《Tides of Ether》 Chapter 1. Three Moons In a small, dimly lit house, The wooden walls of the house seemed to breathe in the shifting light, casting shadows that stretched and shrank with every passing moment. The flickering flames of the hearth played tricks on the eye, dancing in reverse as embers that had fallen returned to the fire, reigniting into blazing tongues of warmth. The worn floorboards beneath Rancent''s feet creaked in a distinct rhythm, as if the echoes of past footsteps were retracing their steps, leading back to their original position. The light of day, usually a steady progression, now flickered with an unsettling rapidity. One moment, the golden rays of the sun would spill through the small window, painting the room in soft amber hues. The next, twilight would descend, and the room would be bathed in deep indigo as stars blinked into existence. And then, just as swiftly, the sun would rise again, but from the west, streaking across the sky in a reverse arc before disappearing once more. Hed hop onto the stool and gaze at the three moons outside, their ghostly light illuminating the night sky. The three moons, arranged like distant sentinels, bathed the world in their ethereal glow. Each one had a distinct color: one a soft silver, another a deep blue, and the third a pale gold. Their light mingled in the sky, casting a mystical hue over the landscape. Maeve, do you ever wonder why there are three moons? Rancent asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he continued to stare out the window. Maeve looked up from where she was mending a shirt by the fire, her needle moving backward through the fabric. Father used to say theyre the eyes of the gods, watching over us, she replied with a soft smile. Each one sees something differentpast, present, and future. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Rancents gaze remained fixed on the moons, his mind swirling with thoughts. Do you think they can see us right now? I mean, really see us? What if theyre not just watching, but waiting? Maeve chuckled, shaking her head slightly. You and your wild ideas, Rancent. But who knows? Maybe they are. Or maybe theyre just there to remind us that the world is full of mysteries well never fully understand. A small frown creased Rancents brow. I dont like mysteries. They make me feelsmall. Like theres something big out there, waiting to swallow us up. Maeve walked over and ruffled his hair affectionately. Dont worry about things like that, Rancent. Whatevers out there, your sister will protect you no matter what. Hed look away concerned, then smiled and agreed. Yeah.. Thank you Maeve.. She looked up, her golden eyes glistening in the soft light, while her jet-black hair gleamed in the breeze coming through the open window. Maeve had let out a hopeful smile. Well, its time to lay your eyes to rest. Rancent would jolt to look at Maeve in confusion. What? Why, its the weekend! Maeve had let out an annoyed sigh and placed 2 fingers between her eyebrows as they folded. Look, even if its the weekend, im pretty sure that one of your writing teachers needs you to complete work from yesterday. Ugh, youre no fun! Maeve watched as he stormed off to his room, his footsteps echoing faintly down the hallway. A soft smile tugged at her lips, a mixture of amusement and affection. After a moment, she turned away, her gaze drifting to the window. The night outside was a combination of deep blues and silvers, painted by the light of the three moons. Their ghostly glow bathed the landscape in a soft, ethereal radiance, emitting long, delicate shadows that danced across the ground. The moons hung low in the sky, their light filtering through the thin veil of clouds, making the world outside seem both serene and otherworldly. Maeve stood there in silence, captivated by the tranquil beauty. [ I should probably go ask Rancent to pick up bread tomorrow before he heads to school.. ] Chapter 2. Tale Rancent sat at the rough-hewn table, swinging his legs idly as he finished the last of his breakfast. His sister Maeve, a few years older than him, bustled around the kitchen, her long black hair tied back in a loose braid. The smell of fresh bread lingered in the air, a warm reminder of the life they livedhumble, but full of love and care. Maeve turned to Rancent, her golden eyes soft with affection as she placed a hand on her hip. Rancent, I need you to run to the bakers and pick up some more bread for dinner tonight. Can you do that for me? Rancent groaned playfully, leaning back in his chair. But Maeve, I was going to go play today! Maeve laughed, a sound like the tinkling of bells, and ruffled his already messy hair. You can still play, silly. The bakery isnt far, and besides, youll get to see old Mr. Harl again. I know how much you like his stories. Rancent couldnt help but smile at that. Mr. Harl, the village baker, was known for his tall tales and the way he always slipped an extra pastry into Rancents bag when Maeve wasnt looking. Fine, fine, Ill go. But you owe me, Maeve! Maeve rolled her eyes but leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. Ill make it up to you. I promise. Rancents eyes lit up at the thought. Deal! With that, he hopped off his chair, grabbing the small wicker basket from the counter, and dashed out the door. The cool morning air greeted him as he stepped into the village square, already bustling with the beginnings of a new day. Vendors were setting up their stalls, and the sound of chickens clucking and adults laughing filled the air. Rancent made his way to the bakery, waving at