everything in a warm, golden hue. It looked as though it had stood for thousands of years; everywhere he looked, every stone appeared placed, as if the hands of the gods themselves had sculpted the city.


    The architecture rose, each building a testament to extraordinary craftsmanship, while lush flora intertwined with the structures, creating a harmonious palette of white, gold, and green. Awe and disbelief warred within Sky, the present moment¡¯s beauty battling the pain of his losses.


    ¡°So, lad, what do ye think? Beautiful or what?¡± Aleyn turned his head, noticing the gentle smile beginning to form on Sky¡¯s face. In a moment, Sky¡¯s eyes lit up, showing a glimpse of peace amid turmoil.


    Silence was his only reply, the enormity of the experience still overwhelming him.


    ¡°Wait till you see the rest of it.¡± Aleyn chuckled.


    Among the golden and ivory towers and marvelous construction, scaffolding rose in various areas, a sign of Elysian¡¯s constant evolution. Looking up, Sky saw groups of architects and builders laboring away, their hands skilled and precise as they crafted new sculptures and erected new buildings. Some men wielded tools with deftness, shaping metal and stone into magnificent forms, while others were busy mixing mortar and laying bricks, all contributing to the city¡¯s ever-expanding grandeur.


    Sky took a slow, measured breath as his gaze swept across the bustling city. The air was thick with life, vibrant with the hum of activity. Yet, it was beneath the streets where the true pulse of the city lived, a pulse Sky could feel reverberating through the very ground beneath his boots.


    As he walked, his eyes caught the soft glow beneath the cobblestones. Faint, but undeniable. A lifelike flicker illuminated the city; it breathed. It wasn¡¯t the light of lanterns or torches¡ªthis light was subtle, almost ethereal, yet it permeated every step he took. Sky kneeled, placing a hand over the ground where the light seemed strongest. He felt it then, a faint warmth, a buzz of power, like the city itself was alive with arcane energy.


    Crystalline conduits, embedded deep beneath the city, carried streams of pulsing light¡ªblue, green, and soft violet¡ªtrailing through the streets like veins of magic. The energy flowed through the ancient stone pathways, unobtrusive yet undeniable, weaving between the foundations of the towering structures above. Every so often, the light would spill upward, visible through cracks in the streets, glimmering softly as if the city¡¯s heartbeat were making itself known. It was this subtle force that powered the very essence of Elysian¡ªthe buildings, the lights, even the airships above. Sky could sense the weight of it in the silence of the streets, like an invisible energy running through everything.


    The surrounding citizens seemed unaware, or at least undisturbed, of the magic that pulsed so near to them. They walked with purpose, their footsteps in rhythm with the hum of the city, as if the energy beneath their feet was simply part of the world they lived in. Sky, though, couldn¡¯t look away. He sensed a strange, inexplicable life force, a powerful resonance deep within him, something that moved his soul.


    As he moved further, Sky¡¯s attention shifted to a set of large, ornate pylons¡ªcrystal structures towering above the city¡¯s heart. From each one, energy arced like delicate threads of lightning, pulsing rhythmically through the air before feeding into the crystalline conduits below. The pylons stood like silent sentinels, bathed in light, as if guarding the flow of the city¡¯s lifeblood. Faintly shimmering runes adorned each pylon. A low hum, the city¡¯s power vibrating, filled the air.


    Somewhere far above, airships passed by, their sails catching the wind as their hulls glowed faintly with the same arcane energy that powered the city¡¯s heart. Streets buzzed with an energy of their own; sidewalks made from materials that glimmered in the light of the floating ships above. The entire city seemed to be suspended in an endless dance with magic, its very foundation an intricate web of power.


    Aleyn and Sky walked side by side among the bustling crowd, with Smoky trotting closely behind, his tail wagging in excitement.


    ¡°By the time the folk finish building on this side, something new will always start somewhere else,¡± Aleyn remarked with pride, nodding toward the work in progress, reflecting the dynamic spirit of Elysian and the promise of what was to come.


    As they made their way through the bustling streets of Elysian, Aleyn towered over the crowd, his stout frame and robust demeanor setting him apart from the taller, slender humans around him. The locals occasionally glanced at him with a mix of curiosity and amusement, their eyes flickering from his broad shoulders to the intricate designs of his leather tunic.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mind them,¡± he said, catching Sky¡¯s sideways glance. ¡°A dwarf in Elysian is like a fish out of water. Most folk here think we¡¯re all miners and blacksmiths. I¡¯ll have them know we can be more than just axe-wielding brigands!¡± He chuckled, his voice rich and hearty.


    As they passed a group of children playing in the streets, one boy pointed at Aleyn and asked, ¡°Are you a giant, mister?¡±


    Aleyn bent down, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. ¡°Nae, laddie! I¡¯m just a wee bit more stout than the rest of ye. But if ye cross me, I might just throw ye into the sea!¡± The children erupted in laughter, and Aleyn straightened up, his heart warming at their joy.


    Sky watched this interaction, a smile tugging at his lips. Aleyn¡¯s ability to connect with others despite their differences was a sight to behold. It reminded him that even in a world filled with uncertainty, friendship could thrive.


    A horn from the harbor sounded, breaking the moment. Aleyn turned to see Sky gazing out toward the ocean, where other ships were approaching, their sails billowing in the breeze. As they drew closer, the sight of people spilling onto the docks caught his attention¡ªrefugees, their faces a mix of exhaustion and hope as they offloaded their belongings.


    Sky''s heart ached as he observed families reuniting, joy lighting their features. Among them, he spotted a young boy and his mother, their embrace tight and filled with relief. They stood amidst their possessions, which seemed to shine with promise, as though they had stepped onto a path toward a brighter future. The contrast struck Sky like an icy wave; they were the lucky ones, starting anew. The laughter of families reuniting around him felt like a bittersweet melody, beautiful yet painfully out of reach.


    His own breath felt heavy in his chest as he looked down, hands clenching tightly around the fabric of his clothes. A swirl of emotions churned within him¡ªlonging, sadness, and an unsettling sense of being left behind. As laughter and cheers erupted around him, he fought to keep the weight of his thoughts at bay, the brightness of the moment feeling achingly distant.


    As the last of the refugees disembarked, a group of healers moved into action, guiding them toward a large tent set up nearby. Immaculately dressed in flowing white robes that hugged their wasp-like figures, revealing physiques honed by gymnastics and dance, the healers moved into action. Their skin was fair and smooth as silk, and their hair cascaded around their shoulders like running water. A subtle scent of coastal tea trees lingered in the air as they worked, their hands and feet adorned with light golden jewels shaped like laurel leaves.


    Aleyn gestured for Sky to follow, his expression serious yet supportive.


    ¡°Come on, lad. They¡¯ll want to check on ye,¡± he said, leading Sky through the bustling crowd. Refugees were already forming lines, weary faces lit by the promise of safety and hope.


    The air buzzed with a mix of anxious chatter and the comforting aroma of food being prepared. Nearby, the sound of children¡¯s laughter rang out as loved ones embraced them and reunited families.


    Sky watched as the healers began assessing the newcomers, their movements efficient and graceful. They checked for injuries with ruthless precision, bandaging wounds and distributing water and simple meals. It was a scene of chaos and care, the community springing into action to support those who had lost everything, their beauty rivaled only by their skill. The doctor completed each stitch without a single patient shedding a tear, and Sky felt a flicker of hope amidst the turmoil.


    Amidst the group of healers, Sky caught sight of a young woman who stood out among them, dressed in golden ivory and sapphire clothing. She attracted more royal guards around her than any other healer, her commanding and firm posture unmistakable as she directed the efforts to ensure everyone received proper care. Though they did not interact, Sky felt drawn to her presence, noting the confidence she exuded as she coordinated the scene before her.


    An older gentleman stood cradling his visibly shaken wife in his arms, a look of desperation etched on his face as he scanned the crowd. When his gaze landed on Sky, his expression shifted from confusion to urgency. ¡°Hey, did you just arrive on the boat?¡±


    Sky felt a jolt of anxiety at the man¡¯s sudden focus on him. The grip on his shoulders was firm but shaky, revealing the man¡¯s desperate need for answers.


    ¡°Where is my son? Zain, did he make it?¡±


    Sky¡¯s heart pounded. The man¡¯s eyes searched Sky¡¯s face, a flicker of hope mingling with fear.


    ¡°Did he make it off the boat with you?¡± the man pressed, tightening his grip as he shook Sky slightly, urgency tinging his voice.


    The pressure of the moment was suffocating. Sky opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He could only manage a breathy whisper, ¡°Zain¡­¡±


    The man¡¯s expression changed, hope flickering. ¡°What? What do you know?¡±


    Before Sky could gather his thoughts, Aleyn stepped in, positioning himself protectively between Sky and the man. ¡°Give him some space!¡± he commanded, his voice firm but calm. He faced the man; his gaze unwavering. ¡°You need to back off. He¡¯s been through enough.¡±


    But the commotion was growing. Other refugees, desperate for news of their loved ones, swarmed around Sky.


    ¡°Have you seen my daughter? She¡¯s only four.¡±


    An unfamiliar voice shouted, asking the whereabouts of the grandson.


    ¡°You cannot be the only survivor!¡± shouted a man, his voice thick with panic.


    ¡°Help me, please, you must¡¯ve seen my grandmother!¡± pleaded a woman, tears streaming down her face.


    Seeing the situation escalate, a pair of knights moved in, their silver armor gleaming with sapphire markings as they commanded attention. Each of their steps was an audible thud, echoing through the chaos as they towered easily over the heights of the refugees. ¡°Step back! Everyone, form a line!¡± one of them bellowed, his voice cutting through the din with authority. The soldiers separated the crowd, their polished shields displaying the Elysian insignia as they ushered people back, restoring some order amid the rising tension. Taking advantage of the distraction, Aleyn quickly grabbed Sky¡¯s arm, leading him away from the crowd. ¡°This way, lad,¡± he urged, guiding him through the thinning mass of people until they reached a quieter corner of the area.


    Sky¡¯s breath came in shallow gasps, the overwhelming pressure of the moment crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He leaned against the wall, cradling his head in his hands as he fought to regain control. Hope briefly sparked within him in the new world before chaos dragged him back to despair.


    ¡°Just breathe, slowly,¡± Aleyn spoke, placing a reassuring hand on his back. ¡°Ye¡¯re safe here. Focus on my voice.¡±


    Sky nodded, but the anxiety swirled within him, his heart racing as he tried to steady his breathing. The weight of the world felt crushing, but Aleyn¡¯s steady presence offered a lifeline, anchoring him in the storm of emotions. As Sky leaned against the wall, struggling to catch his breath, an officer approached, his armor adorned with intricate golden trimmings that signified his rank. The embellishments glimmered in the light, contrasting with the silver of his breastplate. A serene calmness washed over him. ¡°What¡¯s happening here, Aleyn?¡± he asked, glancing between Sky and the dwarf.


    Aleyn calmly stated the recent arrival¡¯s presence.


    The officer''s face turned in concern. ¡°I was informed that Zain was supposed to rendezvous with you. Where is he?¡±


    Aleyn, unable to offer an answer of his own, shook his head. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, he¡¯s gone. All I found among the wreckage was him.¡± Aleyn pointed to the young boy.


    The officer scrutinized Sky, searching for any sign of confirmation. ¡°I''m sorry. Do you have any proof that it was indeed Zain''s ship?¡±


    Aleyn turned to Sky, his encouragement gentle. ¡°Sky, do you have the trinkets with ye?¡±


    Sky¡¯s heart raced at the mention of Zain. He instinctively reached into his bag, fingers trembling as he pulled out two objects¡ªZain''s sigil, plain to see, and another wrapped in cloth. He held them out toward Aleyn, who took them and presented them to the officer.


    The officer examined Zain¡¯s sigil closely, recognition dawning in his eyes. ¡°I know Zain well,¡± he said, his voice heavy with understanding. ¡°He was a good man.¡± Then, curious about the second item, he unwrapped it, revealing the Elysian Family crest. The crest was weathered and rustic, but unquestionably recognizable. His eyes widened in shock. ¡°The royal family crest,¡± he said, disbelief coloring his tone. ¡°Where did you find this?¡±


    Aleyn stepped forward, his expression serious. ¡°It was among the wreckage.¡±


    The officer''s demeanor shifted as he processed the implications of what they had found. ¡°We''ll take this to the royal family. You both need to come with me,¡± he said, looking from Aleyn to Sky.


    Sky felt a mix of confusion and apprehension at the thought of meeting royalty, but he nodded, sensing the urgency in the officer''s words. He led Sky and Aleyn through the bustling crowd. They passed by groups of refugees being tended to by the healers. The lively chatter and laughter around them felt like a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside Sky. He glanced back at the ship, where Smoky would stay, his absence already creating a slight ache rang in his heart.


    ¡°Stay here, boy,¡± Aleyn had said earlier, ruffling Smoky''s fur affectionately. ¡°The crew will look after you. We¡¯ll be back before ye know it.¡±


    The group pressed on, escorting them to the nearby train station that connected the docks to the city and eventually led to the palace. The veins of the city came alive, bustling with activity.


    They ascended a flight of metal stairs to reach the platform, where several carriages awaited them. Sky and Aleyn boarded, and the escorting guards seemed to relax in his presence. A lost-looking youth presented no apparent threat, they assumed. The seats lined the sides of the carriage, facing inward. Sky sat, astonished, gazing out the window as the guards took their seats and settled in.


    The train¡¯s horn blared, and the grinding of the locomotive wheels shot sparks as they fought for traction. With a jolt, the train moved forward.


    Inside the carriage, Sky stared out the window, watching the world blur by. The train, vital to the sprawling city, made several stops along the way. It started fully crowded, but with each stop, groups of people stepped off, revealing a residential area, a marketplace, an academic wing, a hospital, and an arcana wing, among many others. He watched as people of all kinds went about their daily lives, each engaged in their own routine.


    The train picked up speed, and the buildings outside grew taller, more magnificent. Yet it wasn¡¯t the grandeur of the structures that held his attention; it was the shimmer just beneath the surface.


    As the train rumbled on, Sky¡¯s gaze shifted to the ground far below, where, through the cracks in the stone streets, a faint glow emerged. It started as a faint glimmer, barely perceptible, but as the train moved, it grew stronger. The glow pulsed in waves, flowing through the veins of the city like stars blinking to life in a vast, dark expanse.


    The crystalline conduits, buried deep beneath the city, revealed themselves to him in silent, radiant threads. They glittered like the constellations of a forgotten sky, their energy arcing beneath the streets. Blue, violet pulses mirrored the train¡¯s rhythm, flowing city-wide, a hidden life source. In the night, they would have been stars; here, in the daylight, they glowed softly, a shimmering network that powered everything¡ªyet remained hidden, as though it were the city¡¯s secret, a quiet hum beneath the bustling activity above.


    Sky leaned closer to the window, his fingers gently brushing against the glass. The city¡¯s veins stretched out in all directions, crisscrossing between the towering buildings and under the bustling streets. He could almost imagine the conduits¡ªlines of magic and power, feeding the heart of Elysian, pulsing with a rhythm all their own.


    As the train passed over a bridge, Sky glimpsed a larger conduit¡ªone of the great pylons that stood like silent sentinels, its light brighter than the rest. The energy arced from it in a great, radiant beam that fed into the city below, a physical manifestation of the power that kept it alive. It reminded him of the stars¡ªso distant and beautiful, yet so intimately tied to the pulse of the world.


    He briefly considered whether Elysian¡¯s vibrancy stemmed from these conduits. With every pulse, the city seemed to breathe, moving forward in tandem with the energy that hummed beneath its streets. It was a strange comfort to him, seeing the world in this new light.


    As the train halted at each station, Sky felt the weight of the stares directed at him, even though he didn¡¯t meet anyone¡¯s gaze. Upon looking back, observers swiftly averted their gaze, embarrassed by his presence. Sky maintained a stoic expression, but inside, he battled an incomprehensible pain of isolation.


    After the last few stops, the train revealed a breathtaking view of a vast golden city flanked by forests and majestic mountains stretching toward the horizon. Architectural marvels of ivory, gold, and blue adorned the skyline, each building more magnificent than the last.


    Even newcomers easily recognized that building¡¯s glamor. It resembled a heavily fortified fortress, towering over the city with a glorious, luminous sheen of ivory and gold. Perched high on an incline, separating it from the surrounding residences, was the grand royal palace¡ªtheir destination.


    As the train came to a stop, Sky stepped out, his gaze drawn upward. The palace entrance loomed before him, a towering structure that made him crane his neck in awe.


    Leading up to the palace entrance was a grand flight of stairs covered by a blue velvet carpet outlined in gold.


    ¡°This place is amazing,¡± Sky thought to himself, awestruck by the opulence surrounding him.


    ¡°I never tire of coming here,¡± the officer remarked, a hint of pride in his voice. ¡°The fairest of all the land, I can assure you. Within these walls, you are as safe as you can be, where all things are pure. Outside of these walls, however, are horrors you can barely imagine. Barbarians, savages, wild beasts that would tear you to shreds¡ªcreatures of an¡­ ¡®Orcish¡¯ nature.¡±


    ¡°Orcish?¡± Aleyn questioned, frowning at the thought.


    ¡°We¡¯ve been vigilantly monitoring our borders.¡± ¡°Now let¡¯s hope what you have to say resonates well with everyone inside.¡±


    The palace loomed before them, its many balconies and towers standing tall under heavy guard. They finally reached the main entrance door, a massive structure guarded by over a dozen soldiers. It was a giant gunmetal monument of engineering expertise, decorated with intricate sculptures and surrounded by runes in ancient languages.


    The officer gestured to the guards above to open the gate. The latch mechanisms clicked, and giant gears ground as they spun. With a sound reminiscent of an enormous dragon¡¯s bellow, the door creaked open, revealing the grandeur within.


    As the grand doors creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the palace, a shiver ran down Sky''s spine. Shadows danced across the walls, and he caught glimpses of ornate tapestries and armored guards standing vigil. The weight of the royal crest in his pocket felt heavier than ever.


    Would they welcome him, or was he entering a world beyond his grasp?


    With his heart racing, Sky took a step forward, aware that his life would never be the same.

 8 WINGS

    Following the ethereal figure, Sky¡¯s gemstone glowed brighter than ever, its pulsating rhythm matching the figure¡¯s movements. The light was guiding him, tethering him to the woman with each turn he made. He quickened his pace, ducking into alleyways and long corridors; yet each turn only deepened his predicament, losing him further in the maze of shadowy alleys.


    He wasn¡¯t alone at night. Patrolling their designated areas, often in groups, the Elysian guard walked their nightly routes. One officer spotted Sky wandering out along with his group. He clutched his sword, adjusted his helmet, making sure he wasn¡¯t seeing things. But he was there. He summoned his squad to him as they followed behind.


    Sky¡¯s pursuit of the ghosted woman through the twists and turns led him to an open area at the city¡¯s edge¡ªthe cemetery. Rows of dug graves dotted the landscape, shovels still resting beside them. Ornate tombstones marked some graves, while simple wooden crosses marked others. The mud beneath his feet was damp. The smell of the wet earth and grass permeated his senses. It was a desolate place, perched high above the ocean, offering a bleak view for the departed. Sky couldn¡¯t help but feel a shiver run down his spine, the eerie silence amplifying his frustration.


    ¡°Smoky, do you have any idea where we are?¡± Sky asked, watching as the pup wagged his tail, darting from one gravestone to another, oblivious to his owner¡¯s worries. ¡°Hey! Look at me when I¡¯m talking to you!¡± Sky chuckled, shaking the red ball he pulled from his pocket. Smoky pounced, chasing it, his spirit undeterred.


    Perhaps he was losing his mind. Just as Sky contemplated turning back, he turned to find the winged woman standing before him. With glowing robes, her pure white eyes seemed to pierce through him. With fierce intensity, the energy radiating from her body roared around him like the powerful gusts of a tornado. A haunting melody, whispered in an alien tongue, danced just beyond his comprehension, echoing in the air. Her hair, floating around her like wisps of smoke, created an energy that caused the air to hum like a roaring fire.


    Before he could comprehend her presence, she vanished into a wisp of smoke, reappearing at a nearby grave. The transparent figure faded as she descended into steps that were never there.


    Following the figure to where it disappeared, Sky found only empty ground. It didn¡¯t look like there¡¯d be an entrance here until he tapped his foot that he felt a soft spot. He crouched down, his fingers felt through the stone until he could hold on to something covering over the ground and lifted it aside. It grind against the rock and dirt, revealing a nearby tomb had opened up revealing a flight of stairs leading underground.


    The soldiers following behind caught sight of this from a distance. Suspecting they were onto something, an illegal operation perhaps? Or a practice of black magic? They clutched the grip of their swords.


    As Sky approached the rock face blocking his way, he felt an inexplicable pull, as if the very stones were beckoning him closer. The gemstone around his neck glowed, a warm light radiating outward. He stopped, watching in awe as intricate patterns emerged on the surface of the rock.