the familiar faces he passed along the way. Old Mrs. Brine gave him a toothless grin as she swept her front step, and the blacksmith, a burly man with arms like tree trunks, gave him a nod as he worked the forge. Rancent loved this village; everyone knew each other, and there was a comfort in the routine of it all. As he reached the bakery, the bell above the door jingled softly, announcing his arrival. Mr. Harl looked up from behind the counter, his wrinkled face breaking into a wide smile. Ah, Rancent! Come to get some bread for your sister, have you? Rancent nodded, placing the basket on the counter. Yes, sir. Maeve says were having stew tonight, so we need something good to go with it. Mr. Harl chuckled, his eyes twinkling. Well, youve come to the right place, lad. Ive just finished baking a fresh batch. He wrapped up a loaf of bread, still warm from the oven, and placed it in Rancents basket. Then, with a wink, he slipped in a small pastry, just like he always did. A little something extra for my favorite customer.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. Rancent grinned, his heart warm with gratitude. Thanks, Mr. Harl! Youre the best. Mr. Harl waved him off with a chuckle. Now off with you, before your sister starts wondering where youve gone. And dont eat that pastry all at once, you hear? Rancent laughed, giving the old man a quick wave before darting back out into the square. As he made his way back toward home, he noticed a group of children gathered near the fountain, their heads bent together in hushed conversation. Curious, Rancent approached them, recognizing his friendsEdrin, Teris, and a few others from the neighborhood. They looked up as he joined them, and Edrin gave him a wide grin. Hey, Rancent! Done with your chores already? Rancent shrugged, holding up the basket. Just picking up some bread for Maeve. What are you all whispering about? Teris, who was always the one with some new idea or plan, leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. We were just talking about exploring the old mill outside the village. They say its haunted, but I dont believe it. What do you think? Rancents interest was piqued, but he also felt a small pang of responsibility. Maeves expecting me back soon. So, if we wanna do it we gotta be quick. Edrin nudged him playfully. Come on, Rancent, itll be fun! We wont be gone longjust a quick look around, and then well come right back. Rancent hesitated, glancing down at the basket in his hand. He knew Maeve wouldnt be too pleased if he came back late, but the thought of an adventure with his friends was tempting. Maybe... Ill just tell Maeve first, so she doesnt worry. Teris clapped him on the back, grinning. Good idea. You tell her, and well meet you by the old oak tree. Dont take too long! Rancent nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. He hurried back home, where Maeve was already busy with her chores. She looked up as he entered, her expression softening when she saw him. Back so soon? That was quick. Rancent set the basket on the table and fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. Uh, Maeve some of the kids are going to explore the old mill. Can I go with them? Ill be back before dinner, I promise. Maeve frowned slightly, her golden eyes studying him with concern. The old mill? Rancent, you know its not safe over there. Its falling apart, and theres been talk of wild animals in the area. Rancent bit his lip, feeling a wave of disappointment. But well be careful, I swear. We just want to look around a little. We wont go inside or anything. Maeve sighed, her expression softening as she saw the eagerness in his eyes. She reached out and ruffled his hair again, a small smile tugging at her lips. Alright, but you have to promise me youll be back before sunset. And stay close to the others, okay? I dont want anything happening to you. Rancents face lit up with a wide grin. I promise! Thanks, Maeve! He gave her a quick hug before dashing out the door. Chapter 3. There’s truth in some stories. As Rancent and his friends gathered by the old oak tree, the excitement in the air was palpable. The sun was still shining brightly, casting long shadows across the fields, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above their heads. The group was larger now, with a few more children having joined them, eager to explore the mysterious old mill that stood on the outskirts of the village. Edrin, always the one to take the lead, adjusted the strap of his satchel and grinned at the others. Alright, everyone ready? Its not far, just past the edge of the forest. Rancent glanced at the towering trees in the distance, their dark silhouettes looming ominously against the sky. He felt a slight chill run down his spine, but he pushed it aside, not wanting to appear frightened in front of his friends. Lets go, he said, trying to sound as confident as Edrin. Teris, who had been quiet up until now, fell into step beside Rancent as they began their trek. You ever been to the mill before? Teris asked, his voice low. Rancent shook his head. No, but Ive heard stories. They say its haunted, but thats probably just to keep us away. Teris nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. Yeah, but theres always some truth to the stories, dont you think? I mean, why else would everyone be so scared of going there? Rancent didnt have an answer for that, so he just shrugged. The group continued along the dirt path, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way toward the forest. The fields soon gave way to dense trees, their branches