    A symbol appeared, glowing a brilliant blue against the dark stone, pulsing like a heartbeat. It shimmered with energy, illuminating the corridor before fading away into nothingness. That symbol was unprecedented to him. He felt an overwhelming urge to capture it. As Sky studied the glowing symbol, he noted its intricate design, reminiscent of ancient runes etched into the stone by a long-forgotten civilization. The symbol combined spirals and sharp angles, intertwining, almost as if it were alive. At its center, a radiant starburst pattern emanated outward, each point radiating with a soft glow, while delicate lines branched off in elegant curves, reminiscent of celestial pathways leading to the unknown.


    Encircling the central motif were smaller glyphs, each one distinct yet connected, like the roots of a great tree reaching deep into the earth. These glyphs bore a sense of ancient wisdom, their meanings lost to time but filled with a palpable energy that resonated with the very air around him.


    Sky''s hand trembled as he sketched the symbol, feeling the weight of its significance. He could sense that this was not mere decoration; it held a purpose, a story buried within the stone, waiting to be unveiled. As he finished the last stroke, the blue glow faded, and the rock shifted, revealing a hidden entrance.


    Darkness engulfed the pathway down, a darkness that seemed to swallow the light whole. Only the faint glow of the moon provided a sliver of illumination, casting eerie shadows along the damp walls. With Smoky by his side, they descended into the oppressive gloom. It was hard to see anything, but the sound of their footsteps echoed in the silence. He felt the damp rock walls, uncomfortable and claustrophobic, as the passage grew tighter.


    At the end of the steps, he reached a level surface, but the air felt heavy, thick with secrets. Someone had constructed this place, he thought, as he noticed the corridor stretching on with a faint hint of light flickering in the distance. As he approached, a glass window revealed a small study room shrouded in shadows. The air was musty, filled with the smelling of mildew, and the room was littered with spiderwebs that glistened in the dim light. It was freezing enough that he could see the mist of his own breath.


    To the side stood a large wooden chair, offering a sweeping view of the ocean through circular windows embedded in the rock walls. Smoky trotted ahead and settled in front of it, and Sky coughed as dust swirled in the air, revealing that no one had occupied this study for years.


    As the moonlight shifted, it illuminated her¡ªthe winged woman¡ªin much deeper clarity. Her form remained transparent, her back turned. Sky approached, and she turned around, gazing deep into his eyes. Her beauty struck him, unable to move. With a single, gentle motion, she placed her forefinger against his forehead. Sky''s vision blurred; her touch resonated in his mind like the tolling of a church bell. He stumbled, appearing elsewhere.


    It wasn¡¯t until he turned around that he realized he was in an unfamiliar landscape. Over a desert expanse, towering pyramid monoliths loomed, their shadows cast by dark clouds that obscured the sky. An echo of the orb''s memory washed over him. Surrounding him were people clad in golden armor, worshiping the orb he had seen hover above the ground. Their voices chanted in dark monotones while others commanded invisible forces, lifting rocks to mold the pedestal upon which the orb floated. The orb itself pulsated with light, revealing the silhouette of a man. Images from the island¡¯s murals flooded his mind, and he recognized these moments captured in paint, brought to life in horror.


    A deep rumble roared from behind him, reverberating through the air like the growl of a magnificent beast awakening from slumber. As Sky turned, the skies darkened, swirling clouds coiling like smoke around a smoldering fire. The temperature dropped, a chill seeping into his bones, making him shiver. A fiery rock broke through the cloud cover, streaking toward the earth with a trail of incandescent flames. It took the shape of a dragon, its massive wings unfurling to slow its descent. The sight was both magnificent and terrifying, a creature of myth crashing down from the heavens.


    As the dragon plummeted, it sent a shockwave that rippled through the ground, a force so powerful it knocked Sky off his feet. The air pressure shifted, squeezing the breath from his lungs. He stumbled backward, ducking down and covering his face as a torrent of dust and debris erupted around him, swirling in chaotic eddies. The dust choked him, filling his nostrils with the acrid scent of earth and ash. He could taste the grit on his tongue. Each heartbeat thundered in his ears, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the roar of the dragon as it plummeted.


    The ground rocked, and a wave of heat washed over him, as if the very essence of the dragon''s fury had ignited the air. Sky''s heart raced, adrenaline surging through him as he struggled to remain grounded amidst the tumult. As the dragon collided with the earth, a blinding flash of light erupted, illuminating the landscape in a surreal glow. Sky''s eyes squinted against the brilliance, and he felt the shockwave wash over him like a tidal wave, knocking him back and sending him sprawling onto the ground.


    Sky shielded his eyes, heart still racing from the spectacle he had just witnessed. The air crackled with energy, a charged pulse that resonated deep within him. He lowered his hand, his gaze drawn to the epicenter of the chaos where the dragon had struck.


    From the smoldering ground, where fiery debris still flickered and crackled, a colossal tree rose, its emergence both awe-inspiring and surreal. It shot up from the earth like a titan awakening from a long slumber, roots twisting and breaking through the scorched soil as if reclaiming the land.


    The tree¡¯s trunk was thick and sturdy, gnarled bark glistening with moisture, shimmering like liquid gold under the waning light. Its branches spread wide, reaching toward the heavens, adorned with vibrant leaves that shimmered in a spectrum of colors¡ªemerald greens, fiery reds, and soft yellows, all dancing together in a mesmerizing display.


    Sky felt a rush of wind whip around him as the tree continued to grow, its presence commanding the landscape. Flowers bloomed along its branches, petals unfurling in a burst of life and color, while the air filled with the sweet scent of blossoms mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. The symphony of rustling leaves and distant bird calls seemed to harmonize with the very heartbeat of the world.


    As the tree grew taller, a profound sense of peace enveloped the area, washing over Sky like a gentle wave. He stood transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from the spectacle before him. This was no ordinary tree; it felt alive, pulsing with an ancient magic that resonated deep within his soul.


    The questions swirled in his mind. What was this marvel?, but as the tree reached its full height, a serene stillness settled over the scene, silencing the chaos that had preceded it. The massive trunk seemed to pulse with a life of its own, and from its roots, shimmering streams of energy flowed outward, branching into the ground like veins of light. Sky took a tentative step forward, drawn closer to the majestic tree, feeling an inexplicable connection pulling at him. All of existence centered on this single point.


    The ground beneath him rumbled like a beast awakening. Buildings seemed to sprout from the earth¡ªspiral towers rising to form the city of Elysian. Roads materialized out of thin air. The scene morphed into chaos as he found himself in the city¡¯s heart. People around him looked up in horror as a dark cloud veered over the skies, and a powerful beam of shadow struck down upon the city. Shadows spiraled around, engulfing buildings and streets. People ran in terror, their screams piercing the air as the darkness claimed them. He watched shadows tear apparitions and their loved ones apart, reducing them to echoes of despair.


    Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the winged woman, her ethereal form glowing against the encroaching darkness. She turned to face him, a gentle smile gracing her lips. Then Sky felt profoundly connected, a beacon of hope.


    Tears streamed down her face as a black, smoke-like substance overtook her form, collapsing and hardening into an orb, much like the one he had seen in the rituals. Her essence was encased forever. Voices and chants echoed through the forceful gusts of wind, yet only a single word pierced through: "Farewell."


    Sky gasped, recoiling. The dim study held only the orb¡¯s remnants where the woman had been. The room felt oppressive; faint, otherworldly energy lingered. Sky stumbled back, breathless and disoriented, his vision swirling as the weight of the visions pressed in his mind. Her winged smile, a gentle reminder, lingered; he felt connected to something immense.


    His gaze drifted down to the orb in front of him. The room, once dim and quiet, seemed to hum with a perceptible vibration, a low frequency that resonated deep in his chest. As his eyes focused on the orb, Sky noticed something strange: faint, crystalline lines etched into the floor beneath it, glowing with an arcane light. They extended outward, resembling an ancient being¡¯s veins, interweaving and reaching the orb¡¯s core.


    Each line seemed to pulse with a strange energy, the glow shifting and throbbing in sync with the orb¡¯s presence. The room seemed built to support it, feeding the orb power to sustain its existence. The air grew heavier, and Sky could feel the oppressive weight of the energy, the unmistakable feeling of something vast and unfathomable drawing on an immense, boundless power. He could no longer dismiss the orb as a mere object¡ªit was the heart of something far larger, a vessel of untold forces demanding a cost.


    Had the orb always been here? Sky wondered. He could no longer dismiss what he had seen as mere imagination.


    Turning to curiosity, he approached the orb close enough to touch it. The cold, damp atmosphere of the cave sent a shiver down his spine. With hesitation, his hands settled on the orb. It felt smooth like polished glass, but despite his fear, there was no immediate reaction.


    A group of soldiers closed in around him, swords drawn. "You there! Stand fast! What are you doing here?" one soldier shouted, his voice sharp with authority.


    Sky froze, his hand still resting on the orb. "I knew something was off. I¡¯ll have you locked up for... whatever it is you¡¯re doing here!" the officer declared, striding toward him, ready to place him in cuffs.


    A deep boom reverberated through the room, freezing everyone in place. Soldiers looked toward the orb, once quiet, now strangely still, as if something had removed the air.


    A brilliant blue light exploded from the orb; intense energy seared the room. Its intense energy wave ripped the air from their lungs, plunging them into suffocating darkness. As the light from the orb intensified, its reflective shell melted, disintegrating into wisps of smoke that dissolved into the ether. The blinding glow revealed an unimaginable horror¡ªa creature so ancient and vast that its mere existence seemed to stretch beyond human comprehension.


    A being stood before them, cloaked in darkness. The massive cloak, made of shifting shadows and tattered remnants of forgotten realms, cascaded to the floor in waves. Beneath it, many arms writhed and twisted in grotesque, unnatural motions. Each limb seemed to move independently. The laws of nature could not contain far more than human in its form¡ª. Its existence distorted reality; even powerful minds succumbed to madness.


    A golden and blue mask obscured the creature¡¯s face, its surface inscribed with cryptic ancient hieroglyphs that shifted and shimmered with an unnatural light. Its mask held no eyes¡ªonly hollow sockets that revealed nothing but the deepest shadows concealing horrors beyond the edges of time and space. Airy, it seemed both present and absent, defying material reality.


    Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.The energy emanating from it was overwhelming, the oppressive weight of pure chaos itself. It was a faceless embodiment of destruction, a being who existed beyond reason, a creature that made even the air seem alive with terror. The creature instantly disappeared, returning to the orb¡¯s glow, leaving only heavy silence and darkness.


    As the whispers of a thousand voices filled the air, a sense of dread washed over Sky. He felt something reach out for him, pulling him into the orb. He struggled, but his hand felt stuck, as if ensnared by an unseen force.


    The soldiers, caught in the orb''s corrupting energy, convulsed. Their skin darkened, turning to a sickly shade as shadows crawled up their limbs, transforming them into grotesque versions of themselves. Their armor peeled away like parchment, revealing flesh that twisted and writhed. Panic set in as one soldier screamed, "What¡¯s happening?!"


    The gemstone around Sky¡¯s neck surged with energy, illuminating the room with a radiant glow. Sky felt the warmth of the light wash over him and Smoky, creating a barrier against the encroaching darkness. The gemstone¡¯s energy surged forth, responding to the threat, and he could sense its power growing stronger.


    A massive shockwave erupted from the orb, sending rocks and debris flying. As the soldiers writhed in agony, their bodies overtaken by the void''s influence, Sky clung to the gemstone, which pulsed with protective energy. The waves of darkness struck against the light, but the gemstone held firm, pushing back the shadows.


    As the orb pulled him toward it, Sky, clutching Smoky, grabbed a protruding piece of rock. It became a swirling hole in space and time, attempting to devour everything in its path. The swirling hole pulled in the soldiers, who couldn¡¯t keep their footing, their screams echoing as the darkness snatched their bodies away.


    When the orb shrank to the size of an atom, it exploded, releasing a wave of energy that sent everything crashing against the surrounding walls. Sky and Smoky hit the ground hard, coughing as dust enveloped them from the resulting explosion. The gemstone¡¯s light flickered, and for a moment, the shadows retreated, leaving only silence in their wake.


    Sky coughed up dust as the debris settled and the rumbling stopped. The atmosphere was lit only by the sounds of Smoky barking, jumping up and down, licking his face in relief. "Hey, boy, you okay?" Sky asked, his heart swelling with gratitude.


    He looked around; the chamber that had once burned with white fire now felt hollow. The vanishing essence left only faint remnants of black smoke dissolving in the air.


    Sky rose, realizing that there was nothing else in the chamber. The collapsed rubble blocked any further passage. He couldn¡¯t afford to linger here; the night had already proven too dangerous, and he needed to return to the dock to share what he had found with Aleyn.


    A metallic scraping nearby interrupted his thoughts. Sky turned, his heart racing as he saw the remnants of one soldier. Two remained from his following. Their bodies, now unrecognizable, twitched unnaturally. He had thought them dead, but he was wrong. Their limbs moved with a grotesque jerking, encased in an aura of bleeding shadows, like a cloud of blood from a shark bite. Their outlines shimmered in a burning black mist, and their swords dragged along the ground, sending sparks flying.


    Sky backed away as the figures advanced, his instincts screaming danger. "Who are you? Stay back!" he yelled, but the corrupted soldier charged at him. It swung its sword with a wild, undisciplined technique, throwing its weight into the attack. Sky jumped aside, avoiding decapitation.


    A shadow attacked him; he saw it just in time. Sky scrambled to regain his balance and dashed up the stairs, Smoky at his heels. They burst into the graveyard just as exploding the orb caused significant damage to the cave¡¯s foundations. With a last leap, he escaped as the entrance collapsed behind him, sealing whatever horrors lay within.


    Sky crashed to the ground, breathless, but a sudden crash beneath him interrupted his rest. A sword pierced through the ground, missing his feet. He crawled back in terror, his heart racing as he watched the corrupted soldier burrow up through the earth, rising like a dark specter ready to strike.


    Fueled by panic, Sky scrambled until his back hit the tombstones, the cold stone pressing against him. The soldier approached, its sword held high, ready to deliver a fatal blow. With unrelenting force, it struck down, shattering several graves in a single swipe.


    A discarded shovel, presumably left by the caretaker, lay within reach. Without thinking, Sky grabbed it and swung the bladed end into the soldier''s shadowy face.


    To his surprise, the soldier''s head budged, as if he had decapitated it. Blood spilled from the shadows wound as a black tar. It hit the ground and dissolved into the air. Sky¡¯s blow twisted its head to the side for a moment. It stood still for a moment, its body leaned over. Then it twitched violently, its head reforming, twisting back into shape, the sounds of broken bones shifting around its body and stood itself straight up again. The wound from the soldier¡¯s face closed up by black smoke.


    Sky attempted to attack again, but the shadow simply stood there, taking the full brunt of the blow. The metal end of the shovel broke into pieces, the darkness melting the weapon away from wherever it had made contact. Stunned, he glimpsed the shattered blade; instantly, he witnessed the soldiers strike. He held up whatever flimsy weapon he had as a defense. With its own weapon lifted, it swung a powerful blow. Sky held up the wooden end to defend himself, but it was useless. Shattered into splinters, the stick lay broken; The blow sent him crashing to the ground. Blood poured from the deep sword gash in his arm as he fought to stay conscious, using only one arm while the other bled.


    The shadow stood still, staring at the abandoned Sky. Then there was a bark. Smoky was growling and barking loudly to get its attention. The figure turned around to see the brave malamute getting ready to pounce.


    The shadow paused, gazing at Smoky. It turned its body toward him and began walking, its sword grip tight. Smoky started backing away, still keeping with his ferocious calls. Its closer approach caused its barking to become whines. It raised its sword, about to kill. Smoky let out a last defiant bark. Then there was a crash. Smoky looked as Sky rammed the shadow off balance with a running shoulder ram. The shadow¡¯s head crashed through a tombstone, shattering it into rubble. Sky knew it wouldn¡¯t give him much time. He rose, called out to Smoky.


    Sky had little time. He rose, calling out to Smoky. Let¡¯s go! He pressed his bleeding arm together as they both ran through the alleyways, desperately trying to lose the shadow. Behind them, the figure rose, its head fixed on him as it marched forward. To make matters worse, another corrupted soldier burrowed up from the ground. Now two shadows were pursuing him. A plume of smoke swirled around it, reinvigorating its form and granting it renewed strength. Its stature grew taller, empowered by its dark essence, ready to join the hunt.


    He felt was in a nightmare. The seeping blood felt strangely comforting against his skin. He was drifting in and out of consciousness the longer they ran. A call of a hawk above caught his attention. With its wings spread, the hawk shadowed him in the moonlight.


    They were almost out of the woods, and things were looking up. A deep rumbling sound reverberated through the alley, followed by the unmistakable crack of concrete. Before he could react, the soldier crashed through the wall beside him, its strength able to shatter the stone like glass. Dust and debris exploded into the air as it emerged, blocking their path with a menacing growl.


    Sky and Smoky backed away, changing direction. As they turned to retreat, they saw the first shadow drawing closer. The shadows cut off both paths.


    Sky felt the weight of despair pressing down on him as he and Smoky found themselves cornered. The corrupted soldiers advanced from both sides, their menacing forms closing in with a relentless hunger.


    ¡°Smoky, what do we do?¡± he said, glancing around frantically for an escape.


    Smoky¡¯s ears perked up, and his nose twitched as he sniffed the air. Sky¡¯s heart pounded; the eager pup, tail wagging, zigged. Before Sky could register what was happening, Smoky began barking excitedly and scratching at a section of the wall that looked less stable than the rest.


    Sky didn¡¯t hesitate. He ran, using all his strength, breaking through the wall.


    ¡°Good boy, Smoky!¡± Sky praised as they navigated through the tight passages.


    They soon found an open area which led to a construction site. They discovered an old, unfinished building still under construction. The wall¡¯s white bricks were still being laid; scaffolding remained. He could escape pursuit within the city by climbing the wall to the other side. They were strong, but slow.


    With the shadows right behind them, he resorted to one option. They began climbing up the scaffolding, helping Smoky up along the way. He could still feel the sting of his arm gnawing back at him, but he persisted. Glancing back, he noticed a shadow scaling the scaffolding, eager to capture him, while the other remained below in case Sky attempted to descend.


    The shadow swung its weapon at Sky repeatedly, each strike missing him as he climbed higher. Soon, they reached the top of the wall, where a dark forest of thick trees awaited beyond. He hesitated before descending; meanwhile, the shadow loomed.


    It lunged at him, swinging its sword with deadly intent. Sky ducked and lunged to the side, avoiding the blow. The sword struck the ground just in front of Smoky, causing the pup to leap back in panic. In the chaos, Smoky lost his footing and tumbled off the edge of the wall, descending through a steep, grassy hill bathed in moonlight.


    Sky heard the dog¡¯s frightened whines as he fell. However, Smoky bounced back up onto his feet, wagging his tail, waiting for Sky to follow. ¡°Smoky! Run! Get out of here!¡± Sky shouted, but the pup remained, barking wildly in concern.


    Sky, not wanting to leave Smoky, took the red ball from his pocket and threw it into the forest. ¡°Go on, boy!¡± he urged. Smoky dashed after it, disappearing into the darkness of the trees, seeking safety away from the chaos.


    Sky had pushed the shadow over the edge on the city side. They crashed back on top of the scaffolding; the rope holding it together began buckling under the stress. Ropes snapped, the wooden foundations began shattering to splinters. The platform they stood upon collapsed. Sky fell through as the falling pieces of wood and metal hit him.


    The scaffolding had all but collapsed, pieces of construction scattered throughout the area. Suffocating dust enveloped him; now alone, he gazed upward at an overhanging shadow. It held its sword up high, about to strike. Suddenly, a gunshot resonated, filling the night. Sky¡¯s head turned toward the sound to see Aleyn standing several rooftops away, a hawk soaring gracefully above him, its wings outstretched as if guiding Aleyn''s aim. He fired his rifle at the shadows, determination etched on his face.


    ¡°Get your filthy hands off my lad!¡± he shouted, reloading and firing again. The rounds struck the shadows, causing white sparks to erupt, merely nudging them. It didn¡¯t even feel it.


    ¡°Aleyn¡± Sky called out.


    ¡°Lad! Ye better not have lost my dog or there¡¯ll be hell to pay!¡± Aleyn shouted.


    Sky, while distracting the shadow, grabbed a piece of scaffold debris¡ªa small metal pipe¡ªand struck the shadow. A blow powerful enough to kill a man struck its head, yet it had no effect. It took a swing of its blade, easily cleaving off the pipe before kicking him. Although distant rifle fire bombarded the shadows, Aleyn knew he was running out of options. He saw Sky rise from his injury, looking for an escape. He couldn¡¯t run, he was bleeding out, surprised he had lasted so long. An enormous structure, a construction factory containing many tools and building equipment, stood behind him, its door secured by a simple padlock. He turned his rifle, took aim, and fired. The round struck the padlock open.


    ¡°Get in there, now!¡± Aleyn yelled out. Sky lunged for the door, unaware it led down a flight of stairs. He fell, falling down several steps before landing, hitting the back of his head on the concrete floor.


    Dazed, he looked around and found himself in the dark chambers of the construction factory¡ªa refinery. Scattered throughout the area were tools, carts, torches, and burning furnaces.


    As he stood, the world felt muffled, his ears ringing. He grit his teeth, trying to shake off the disorientation. His gemstone glowed gold, pulsating like a lighthouse amidst the swirling black winds. He heard Aleyn, faintly, in the distance. He also heard Smoky barking loudly, calling out to him.