intertwining to form a thick canopy overhead, casting the ground below in deep shade. As they entered the forest, the atmosphere changed. The air was cooler, and the sunlight barely penetrated through the leaves. The sounds of the village faded, replaced by the eerie stillness of the woods. The childrens footsteps crunched on the fallen leaves, and every now and then, a bird would call out from somewhere high above, its cry echoing through the trees. Here we are, Edrin announced, stopping at the edge of a clearing. The old mill stood in the distance, its once-sturdy structure now a crumbling ruin. Vines had overtaken the stone walls, and the wooden beams of the roof sagged under the weight of time and neglect. The children gathered around Edrin, their earlier bravado fading as they took in the sight of the mill. Looks like no ones been here in years, Teris said, his voice barely above a whisper. Rancent felt a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. There was something unsettling about the place, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He glanced at the others and saw the same unease reflected in their faces. Are we really going in? one of the younger boys asked, his voice trembling. Edrin puffed out his chest, trying to appear brave. Of course we are. We didnt come all this way just to turn back now. But as they took their first steps toward the mill, a low rustling sound came from the trees behind them. The group froze, their eyes darting around the forest. What was that? Rancent whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. Teris nodded, his eyes narrowing as he peered into the shadows. Probably just an animal. These woods are full of them. But the rustling grew louder, and then there was a snap, like a branch breaking under the weight of something heavy. The children huddled together, their earlier excitement replaced by a growing sense of dread. Maybe we should go back, one of the girls suggested, her voice shaking. But before anyone could move, a dark shape burst out from the underbrush. It was fasttoo fast to see clearlyand before Rancent could even react, Teris was gone. One moment he was standing beside him, and the next, he was being dragged into the trees by something that moved with terrifying speed. Teris! Rancent screamed, reaching out in vain as his friend disappeared into the darkness. The forest erupted in chaos. The other children screamed and started to run, their panic spreading like wildfire. Rancent stumbled back, his heart racing as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. He could hear Teriss screams, muffled and distant, coming from deep within the woods. Then, without warning, a severed armTeriss armwas flung from the trees, landing with a sickening thud on the ground in front of them. [Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.] Teris, armless while trying to keep his heart in his body. He gurgled on the blood coming up from his throat. He tried to scream, but the repeated stabs in his stomach kept him from screaming, and he was winded because the entity grabbed him by the neck. [ Stab, Stab, Stab. ]This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. The sight of it sent the children into a frenzy. They bolted in all directions, their terrified cries echoing through the forest. Rancents legs felt like they were made of lead, but he forced himself to move, his survival instincts kicking in. He ran, not knowing where he was going, only that he needed to get away from whatever was in the woods. As he fled, the sounds of the forest seemed to close in around himbranches snapping, leaves rustling, and the guttural screams of something monstrous following close behind. Rancents breath came in ragged gasps, his chest burning with the effort of running. He didnt dare look back, afraid of what he might see. He stumbled over a root, nearly falling, but managed to keep his footing. The village was so far away, and the forest seemed to stretch on forever. Rancents mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion, his thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. But as he ran, one thought cut through the panic: Get out. Get home. He had to make it back, had to warn the others. Whatever had taken Teris was still out there, lurking in the shadows, and it wasnt going to stop with just one victim. The sounds of pursuit began to fade, but Rancent didnt slow down. He kept running, fueled by pure terror, until the trees finally began to thin, and he saw the familiar sight of the village in the distance. He didnt stop until he was back on the cobblestone streets, gasping for air, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The village was quiet, the peaceful morning shattered by the nightmare in the woods. Rancent looked around, searching for any sign of his friends, but there was no one. He was alone. He collapsed to his knees, his mind reeling from the horror of what had just happened. The image of Teriss arm lying in the dirt, the screams that still echoed in his earsit was all too much. Hours passed, and the boys legs began to ache, his feet sore from the rocky terrain. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a faint light ahead, a soft blue glow that stood out against the dark forest. His heart skipped a beat as he quickened his pace, the light growing brighter with each step. Finally, he reached a clearing, and there it wasthe Forgotten Vale. The stories hadnt done it justice. The vale was a hidden paradise, a small valley surrounded by towering cliffs. In the center was a crystalline lake, its waters glowing with an ethereal light that seemed to pulse with life. But it wasnt the lake that drew the boys attentionit was the massive tree that stood on the shore. The tree was ancient, its bark silver and its leaves shimmering with a faint luminescence. At the base of the tree, half-buried in its roots, was a crystal unlike anything the boy had ever seen. It was about the size of his fist, its surface smooth and flawless, radiating a gentle, otherworldly glow. The boy approached the tree cautiously, his eyes wide with awe. He could feel the power emanating from the crystal, a presence that seemed to reach out and envelop him. His hand trembled as he reached out to touch it. a figure emerged from the shadowsa tall, ethereal being, its form glowing with the same light as the crystal. The beings gaze softened, and it extended its hand. Then take the crystal, child. In this harsh world, you need wealth and fortune. The boy reached out, his fingers brushing against the crystals smooth surface. The moment he touched it, a surge of energy coursed through his body, nearly knocking him off his feet. The world around him seemed to blur, and he felt as though he were being pulled into the crystal itself, his consciousness expanding and shifting. He carefully took the crystal, cradling it in his hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world. As a naive but cynical child, he got suspicious and asked the being what was in it for themself? Before he could ask that, he suddenly vanished. Not a fade, or any trace. No sound, just gone. The blades of the grass did not move once when it left. He checked his pockets to see if anything from him was stolen, not that it was valuable anyway. The boy ran back to his village, checking behind him multiple times before leaving the area as a chill breeze crept behind his shoulder. The boys heart raced as he stumbled through the forest, his small hands clutching the crystal so tightly that its edges dug into his skin. His body trembled with fear, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and terror. Bloodsticky, warm, and not his owncoated his clothes and hands, a stark reminder of the horror he had just witnessed. His breathing was ragged, each gasp a struggle as he forced himself to keep moving, to get away from the forest, away from whatever had just happened. When he finally reached the outskirts of his village, the familiar sights of home brought no comfort. The small, worn-down cottages, the cobbled streets, and the faint glow of lanterns lighting the way through the evening mistall of it felt distant and unreal. He felt as if he were walking through a nightmare, his footsteps echoing too loudly in the eerie silence. He couldnt shake the feeling that he was being watched, that something was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for him. Pushing through the village gates, he half-ran, half-stumbled to his home, a modest hut at the edge of town where his sister, Maeve, was waiting for him. She was only a year older, but she had always been the one to take care of him, especially after their parents had passed. As he burst through the door, Maeves face twisted with horror at the sight of himdisheveled, covered in blood, and clutching the glowing crystal as if it were his only lifeline. Rancent! Maeve gasped, rushing to him. What happened? What is this? Are you hurt? He tried to speak, but the words stuck in his throat, strangled by the memories of what hed seen. The blood. The terror. The way the being had simply vanished, leaving him alone in the darkness. All he could do was shake his head, his eyes wide and filled with tears that refused to fall. Maeves eyes were frantic as she inspected him, her hands trembling as she searched for wounds, but there were noneat least, none that she could see. Whose blood is this? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she were afraid of the answer. Rancent finally found his voice, though it was small and broken. He stared at the ground, shell shocked from what had just happened. [] As the three moons shined through the window, a red coated the white. Chapter 4. The Man in the Red and White Coat It had been days since the incident in the forest, and the village still felt the weight of what had transpired. The once lively paths seemed quieter, with whispers of fear hanging in the air. Maeve stood at the window of her small home, gazing out at the edge of the village, where the forest loomed ominously. Her thoughts were filled with worry for her brother, who was safely away at their grandfather''s, and for the children who had disappeared. A knock on the door broke her reverie. Maeve turned, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn''t been expecting anyone. Cautiously, she approached the door and opened it, revealing a tall figure clad in a white and red coat. His cat-like ears twitched as he looked down at her with sharp, green eyes. The soldier had a certain presence, one that immediately commanded attention. His name was Edylle Greyrat, a member of the elite guard, known for his prowess in battle and his feline grace. "Good afternoon," Edylle greeted, his voice smooth but firm. "I''m Edylle Greyrat, sent here to investigate the strange occurrences in the forest. Is there someone I can speak to?" Maeve hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside, allowing him into the modest home. "There''s no one here but me. My brother... he''s away, and my parents are... gone. What is it that you need?" Edylle''s eyes softened slightly at her words, and he nodded. "I''ve been informed that some children have gone missing. I was hoping you could tell me what happened." Maeve took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she relived the events. "They went into the forest a few days ago.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. My brother''s friends... they didn''t come back. I don''t know much more than that. We were all warned about that place, but kids... they''re curious." The soldier''s gaze sharpened at her words. "Your brother, he''s safe, then?" "Yes," Maeve confirmed, her voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at her. "I sent him to our grandfather''s village after the others didn''t return. I was afraid... afraid that whatever took them might come back for him." Edylle nodded, his expression serious. "Smart move. But now we need to find those children, or at least find out what happened to them. Would you be willing to come with me? Show me where they went?" Maeve''s heart pounded in her chest, but she knew she couldn''t refuse. "Of course. I''ll do whatever I can to help." Together, they set out towards the forest. The air was thick with tension, the trees casting long, foreboding shadows across their path. Edylle walked with purpose, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his ears twitching at every sound. Maeve followed closely, her eyes darting around nervously. As they walked, Edylle glanced at her, trying to ease the tension. "You care a lot about your brother, dont you? Maeve nodded, her voice quiet. "He''s all I have left. After our parents died, I had to look after him. He''s a good kid, but sometimes... he gets these ideas." Edylle chuckled softly, his tone lightening. "I''ve met plenty of kids like that. They think they''re invincible until they come face to face with something they can''t handle." A silence fell between them, the gravity of their task weighing heavily. The forest grew denser as they approached the old mill, the place where the children were last seen. The ancient building stood like a sentinel at the forest''s edge, its walls covered in ivy, and its windows dark and empty. "This is where they went," Maeve whispered, her voice barely audible. Edylle nodded, his expression grim. "Stay close. We don''t know what''s out there." They ventured deeper into the forest, the light fading as the canopy closed in above.. Chapter 5. Edylle Greyrat The air grew colder, and the shadows seemed to move on their own. Edylle''s ears twitched, picking up every rustle, every snap of a twig. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending a chill down Maeve''s spine. Edylle''s eyes narrowed, and he drew his sword, the blade glinting faintly in the dim light. "Stay behind me," he ordered, his voice a low growl of its own. Before Maeve could respond, the ground beneath them trembled, and from the shadows, an enormous creature emerged. It was an eldritch abomination, its body a grotesque amalgamation of sinew and shadow, its limbs long and twisted. Its many eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, and its maw opened to reveal rows of jagged teeth. The creature let out a deafening roar, shaking the very trees around them. Edylle stood his ground, his sword held ready. The ground had hardened beneath his shoes, and implanted them into dashing position. The beast lunged, its massive claw slashing through the air with terrifying speed. Edylle sidestepped just in time, the creature''s claws slicing through the trunk of a tree instead. Splinters flew, and the tree groaned before crashing to the ground. Edylle moved like a blur, his sword flashing as he countered with a swift strike to the creature''s side. The blade bit into the monster''s flesh, but it was like cutting through stone. Sparks flew as steel met hide, the impact sending vibrations up Edylle''s arm. The creature roared in fury, its twisted form writhing as it turned on him. Edylle barely had time to dodge as it lashed out again, its claws tearing through the earth where he had stood moments before. "Edylle!" Maeve cried out, fear gripping her as she watched the battle unfold. "Stay back!" Edylle shouted, his voice tense but controlled. He leaped back, narrowly avoiding another deadly swipe. The beast was relentless, each of its strikes sending shockwaves through the ground. The forest around them was being torn apart, trees falling and the earth itself being scarred by the monster''s rampage. Edylle''s sharp eyes darted around, looking for an opening, any weakness he could exploit. But the creature was powerful-more powerful than anything he had faced before. Its very presence seemed to warp the air around it, the shadows bending and twisting at its command. Edylle gritted his teeth, feeling the pressure of the battle mounting.