    The thumping sounds of metal footsteps behind him brought him back to reality. He had forgotten about the pursuing shadows. One lunged at him with terrifying force, breaking through the mists of the void. Sky jumped out of the way just in time, the shadowed sword clashing against one of the furnace gates, unhinging it from its latches. Fine coal powder leaked from the opening, connecting with the flames and causing a catastrophic chain reaction.


    As the first shadow burned away in a display of white sparks, the sounds of high-pitched screams filled the air, the shadow overwhelmed by the intense light before exploding into nothingness, leaving only dust and ash in its wake.


    Sky, befuddled, had no time to think. The second shadow came following from behind. He decided that there was nothing for it. He grabbed a nearby torch, placed it into the furnace, allowing it to catch fire, and waved the torch in front of him like a madman to fend off the shadow. The fierce light from it ravished the shadow. It waved its arm around, blinded by the intense light and heat of the burning fire. White sparks began dissolving its form, its ink like outline began melting away. Behind the figure, he could hear a woman¡¯s scream and cries as it fought to get closer to him.


    He was focusing on the shadow that he wasn¡¯t paying attention to what was happening around him. The explosion of the first furnace triggered a chain reaction, igniting the remaining furnaces. The excess coal powder was highly flammable and coalesced.


    ¡°Oh no, not good!¡± Sky uttered to himself.


    The shadow was about to strike desperately when it suddenly realized its surroundings. A massive explosion erupted from the furnace. The sounds ringing in his ears, Sky ran in the opposite direction, looking for an exit. As he ran down the building corridors, he spotted the exit. The explosions following behind him right on his feet. He tried the door mechanism, but the door wouldn¡¯t open. There was no key nearby. Sky glimpsed unfinished furnaces moments before the end. He saw some detached lids piled up on the floor. Boarded windows flanked the doors. He grabbed one furnace lid, using it as a makeshift shield. The furnace exploded in front of him as he held it up.


    The blast threw him out of the window, breaking through the bars. He landed with his back against the ground, the furnace lid flying away from his hand. The building exploded in mix coal and fireworks. It was loud enough to wake everyone in the city up. The explosion echoed throughout the city. Even in the farthest corners of the city, the sleeping residences could feel the ground shake beneath their bed as the explosions cascaded throughout the underground pipe lines that flowed around the city. The city block transformed into a hell scape, fireworks erupting all at once, with smoke reaching high into the night sky. As Sky came to, the world was a blur, his ears ringing painfully. For a moment, he caught sight of the hawk soaring through the smoke-filled sky, its wings spread wide, as if surveying the chaos below. He glanced back at the explosion, relieved to see the shadow had perished in the flames.


    But as he took stock of his injuries, he felt splinters piercing his arms and a warm trickle of blood running down the side of his face. A familiar voice then called.


    He turned to see Aleyn, who had made his way toward him, but the royal guard¡ªsoldiers armed to the teeth who investigated the commotion halted him. They gathered around Sky, towering over his unconscious form. The guards held Aleyn back as he fought and protested.


    ¡°Wait, no! Whit are ye doing? He¡¯s with me!¡± They pushed Sky onto his chest and cuffed his hands behind his back.


    In the chaos, Smoky had navigated his way back to Aleyn, darting between the guards with a determined bark. Sky''s heart swelled with relief as he saw Smoky rush to Aleyn''s side, wagging his tail furiously, a beacon of loyalty amidst the turmoil. He no longer had the strength to fight and soon passed out from exhaustion, his last thoughts of Smoky and Aleyn as he slipped into unconsciousness.

 9 SYMMETRY

    The darkness of night slowly turned to a dark navy blue. The sun was on its way. As its warm touch glazed over the city, it revealed the extent of the damage. Several building blocks withstood the explosion that had awoken everyone. King Cavalon was among those inspecting the rubble, and accompanied by his men, he began a coordinated effort to search the area piece by piece. The devastation spanned several hundred meters, marked by burned wood, shattered marble, and raining ash. As they worked, Cavalon noticed his officer was nowhere to be seen. It wasn¡¯t like him to be absent; it was uncharacteristic, one would say. He was the type of man whose duty was to the kingdom and who had never faltered.


    As he eased through the debris, something caught his attention under the black ash of burned timber and melted metal. Light reflected off of a silver object. Picking it up, he saw it was an object he was very familiar with. The fire damage had worn the hilt of a silver blade, and terrible scarring marred the blade. Despite its damage, he unmistakably recognized it. But it made little sense. What was he doing here? It was far off from his regular patrol route, according to his scheduled time. And where was he now? What happened to his men? Questions swirled in Cavalon''s mind, but he couldn¡¯t find answers.


    The soldiers looked amongst themselves, all equally puzzled. It was clear that some kind of fight had occurred. The various materials¡ªbrick, timber, and metal¡ªshowed signs of sword cuts. They searched every crevice, yet there was still no sign, no blood, not even body parts, only metal and steel.


    A figure approached from the shadows¡ªtall and imposing, dressed in rich robes that shimmered in the light. Inquisitor Orthrand had arrived. ¡°Your Majesty,¡± he called out, his voice smooth and authoritative. ¡°I trust you are assessing the situation carefully.¡±


    Cavalon considered the situation. ¡°I¡¯ve received reports claiming a single boy was the sole cause of this destruction. It seems hard to believe, don¡¯t you think? It¡¯s very curious.¡±


    Orthrand regarded the king, his expression inscrutable. ¡°Indeed, it is unusual. One boy, alone, could hardly account for such widespread devastation. It raises questions about whether or not he was alone. I would like to question this boy. If there are secrets, I will uncover them.¡± Orthrand replied, his tone firm yet courteous. Cavalon agreed, a resolute expression on his face. ¡°Very well. Proceed with your inquiry, but tread carefully; the emotions are still high among the citizens. We don¡¯t want to incite further panic.¡±


    Orthrand inclined his head in acknowledgment, a slight smile playing on his lips. ¡°Of course, Your Majesty. I will proceed with discretion.¡±


    Cavalon, with his men by his side, asked, ¡°What is the condition of the boy now?¡±


    One soldier replied. ¡°He¡¯s covered in ash, badly injured, with cut marks on his arm. He¡¯s passed out and being held in the palace prison.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯d like to see what he has to say for this,¡± Cavalon said, much to the soldiers¡¯ dismay.


    *


    It was 6:00 AM, and the navy blue of the night sky had lightened into warm hues of orange and yellow. Clear skies stretched above as birds chirped cheerfully, heralding the dawn.


    Eve was already awake, kneeling in her private garden just outside her room on the upper levels of the palace. The morning sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground. She wore a flowing white summer dress that billowed gently in the breeze, and her sunflower straw hat, adorned with delicate white ribbons, swayed slightly as she tended to the vibrant blooms.


    Sleep had eluded her the previous night, leaving her restless and agitated. She had tossed and turned beneath her sheets, the relentless throb of a persistent headache echoing in her mind, like a drumbeat that refused to quiet. In her restless moments, she found solace among the flowers, where an array of colors thrived¡ªroses, sunflowers, and dandelions among them. However, her favorite was the peony, a rare pink bloom that flourished only briefly.


    At the heart of the garden, set upon a marble pedestal, stood a golden statue of a woman. An engraved plaque at its base read, ¡°May the light shine the way.¡± Normally, Eve worked as the land¡¯s general practitioner, caring for the sick and wounded in the hospitals. But in the early hours of the day, the garden provided her a rare moment of privacy, where she could speak freely to her flowers, ensuring no one was listening.


    Eve gazed fondly at her lovingly curated garden, noting that she had carefully placed each flower. ¡°When you are ready, you will blossom,¡± she said softly, her hands cradling a watering pot as she sprinkled a gentle balance of water among her blooms. In one of the rare moments of solitude, surrounded by the vibrant colors and sweet scents of the flowers she had lovingly tended, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the petals. Taking a deep breath, she held her hands out in front of her, palms facing each other as if cradling an invisible orb. ¡°Just a moment,¡± she whispered to herself, closing her eyes. She focused all her thoughts on the mere act of bringing something forth.


    In her mind, she envisioned a dark, quiet room¡ªa space where she felt safe. There she stood, surrounded by the vibrant colors of her garden, each flower a representation of her untapped power. She imagined a quiet burning flame flickering gently between her hands. She concentrated; the flame in her mind flickered easily, like a dim candle struggling against the wind. The harder she pushed, the more it eluded her grasp. Her body tensed, hands becoming rigid as she summoned every ounce of willpower.


    Slowly, a slight flicker of golden light emerged between her palms, but it was barely enough to illuminate the shadows of her thoughts. A wave of frustration washed over her, the effort taking its toll. A mild headache pulsed at her temples, a familiar pain that reminded her of her past failures. The gentle rustle of leaves absorbed her disappointment. With a final push, she felt the golden flicker diminish, the light snuffed out like a candle extinguished too soon. Releasing her grip on herself, she sighed, the exhale heavy with frustration. This was a face rarely seen outside the palace¡ªone of vulnerability and defeat.


    She opened her eyes, staring at her hands, wishing for more than what she could achieve. ¡°Maybe one day,¡± she whispered to the flowers around her, a flicker of hope buried within her despair. The light breeze caressed her skin, bringing a sense of calm. She stood tall, gazing up at the sky. ¡°It looks to be clear skies this day,¡± she breathed in the cool, clean air before making her way from her garden into her personal chamber next door.


    Her room was a spacious studio, roughly ten meters squared. In one corner, a table cluttered with scientific and medical equipment featured large lenses, surgical implements, and anatomy diagrams. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with enough tomes to create a personal library, each showing the unmistakable signs of frequent use¡ªopen books lay scattered across the table, colored bookmarks marking pages of significance.


    On the opposite side of the room, an assortment of musical instruments lay scattered across another table, alongside various forms of art. Music sheets of her own compositions rested beside a grand piano, with a violin resting on its side. White paint covered the walls, adorned with paintings in golden frames; marble flooring, carpeted with soft fur near her queen-sized bed, lay next to a large grooming table with a full-length mirror.


    Directly opposite the entrance to her garden was a balcony overlooking all of Elysian. The double doors, framed with rich red velvet curtains, swayed gently in the breeze. Amid the multitude of equipment scattered around her room, one common feature stood out: a myriad of candles and lamps, all lit despite the bright sunlight streaming in. The thick shadows that flickered around her made her shudder, and she made it a habit to relight any candle that dared to extinguish.


    Just then, a knock interrupted her thoughts. The large metal door, framed in black, swung open to reveal her trusted servant, Lady Ilene.


    ¡°My lady,¡± Ilene greeted Eve as she approached.