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. The beast charged again, its maw wide open, ready to devour him whole. Edylle''s muscles tensed, and with a burst of speed, he dodged to the side, swinging his sword in a wide arc. The blade met the creature''s limb with a resounding clang, sparks flying as the metal connected with the unnatural flesh. The impact sent the creature reeling back, a deep gash oozing black ichor where Edylle''s sword had struck. The beast let out a guttural howl, its many eyes flashing with rage. It lunged forward once more, its claws aimed at Edylle''s head. This time, Edylle was ready. He ducked low, his ears flattening against his head as the claw passed over him, slicing through the air with a deadly whoosh. In a fluid motion, he twisted his body and drove his sword upward, the blade plunging into the creature''s chest. Raakashak.. He whispered. A black fog had formed around the creature, as it stood still. It seemed as it time was frozen, as orange feathers fell. [ Crack.. ] The being instantly looked down to see multiple white skeletons, crawling up its body while ripping it apart. Patters of light feet would circle around the being, but it couldnt see from which direction. The sword was driven through it, so maybe they ran away in hopes of retreating from danger. It smirked, until the sound of 2 feet, turned into 4. Then 8, then 16, then 32, then 64, then 128. All of the sounds overlapped eachother, circled eachother, and overwhelmed the beast. The creature would flail its arms around them, expecting to hit something. [ CRACK! ] [ Woosh! ] The fog was dispelled, with nobody in its line of sight. It turned its back to run away after looking around for a couple of seconds. KRAAAASHAAAAKK!! Grkrrk? A black afterimage of a claw would speed down from the sky, as a bloodied Edylle would send it down at the monster. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, yet he still held on , he was a symbol of hope for the village. KRAAAAAAAAAAAAA! The creature had screamed, as its whole body was separated into 1/5th of what it was. The creature''s thrashing grew weaker, its movements slowing as the life drained from its twisted form. Finally, with a final, pitiful groan, the beast collapsed to the ground, the forest floor trembling beneath its weight. Edylle stood over the fallen creature, his chest heaving with exertion. His sword was embedded deep in the monster''s chest, and he had to brace his foot against the creature''s body to pull it free. As he did, he noticed a sharp pain in his ear and reached up to find blood trickling down from a jagged tear in his left ear, courtesy of one of the creature''s claws. "Are you alright?" Maeve''s voice was trembling as she stepped forward, her eyes wide with fear and concern. Edylle gave her a nod, though his expression was strained. "I''ll be fine. It''s just a scratch." Although he said this to make sure Maeve wasnt worried, he was missing a finger, a chunk of his ear, and a canine. It wasnt very believable, and she found it ironic. He sheathed his sword and turned to survey the area. The forest was a mess, with trees uprooted and the ground torn asunder. But the monster was dead, and the immediate danger had passed. "Let''s find the children," Edylle said, his voice firm despite the pain. "We need to make sure they''re safe." [] Chapter 6. Search [] "Let''s find the children," Edylle said, his voice firm despite the pain. "We need to make sure they''re safe." Maeve nodded, and together they began their search. It wasn''t long before they found the first of the children, huddled beneath a large tree, scared but unharmed. One by one, they gathered them, leading them out of the forest and back to the safety of the village. All except for Teris. Maeve''s heart sank when they reached the spot where Teris had last been seen. There was no sign of him, no trace except for a small piece of bloodied cloth caught on a branch. Maeve clutched the cloth tightly in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. Edylle placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We''ll keep looking. We won''t stop until we find him." But as they scoured the forest, it became clear that Teris was gone. Whether taken by the monster or lost to the dark depths of the forest, they couldn''t say. All they had was the bloodied cloth and the heavy weight of loss.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. When they finally returned to the village, the sun was beginning to rise, casting a pale light over the weary group. The children were returned to their families, safe but shaken. Maeve, exhausted and heartbroken, stood at the edge of the village with Edylle. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything." Edylle nodded, his expression solemn. "It''s not over yet. There''s still more to uncover about what happened here. But for now, you should rest. You''ve been through enough." As Edylle turned to leave, Maeve looked up at him, her voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and fear. "Will it come back? The monster?" Edylle paused, then looked back at her, his eyes serious. "If it does, I''ll be here. I promise. Hed wrap around his ear and finger a bandage. Hed put his hair back into place then look at Maeve. In the morning, we will bring your brother back to the village. Now that we know the forest is potentially dangerous, the royal court will put up flyers and a barrier around it. This is all thanks to you, Maeve. Shed look at him in shock, and her eyes would water. Thank you.. Thank you so much. Shed weep while wiping her tears. Edylle would smile affectionately , then soothe her by patting her back. Theyd both walk out of the forest. Chapter 7. On the Grid [ ] Rancent blinked, groggy, his vision still adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the faded curtains. The smell of something savory wafted through the room, filling the space with warmth and comfort, a hint of herbs and spices that only his grandmother knew how to use. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, taking in the wooden furniture, the small trinkets on the shelf, and the tapestry that hung on the wall, depicting some long-forgotten tale. It all felt familiar yet distant, a life so far removed from the one hed been living. He woke up to the sound of sizzling, and what was familiar to pots scraping against each other. As he finally opened his eyes, he had went to usually where his bed room door is, but forgot that this wasnt his house. Rancent hadnt gone out for awhile because all he needed was at his sisters house, but he was still relatively close to his grandparents. The floor boards were scrappy and worn down, but it gave them a nice antique look. [] Ten locks. What? But my grandma only gave me 8, she said that youd spare. Rancents grandmother made him go out from time to time, as he was a growing boy and needed to develop his sense of independence, plus with all the things that recently happened he needed some fresh air and to spiritually ground himself from the area around him. Although the nature was nice, it was usually overlapped with sounds of mischief from other children. Throwing stones and rocks at a bird, two boys. A young boy in what seemed to be in a school outfit, although it was more well kept and complemented his ginger hair. Although, the other child had jet black strands and green eyes. One held the stones in his hand while the other kept throwing the stones restocking off the stones in the others hand. Only problem was, their aim sucked ass. Only 3-4 hit the bird, but it still didnt feel right at all. Hey.. Spaced out, he didnt hear the man but was instead fixated on the children. Only then would he refocus when the man had snapped in his face multiple times. Jesus, the attention span of you children these days.. Nine locks, and thats that. Luckily Rance had a spare on him, but 9 locks for bread? Even his grandmas haggling couldnt compare to the price. Rancent hesitated, clutching the few locks left in his pocket. Nine locks? Thats robbery. My grandmother said youd spare me a bit. The man let out a short laugh, rolling his eyes. Spare you? These days, a spare might as well be charity. He eyed Rancent, an unspoken judgment flickering across his face. Look, kid, breads bread. Prices arent what they used to be.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Rancent bit back a retort, glancing down at the stale-looking loaf. Fine. But my grandmothers going to hear about this, he muttered under his breath, fishing out the last lock and handing it over. Pocketing the bread, he turned to leave, only for the man to call after him, Tell your grandma I said hello, and that next time, bring an even ten. Rancent grumbled as he walked away, shoving his hands in his pockets as he retraced his steps back toward the village path. The bird-throwing boys were still there, laughing as they lobbed their stones, but now a few feathers scattered the ground where the bird had once perched. One of the boys noticed Rancent watching and sneered. Whats your problem, huh? Rancent looked away, feeling a flare of irritation bubble in his chest. Nothing, he mumbled, but he couldnt resist adding, Doesnt seem right, thoughthrowing rocks for no reason. The ginger-haired boy shrugged, unaffected. Its just a bird. Who cares? Rancent felt the weight of his bread loaf shift in his hand, a reminder of his grandmothers words to get fresh air, stay grounded. But there was something here, a lingering tension he couldnt shake. What a crybaby, guess hes feeling a little homesick huh? Hey, want us to help you too? Cmon, its fun! Just try it, trust us. Hey, hey. Anybody in there? As the boys circled around Rancent spouting on and on just to agonize him, Rancent took a breath, telling himself to ignore it, but it was no use. His patience snapped, and before he thought it through, he stepped forward, grabbed a rock out of the boys hand, and swung his fist straight into the boys face. There was a sickening crack, and the ginger-haired boy stumbled back, his hand shooting up to his nose as blood began to trickle down. What the! The boys friend lunged at Rancent, shoving him back with more force than hed expected. Rancent hit the ground, skidding against the dirt, but he scrambled up quickly, ignoring the sting in his scraped palms. The dark-haired boy threw a punch aimed at Rancents stomach, landing it hard and forcing the air out of him. Rancent doubled over, gasping, through the haze of pain, he aimed a punch at the boys ribs, catching him off guard. They stumbled back and forth, fists flying in chaotic, desperate swings. Rancents knuckles ached, his arms heavy. The ginger-haired boy, still nursing his bloody nose, joined back in, tackling Rancent to the ground. Pulling on Rancents hair, he tripped over his own shoelace and let momentum take them both to the ground. As he fell, he locked his legs over Rancent, letting the other boy kick him in the stomach multiple times. Pinned under him, Rancent struggled, feeling the weight pressing down on him. He managed to jerk his knee up, slamming it into the boys side, and the boy let out a pained grunt, rolling off him just enough for Rancent to shove him away. They both staggered to their feet, bruised, breathing heavily, sizing each other up with a new wariness. Rancents gaze dropped to the loaf of bread, now lying in the dirt, its crust cracked and smeared with mud. The sight sparked another flare of anger, but this time, he just gave them one last, hard look and walked away. After wiping the blood off his nose, suddenly a force pushes him onto the ground, seemingly a noble. As he skids back onto the ground, his hands take a even greater toll being skidded and mixed with blood and mud. How dare you fight the nobles children?! Chapter 8. Accusation Rancent lay on the ground, dazed, as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. He barely had a moment to gather himself before a heavy boot pressed