    ¡°Ilene, what is it?¡± Eve turned, her hands still muddy from her morning¡¯s work in the garden.


    ¡°They caught the young man who blew up the construction yard last night. He¡¯s being held in the prison cells.¡±


    ¡°Oh? What did they get out of him?¡±


    ¡°He wasn¡¯t talking, so I couldn¡¯t get anything. They showed me his belongings, and there was nothing of interest except this.¡± Ilene handed Eve a gemstone¡ªa sapphire gem suspended by a silver mithril chain.


    ¡°It looked out of place for someone like him to own. Maybe you could figure out what this is?¡± Ilene insisted.


    Eve cradled the gemstone in her hands, examining it closely, but it remained unresponsive. To her, it looked like an ordinary gem. ¡°Ilene, was there anything else? What are the other doctors saying?¡±


    ¡°Nothing, my lady. I walked past his cell and could hear the guards beating him. I don¡¯t think anyone has bothered to even look at him.¡± Ilene''s voice faltered, her head bowing in unease.


    Eve felt her curiosity shift to frustration. ¡°Wait, no one is bothering to look at him?¡±


    ¡°There is word that your father has sent the Inquisitor Orthrand down to see him now.¡± Her bewilderment made Ilene shift uncomfortably.


    Eve reached for the Elysian Family crest from her stand, holding it in her hand. It felt heavy and solid, a weight that reminded her of the responsibility she bore. Maybe she could get some answers.


    ¡°Thank you, Ilene. That¡¯ll be all.¡± She brushed her hair back, resolute.


    ¡°Yes, my lady.¡± Ilene bowed before exiting, closing the door softly behind her.


    Eve turned her attention back to the gemstone, scrutinizing it for any hidden message. She peered through her scientific lab equipment, but no matter how deeply she examined it, she found nothing unusual. Then, she recalled the young man¡¯s desperate words as they dragged him away: ¡°Whatever I found there took everyone. It took my mother!¡±


    That phrase had lingered in her mind, a grim echo of agony and pleas for help from a voice that had felt utterly unheard. After failing to uncover anything from the gemstone in her hand, she carefully cleaned it.


    After cleaning her hands, she slipped into her proper attire. She packed her medical equipment, tinderboxes, and a lantern, taking great care to remain unnoticed as she made her way to the prison cells.


    *


    Navigating the palace''s winding corridors, she descended a stairway leading underground. Natural light faded, replaced by flickering torches, with guards posted every few meters. The lower levels were damp and muddy, water dripping from the ceiling and running down the walls. This part of the palace was older, the once-polished golden facade giving way to the rough-hewn stone and brick that had held the structure together for centuries.


    As the darkness thickened, she caught her breath, her heart racing as anxiety swelled within her. A chill crept up her spine, and she placed a hand on her chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to steady her nerves before igniting the lantern. The soft glow flickered to life, illuminating the damp corridor and casting long shadows that danced along the walls. Her footsteps echoed ominously through the stillness of the prison halls, each sound amplifying her unease. Cobwebs draped every corner, like ghostly fingers reaching out from the darkness, while small ponds of water reflected the scant light that struggled to penetrate the gloom. The shadows felt alive, wrapping around her as if they wished to swallow her whole, but she pressed on.


    Eve arrived at a cell, the only one occupied with her Elysian knights standing guard. She approached only to find herself face-to-face with the Inquisitor along with his personal guard. He stood with an imposing presence, his dark robes contrasting with the pale stone walls of the corridor.


    ¡°Eve,¡± he said, his tone cool and calculating. ¡°I¡¯m here to see the boy.¡±


    Eve swallowed hard, gathering her composure.


    ¡°I am too. But I believe it would be best if I see him first.¡±


    Orthrand raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. ¡°And why would I allow that?¡±


    ¡°Because I¡¯m a doctor,¡± she replied firmly, stepping closer. ¡°If you want to interrogate him effectively, he needs to be in a healthier state. If you allow me to assess him first, I can ensure he¡¯s physically capable of answering your questions.¡± Orthrand studied her for a moment, as if weighing her suggestion against his own agenda. He tapped his staff on the ground. It shimmered with power, the metal clang echoing through the damp and dark halls, it bounced back and forth along the walls until it had returned. The staff went back to sleep. It detected no signs of dark powers nearby. Finally, he sighed, relenting. ¡°Very well. You have ten minutes.¡±


    Eve nodded, relief flooding through her.


    ¡°Thank you. I¡¯ll be quick.¡± She gave a nod, signaling for her guards to open the door. The rusty bolts and hinges screeched as the door creaked open.


    Sky awoke in a daze, blinking as the world around him blurred into indistinct shapes. What had felt clear in a dream suddenly made no sense. A little mouse that had scurried through the prison walls drew his attention, nibbling at his fingers. In a reflexive motion, he smashed his hand down on the floor, trying to crush the mouse, but his clumsy and slow movements allowed the creature to escape easily.


    Fully awake now, he lay on a bed of hay in a prison cell. Brown brick formed the walls, and a barred window high above admitted the morning sunlight. He had slept through a hellish night, though he did not know how long he had been out. As he attempted to move, aches and bruises from the previous night beatings throbbed throughout his body. He grimaced as he looked at the wounds he had sustained from the shadows he had encountered. Someone had attempted to clean them up, but only enough to ensure the guards could beat him again.


    Across the cell was a stool, presumably for the guard on duty, and a table piled with his belongings. Panic gripped him as he checked for his necklace; the gemstone was gone. He tried to get up, but winced at the pain that shot through him.


    Murmurs from the guards outside the cell caught his attention, followed by a voice he hadn¡¯t heard before. Before he had time to think, there was a rumble at the wooden door, which groaned against the stone floor as it opened. Fearing it was the guard returning, Sky rushed back to his hay bed, assuming a position that mimicked sleep.


    Only a pair of footsteps entered¡ªlighter than the heavy clanking of boots. They tapped gently on the ground, like heels. He didn¡¯t want to look, so he remained as still as possible. The footsteps grew closer, and he braced for the sound of the stool moving, but silence enveloped him instead.


    Was he possibly hearing things? At this point, he couldn¡¯t discern between dream and reality.


    Slowly, he turned to find a young woman standing there, carrying a small bag. She stared right at him, a soft smile lighting up her bright face. Behind her stood royal guards, weapons at the ready, should Sky attempt anything.


    Sky froze, caught embarrassingly in a compromising position. ¡°Um, hello?¡± he ventured.


    The young woman spoke, ¡°I¡¯m Eve. How are you feeling?¡±


    Sky looked around the dirty rank walls of the cell, the rat infested floor along with the hay, then back at her.


    She was about the same age as him, her light brown curled hair combed to her right side, loosely flowing down past her shoulders. On her left side, she had fashioned a braid from the strands above her left ear, which then curled behind. She had fitted earrings composed of unique pieces made from gold and blue held together by golden chains. She fashioned deep blue robes made of soft silk covering from her lower neck, stopping before her knees covered and at last wore a long jacket of light gold. On her feet she wore white long high heel boots. She presented herself with great modesty. The way she moved was ethereal. Even in a dank place where she was, her very presence lit up the room. It was almost she didn¡¯t belong in this world. A sweet scent of strawberries and peaches enveloped her, a truly unique aroma that was peaceful and disarming, the kind of fragrance that lingers long after she¡¯d gone. Of course, it could¡¯ve also been the sunlight reflecting off of her.


    But of all of her features, it was her eyes that contrasted her fair skin. They glowed a deep sapphire blue, like the ocean glistening in the sunlight. One could easily lose themselves in the depths of her gaze.


    ¡°Is this a dream?¡± his voice laced with disbelief. Eve cracked a hint of a smile in response.


    Eve began analyzing, observing every part of Sky¡¯s body. ¡°You have an injury in the back of your head. It¡¯s causing your massive headaches. You have a large cut on your arm, and your leg is seriously injured. The splinters in your arms and legs will get infected if I don¡¯t take them out.¡±


    Sky leaned back against the bricked wall, every movement sending pain coursing through him. Despite the ache and his diminishing strength, he persisted and maneuvered himself into the shadows beneath the barred window, where the sunlight couldn¡¯t reach him.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you think I can give you,¡± he said, his voice tinged with frustration. ¡°I¡¯ve told the guards everything I had to say. But as everyone says, no one believes me.¡±


    Eve turned to the guards behind her, signaling them to leave the room. After they exited, she placed her lantern on the table, its flame still bright despite the morning sun streaming in. Sky found it strange; it was day, yet she still needed another light.


    Her attention shifted to Sky¡¯s journal on the table. She picked it up and began flipping through the hundreds of faded pages, her expression softening with each drawing she encountered. ¡°So you¡¯re an artist. You draw very well.¡± She continued to flick through the pages until she reached the sketch of his mother, one of the few images that were not so faded. A gentle smile spread across her face.


    ¡°She¡¯s very beautiful.¡±


    It was these simple words that made Sky¡¯s hardened exterior crack slightly. He stole a glance at her before looking away again, reluctant to admit how beautiful she truly was. It must¡¯ve been the light in her eyes. Eve leaned over the table, her fingers gently flipping through the pages of Sky¡¯s sketchbook. Each illustration spoke of his artistic talent¡ªa vivid portrayal of the landscapes he had encountered and the emotions he felt. ¡°You have a genuine gift for capturing beauty,¡± she complimented, her eyes lighting up with admiration as she paused on an intricate drawing of a blooming peony. She turned the page, a strange symbol caught her attention. Unlike the serene landscapes and realistic postures of the human frames he had that filled the sketchbook, this logo was stark and unfamiliar, etched with sharp lines and angular shapes that felt out of place among the other sketches, Completely out of style for him, as if an artist of a different kind had drawn in it.


    ¡°What is this?¡± Eve asked, her curiosity as she tracing the edges of the symbol with her fingertip.


    Sky¡¯s gaze shifted to the drawing, his expression growing serious. ¡°That¡­ it¡¯s something I saw in the cave,¡± he replied, his voice quiet. ¡°A magic symbol. I don¡¯t know what it means, but it felt wrong somehow. I thought the least I could do was capture it.¡±


    Eve studied him, sensing the weight of his words. ¡°You found this deep in the cave?¡±


    She approached as she brought along the rest of his belongings, sitting in front of him and through the shadows was close enough to see the bruise marks on Sky¡¯s body and face.


    ¡°You don¡¯t think I¡¯m crazy?¡± Sky asked, a hint of mockery in his tone as he gestured toward the shadows.


    ¡°Believe me, I¡¯ve dealt with plenty of crazy people. You barely make par.¡± Her unwavering demeanor only fueled his frustration.


    ¡°Do they talk about monsters, islands, and blowing up parts of a neighborhood?¡±


    ¡°No, they talk about ghosts, imaginary friends, and things that aren¡¯t there. And I nod as I listen.¡± Her response almost made him chuckle under his breath.


    The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.Eve placed the journal back in the sling and pulled out the object of her interest, the Royal Elysian Family crest, still covered in dust. She brushed it off carefully, inspecting its fine detail.


    ¡°Now, this I know isn¡¯t yours. No one has ever been foolish enough to steal from us with this.¡± She ran a finger along the intricate engravings, the precision of the design clear even under the layer of grime. ¡°The Inquisitor believes it to be a fake¡­ but I know it¡¯s real. I¡¯ve seen it before, many times.¡±


    She glanced at Sky with a mixture of determination and curiosity. ¡°This crest is not just any emblem. My mother¡ª¡± Eve paused, as if gathering the right words, ¡°¡ªused to take great care in preserving every detail of our family¡¯s history. She taught me how to recognize every line, every curve that makes our family¡¯s insignia unique. The materials used to forge it are rare, and only those with true claim to the throne may possess it.¡±


    Her voice softened, but her eyes stayed firm as she continued, "It¡¯s not something that can be easily replicated, and certainly not by anyone without knowledge of its significance. So, where did you find this?"


    ¡°We found it on the beach. It was on a wreck of a ship.¡± Sky said, shaking his head.


    ¡°A beach? You mean you island you said you landed on?¡± Eve asked for clarification.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    The way Eve nodded made his heart sink, knowing she was just another person who thought he was crazy.


    There was a pause. Eve changed course. ¡°Tell me what happened?¡± Sky hesitated, thinking that this would happen the same way as it did before, looked away dismissively.


    ¡°Did you find anyone else?¡± Eve pressed.


    ¡°I won¡¯t laugh.¡± She said, wanting to reassure him he was safe to disclose to her. Sky was still unresponsive yet she persisted.


    ¡°Why?¡± Sky asked, his eyes squinted, ever distrustful.


    ¡°Because I don¡¯t think anyone as young as you who¡¯d risk everything to come here would be so desperate to tell lies and try so hard to keep them even to risk being thrown in a cell. I¡¯m not my father.¡± Her tone was firm, pushing back against his skepticism.


    ¡°You¡¯ve asked me some things, my turn now¡­why did you lie?¡±


    Sky looked up, unable to follow her line of questioning.


    ¡°When you were asked about what you found, you could¡¯ve proved it to them you were indeed on that island. But you said nothing.¡±


    Sky¡¯s heart raced, drops of sweat forming on his brow. He turned away, dismissing what she said.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about.¡±


    ¡°You are a terrible liar.¡± She smiled, her eyes piercing through him without compromise, yet there was a gentleness to her intentions, as if she truly wanted to understand and help.


    ¡°You said you had nothing else. But you didn¡¯t want to give them this.¡± She reached into her robes, revealing the gemstone in her light, gentle hands. ¡°It must¡¯ve been very important to you.¡±


    ¡°The last thing you said before they threw you out was that whatever it was took your mother. Since you wouldn¡¯t give this up, I¡¯m guessing this was the last thing she ever gave you, a family heirloom perhaps, and you didn¡¯t want to let it go.¡± Each word she spoke was careful, not wanting to remind him too much of his pain. She looked at him with her hands open, then reached over, returning the gemstone to him. ¡°Don¡¯t ever lose it.¡±


    He looked down at his hands and then back at her, surprised by her kindness. For a moment, as he gazed into her eyes, he felt lost, the world around him becoming almost ethereal before snapping back to reality and remembering where he was.


    ¡°You feel all alone because no one believes you or understands.¡± Eve said.


    ¡°Everyone seems to be,¡± He replied as he lowered his own, cradling the gemstone in his hands. There was a moment of silence and out of came the words from Eve.


    ¡°I believe you.¡± She said.


    Sky blinked like a double take, looking up at her. His eyes opened up, his breathing began pacing, yet he tried hard trying to keep it together. He felt like an immense weight had lifted from his shoulders, that living didn¡¯t have to be so painful. Eve simply sat there, saying nothing. She could feel his barriers breaking down.


    It was then the sight of the little mouse that had bothered him before had reemerged. Running its way through the hay, Sky lifted his hand, about to smash it under his hand. Eve immediately stopped him, catching his hand in hers. Eve moved towards the little rodent and, as if she was attempting to brush the wind away with her hands, she guided the mouse away. She whispered gently words that encouraged it to find its way home. Initially afraid, the mouse eventually moved away and crawled back into its hole. She waved at it, treating it as though it were a beloved pet. Sky looked on befuddled. It was the first time he had ever seen someone act like this. Where most people would run or fight in fear, she only wanted to help. It was the look in her eyes that said she would always favor gentleness over violence.


    Eve then returned and took out the contents of her pack, a neat array of medical equipment and supplies, healing oils that smelled of burning alcohol and silver metal sharp implements. Everything one would need to remove foreign bodies; hooks, small mirrors, forceps, retractors, suture needles, the whole works. She took them out by hand, one at a time. Each carefully a measured distance like wood planks of a house, slow but precise. It was then Sky noticed she didn¡¯t use magic, but she carried on with a deep passion. The joy in her eyes was those of someone who genuinely enjoyed what she did.


    She extended her hand towards his arm; She inspected the second-rate stitch job and redid the job herself. Sky, for a moment, pulled his arm back.


    ¡°Do you trust me?¡± Eve asked.


    Sky paused for a moment. He looked at her, examining her. It was the first time someone had shown him kindness like this. He was always drawn to her eyes, looking into them as though they had pierced him. He exhaled as he allowed Eve to treat his arm. With some healing oils and light cotton, she cleaned the surrounding area, disinfecting the wound. ¡°What happened last night?¡± She whispered, almost befuddled by the number of fragments she needed to extract. Sky tensed up as the wound stung, felt like a hundred bees jabbing into him. His teeth clenched. The smell of alcohol was foul.


    ¡°Relax, I¡¯m very good at this,¡± she said. Sky smelled his own blood. His fist clenched every time the needle went in. But he took the pain quietly. Amidst the stabbing pains, Sky let out a breath and lowered his head, finally able to relax. As she sewed up his arm, he explained.


    ¡°I was following someone¡ªa woman with wings. They were like a ghost, leading me around the city. I found a cave with some kind of sphere, but something happened. I didn¡¯t quite understand; it disappeared when I touched it. Your guards saw me and must¡¯ve followed me. Next thing I knew, they turned into these shadowy things.¡± Sky gestured animatedly, trying to recollect the events of the previous night.


    ¡°Were you alone?¡±


    ¡°Yes, I mean no; I was with my friend, a dog¡ªSmoky.¡± The mention of the dog sparked a reaction from Eve; her shoulders lifted, her eyes widened, and a hint of an enthusiastic smile broke through her serious demeanor.


    Eve, not wanting Sky to be concerned, continued to distract him. ¡°And what happened to your friend, Smoky?¡±


    ¡°We tried escaping. I got him out. He¡¯s safe. He ran off into the forest beyond the city. The goodest boy,¡± Sky explained as her shoulders relaxed, knowing that his fluffy companion was okay.


    She quickly snapped out of it, shaking her head and clearing her throat. The cut in his arm was now stitched up, and she inspected the injuries around his head and face, removing splinters wherever she could find them. When she placed bandages on his head mixed with healing oils, the cloth dampened with a red hue.


    She moved on to inspect his hands, upon them saw the black marks that were cold to the touch. ¡°What happened to your hands? Did you get into a fight?¡±


    ¡°Something like that,¡± Sky replied, glancing at his hands, realizing the darkness had spread more from his palms, encompassing all of his hands since the night before.


    ¡°Most likely from bruises. Just rest and let your body recover from it,¡± Eve said, though she had seen nothing like this before.


    Sky adjusted his position, letting out a slight grunt as he tried moving his leg.


    Eve reached over to inspect his leg, lifting the hem of his pants. She examined the bandages already on him and changed them. Dried blood deeply saturated the bandages, and all the movement and beatings Sky had endured reopened his wounds.


    She placed her hand on his leg and began cutting away the bandages. The slight pressure caused Sky to draw in a breath, bracing himself for the impending pain.


    ¡°Sorry, this will only hurt for a little,¡± she assured him, looking into his eyes with a comforting gaze that promised the pain wouldn¡¯t last. She stayed by his side as he took deep breaths, preparing for the discomfort.


    Sky closed his eyes, enduring the oncoming pain as Eve worked on the wound. Taking out small splinters, cleaning the dried blood from his knee. ¡°What happened to you?¡± She asked.


    ¡°I fell, hit some rocks and it hurts when I try to run now.¡±


    Eve immediately picked up on this. Her eyes darted straight into his, knowing that there was more to it.


    ¡°You certainly didn¡¯t do yourself any favors from mucking around last night. Even though what you say is so ludicrous, I believe you¡¯re not crazy.¡± She turned her head towards him and nodded as she said.


    Sky was completely perplexed and suspicious. He squinted his eyes at her. ¡°Why?¡±


    She was finishing up on cleaning his wounds about to apply a new bandage as she said. ¡°As someone taught me, you can only get so much when you rely on first impressions. But that doesn¡¯t mean first impressions aren¡¯t important.¡±


    ¡°So what kind of first impression do I give?¡± Sky asked. Eve took a breath and paused before tapping his leg.


    ¡°That you¡¯re in pain.¡± They both smiled.


    The air in the cell was heavy as Eve carefully bandaged Sky¡¯s leg, mindful not to apply too much pressure. She wrapped new, white bandages layer over layer. She smiled as she finally secured it with a closing pin. Much to Sky¡¯s amazement as he realized, he did not cry out once.


    ¡°Done. No more running; let it rest,¡± she instructed, cleaning up her tools and medicinal supplies.


    Sky¡¯s gaze drifted to the family crest on the table before he turned to Eve, his voice a gentle whisper. ¡°There were a set of footprints that led from the shipwreck.¡±


    Eve¡¯s eyes lifted, drawn in by his words. ¡°We followed them, but we found no one.¡±


    He had hoped to give her better news, but he spoke the truth. Eve gently nodded, accepting the weight of his words.


    ¡°Did you lose someone?¡± Sky asked, breaking the silence that filled the room. Eve drew from within herself, tapping into a well of long-held pain.


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Sky sighed, lowering his gaze. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡±


    Eve bit her lip, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. The ache of having no sense of closure weighed heavily on her heart. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter anymore. It was a long time ago.¡±


    But as she paused, turning to face him, she managed a smile. Sky¡¯s understanding words resonated within her, offering a flicker of solace amid the turmoil.


    While Eve stood frozen in silence, lost in her thoughts, Sky¡¯s gaze fell upon the family crest within reach. He grabbed it, and as he did, a hush of whispers echoed in his mind¡ªstarting softly but gradually growing louder. Flashes of images flooded his vision, showing the point of view of someone on the ship while it was still sailing. The flashes struck him painfully, and his heart pulsed heavily in his chest. His migraines had returned.


    Suddenly overwhelmed, he dropped the crest, its heavy mass hitting the ground with an audible thud.


    Eve turned to him immediately, her hands cupping the sides of his face. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    ¡°My head. It really hurts. I don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong.¡± He wrestled with himself, trying to maintain composure.


    ¡°Stay calm; just breathe.¡± She began rubbing the sides of his head in a circular motion with her thumbs, attempting to soothe him. Eve closed her eyes, entering a meditative state as though she were still in her garden. It was at this moment the gemstone illuminated the room with a golden bloom of light, its energy creating an audible shimmer.


    Eve found herself unable to let go. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was deep within the recesses of her mind. A golden energy emerged from her figure, swirling around her, emanating from her body. Sky held his head, the struggle causing him to fall to his knees. Eve called out to him but found she could not reach him.


    Black smoke seeped from where Sky kneeled, the dark vapor thickening into a strong mist that enveloped him completely. Eve felt her own energy flickering like a candle, struggling against the encroaching darkness.


    From the shadows, a giant figure in black robes emerged, holding a khopesh in each hand. It drifted toward her, and she desperately tried to break free.


    On the outside, Sky could hear Eve¡¯s struggles, electricity flashing in the cell as the energy from the gemstone created an audible rumble. The Orthrand¡¯s staff crackled with energy, immediately alerting him to the disturbance, drawing them to the only conclusion; that dark powers were indeed present here. His guards drew their weapons and commanded for the doors to open.


    The light persisted, growing stronger as the gemstone reacted violently. Sky struggled against the pain in his head, his body glowing with dark energy until he suspended himself above the ground. Eve, still holding on to her power, felt his pain resonate within her, their minds and feelings intertwined for a fleeting moment.


    She saw everything he saw: the island shrouded in fog, the hooded figure of darkness, and the last image of the orb Sky encountered shattering to pieces, ending with the wailing of a banshee¡¯s scream.


    Unable to let go of her power, Eve fought against the fear that gripped her. The light remained strong, but terror filled her face as she heard screaming and wailing within her mind. The dark figure charged toward her, poised to attack.


    At that moment, the door was flung open. Orthrand stepped in, shocked by the chaos before him. The energy radiating from Sky created gusts of wind, his screams echoing painfully in the confined space. The gemstone lit up with a blinding intensity, illuminating the entire room.


    ¡°Stop!¡± he shouted, reaching out to Eve and placing his hands on the sides of her face.


    With a commanding presence, Orthrand slammed his staff onto the ground, unleashing a massive surge of energy that blasted into the room. It took all the energy he could muster to confront the energy that burned before him. In an instant, the roaring energies were nullified. Sky dropped to the floor, unconscious, and Eve broke free, falling backward. Her face reflected shock and awe as she fought to catch her breath. The light from her hands vanished, and she felt drained.


    Orthrand regained his composure. ¡°Secure him,¡± he instructed, and his guards trained their weapons on Sky¡¯s weakened body.


    ¡°Are you alright, my lady?¡± her Elysian knights asked, helping her to her feet.


    Eve was speechless for a moment.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± She collected herself, brushing her hair back to process what had just happened. She and Sky exchanged a weak glance, noting the gemstone¡¯s dimming light.


    ¡°It seems I don¡¯t need to interrogate this boy, after all. Thank you for your assistance,¡± Orthrand said, his expression unreadable. Still grappling with the events, Eve paced out of the cell with her guard following closely behind.


    *


    Once in her room, Eve rushed over to her grooming table. She reached for a large bowl of cold water and splashed it on her face, trying to catch her breath. The images from earlier haunted her thoughts. Looking up at her reflection in the mirror, she watched the water wash away her makeup.


    As she tried to shake the cobwebs from her mind, her father, King Cavalon, who stood at the door and knocked twice, interrupted the moment of silence. ¡°Eve?¡±


    ¡°Father, yes, come in,¡± she called out as she washed her hands.


    Cavalon stormed in, rushing over to her side. ¡°Eve, I heard what happened. Are you alright?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Father. It¡¯s all true¡ªwhat he said. The family crest, it¡¯s real.¡± She struggled to piece her words together, her hands moving frantically as she tried to convey some sense of urgency.


    ¡°Slow down. How do you know this?¡± Cavalon gently guided her to sit on the bed, his hands resting on her shoulders to help her relax.


    ¡°I¡ªI saw into his mind, somehow. I don¡¯t know how, but I saw his memories. What he went through on the boat. It was all real.¡±


    At that moment, Orthrand gently pushed the door aside and casually strolled in. ¡°You certainly keep very interesting company, my lady.¡±


    ¡°Inquisitor Orthrand? What have you found?¡± Cavalon rose to stand, his tone shifting as he faced the newcomer.


    ¡°That boy is certainly of great interest,¡± Orthrand replied, glancing out the window toward the vast sea. He held the gemstone suspended by its chains in his hand. ¡°He was in possession of this. It seems to have the ability to conceal the energy traces of those wearing it. A foreign alien in possession of an arcane artifact is a heretical act.¡±


    ¡°What do you intend to do?¡± Cavalon asked, concern etched across his face.


    ¡°I intend to find out how he came into possession of it,¡± Orthrand declared, his demeanor shifting to one of authority. ¡°Therefore, by the authority invested in me on behalf of the Inquisition, I hereby take this boy into my custody, where he will be subject to a more¡­principled group of interrogators. Rest assured, your Majesty, I shall get to the bottom of this. The Empire owes you a great debt.¡±


    ¡°Where will you take him? To the Empire?¡± Eve asked, her voice laced with concern. A knot twisted in her stomach at the thought of Sky being taken away.


    ¡°No, I shall take him to the realm of the Inquisition itself,¡± Orthrand replied, his tone cold and unyielding. ¡°That is where I plan to question him.¡±


    Eve felt her heart sink, dread pooling in her chest. ¡°But what will they do to him?¡± she pressed, her voice trembling slightly. The thought of Sky enduring harsh interrogation techniques filled her with unease. Suddenly, she jolted to her feet.


    ¡°Then I shall accompany you.¡±


    ¡°My lady, I assure you that will not be necessary.¡±


    ¡°He has suffered severe injuries and is still in the process of healing. If you¡¯re going to take him far away from here, it would be best if I were there to ensure his health and well-being. After all, he¡¯s no good to interrogate if he¡¯s dead¡­ I believe he will be more receptive to questioning if I¡¯m present.¡± Eve stood firm, her eyes sharp and unwavering.


    Cavalon glanced at her, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He turned to the Inquisitor, who appeared surprised by her proposition. ¡°Of course, my lady. You may accompany us,¡± Orthrand chuckled, his demeanor shifting slightly.


    ¡°Afterward, you will return him to me?¡± Eve asked, her voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling within her.


    ¡°Afterward, I shall return him to you,¡± Orthrand replied, bowing slightly in acknowledgment. ¡°Now, if you¡¯ll excuse me, I must make preparations.¡±


    He exited, ensuring the door clicked shut behind him. They waited for his footsteps to fade before Cavalon turned to his daughter.


    ¡°Are you sure you want to do this?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Father. I dread what the Inquisition will do to him. The thought of Orthrand in a room alone with him fills me with dread. He¡¯s our only lead on what happened to Mother, and I must know.¡±


    Cavalon nodded, his expression serious. At that moment, Ilene entered the room. ¡°Is all well, my lady?¡±


    Cavalon immediately sprang into action. ¡°Ilene, can you assist Eve in preparing supplies? You will accompany my daughter as she goes with the Inquisition.¡±


    ¡°Sire?¡± Ilene looked surprised.


    ¡°Father?¡± Eve echoed, a mix of concern and gratitude in her voice.


    ¡°I would be foolish to let you do this alone. Besides, Ilene has cared for you and watched over you your entire life. I must remain here to protect our kingdom.¡± Cavalon¡¯s tone shifted, carrying the weight of unspoken pain, as if he were opening an old wound. He took Eve''s hands in his, holding them tightly.


    ¡°This is a wound I have kept closed for fifteen years,¡± he confessed, his voice trembling with raw vulnerability. ¡°I hope you can uncover the truth. You have the chance to bring closure for both of us.¡±


    He searched her eyes, a mix of pride and sorrow reflected in his gaze. ¡°Promise me you¡¯ll be careful. I can¡¯t bear the thought of losing you, too.¡±


    Eve nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she embraced him tightly. ¡°Yes, Daddy.¡±


    Cavalon gently released her from the embrace and turned to Ilene, determination setting in. ¡°Ilene, we need to prepare.¡±


    ¡°Of course, my lord. There are extra medical supplies downstairs. I¡¯ll go fetch them now.¡± Ilene nodded and quickly left the room with Cavalon, closing the door behind them.


    Once alone in her room, Eve distracted herself by heading out to check on her garden. A sweet fragrance filled the air as she walked past her nicely trimmed flowers. If the seasons were kind, the peonies would bloom by the end of the year. Yet, the more she tried to avoid thinking about her earlier encounter, the more it occupied her mind. She closed her eyes, held her hands out, and attempted to summon her power once again. She followed her usual thought process, everything calculated and precise. A light glowed from her hands, but it flickered and faltered. Stress mounted, causing her hands to shake. It felt as if she were losing control. Thoughts of her time in the cell with Sky flooded her mind. She recalled his frail body and the gray, almost soulless look in his eyes, as well as the black-robed entity that had frozen her in place.


    Suddenly, the light within her mind expanded like it never had before. The darkness that had clouded her thoughts lifted. It felt as though a door inside her had swung open, allowing her to tap into her power. The burden and stress of all her previous attempts melted away. Though her breathing quickened from excitement¡ªsomething she had never experienced before¡ªshe remained focused, and the light in her hands grew stronger. As she looked around, she noticed the flowers she had nurtured blooming. The once green garden transformed into a vibrant sea of pink, shining with life. Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she gasped as she released her hands, nearly stumbling from the sheer thrill of what she had accomplished. She had reached deep within the living essence of her surroundings and helped them sprout. For anyone else, it might have seemed like child''s play, but for her, it felt like the achievement of a lifetime.


    Placing a hand on her heart, she pinched her cheek to confirm this was real and not just a dream. Her gasping turned into a serene smile; she was eager to share this moment with Ilene or her father. But before she could, a sudden gust of wind abruptly halted her excitement. She held her hair back as it whipped around her and looked up to see dark clouds gathering in the distance. Lightning flickered ominously within them.


    ¡°It looks like a storm is coming,¡± she whispered, a feeling of dread settling in her stomach.