into his back, pinning him down. He craned his neck upward, eyes narrowing as he saw the polished boots and fine clothes of a nobleman standing above him, hands on his hips with a haughty, disgusted expression. The nobleman, tall and imposing, with pale blond hair slicked back and green eyes gleaming behind his spectacles, looked down at Rancent as though he were a piece of filth staining the ground. How dare you lay a hand on my children! the noble hissed, his voice low and cold. The ginger-haired boy and his dark-haired friend smirked behind their father, barely hiding their satisfaction at Rancents plight. Rancent pushed up slightly, trying to get a word in. They they started it. They were throwing rocks at Silence! The nobles voice cut through the air like a whip. He pressed his boot harder into Rancents back, forcing him back down onto the dirt. I dont care what they were doing. You are a commonera peasant! You think you can strike the children of Lord Alcaster and walk away without consequence? Rancents blood boiled. Every muscle in his body tensed as he struggled against the noblemans weight, but a pair of guards appeared out of nowhere, each grabbing one of his arms and hauling him roughly to his feet. His face was streaked with dirt and blood, his palms raw and stinging, yet he clenched his teeth. The nobleman leaned closer, his voice a low murmur only Rancent could hear. Youll pay for this insolence, boy. A sneer spread across Alcasters face as he raised his voice for the gathered crowd to hear. This thug rat dared to assault my children! To think I once thought this village was honorable. His gaze flicked to the villagers, who looked away, some murmuring, others avoiding eye contact. The noblemans children wore smug expressions, confident their fathers influence would crush any resistance Rancent might offer.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Rancent swallowed hard, his mind racing, but before he could form a reply, one of the guards twisted his arm behind his back, sending a jolt of pain up his shoulder. Ow! Rancent gasped, gritting his teeth as he struggled to stay upright. The nobleman continued as if savoring every word. Guards, take this thief to the manor. Hell work off his offense for as long as I see fit. Youll be my butler and servant for my boys as punishment. A disgusting grin crept upon the mans face. Disgusting. The crowd remained silent, the villagers looking anywhere but at Rancent. A few glanced his way, eyes flickering with something like sympathy, but none dared to speak. Even the farmer who had always shown him kindness turned his gaze to the ground, unwilling to cross the nobleman. Rancents heart pounded as the guards began dragging him away, his pleas ignored, his pride bruised and battered. He was pulled further from the village, away from anyone who might stand up for him. As he looked at the battered bird, he suddenly noticed that its wounds were gone, and that it gone away flying without an issue. Work for you?. Suddenly, all the nobles men and guards turnt to a man in a white and red cloak, with a crest on the right of its chest. It was well maintained. His eyes were green, and complemented with black hair that enveloped the suns light. Unfortunately he will not be working under your servitude, as I have business with this child. His visit is over, and it is now my authority to bring him home safely. Grk! You.. Suddenly, a crowd grouped around the noble. In a sense, Rancent felt like he was the one in the wrong due to his sudden outburst. Was it really not that big of a deal? Fine. Take him. But dont think hes worth your trouble. With a sneer, Alcaster gestured dismissively and walked away with a sort of prideful facial expression. Without speaking, the man bowed respectfully. This pissed off the noble a little more, because he was the type of person that tried to maintain self respect while attempting to get a reaction out of someone. Tsk. The man angrily spat onto the ground as a sign of defeat, and his ego shriveled back into whatever deformed state it was in before. Alright, lets- Suddenly, a dust cloud sparked Edylles eyes as he had just realized that Rancent left his supervision so quickly. The irony of the situation shocked and amused him, but annoyance superseded those emotions he felt. D*mn it. Chapter 9. The Deserted Church Ha.. All that running made Rancent tired, who wouldve thought that he could actually outrun a grown man? Well, he played outside more than the average children his age, so that could be why. [ Speaking of, where exactly am I? Ive only ran throughout half of the forest, and yet im nearly at the edge of the village.. ] While leaning back onto a tree, he pondered about his current situation. [ Ive beaten a nobles children, and Ive run away from a royal guard.. Ack! This is bad, what if I wasnt in trouble?! I dont really know him though, so how could I tell that he was actually not lying about his status?.. Ah, damnnit.. ] A visible cloud of smoke could be seen coming from Rancents head as he was overloaded with assumptions and thoughts. After taking a short break to rest, he kept on walking through the forest. [ There shouldnt be any wildlife in this area since I''m not that deep in the forest actually. You can tell by the plants on the frontal rear of the forest, because they arent that exotic. Back in the deep part of the forest is where the herbs you usually dont see are. Herbalists identify different herbs in that region of the forest, not . Although, I only know that because of my cousin. ] Swiftly moving through the bushes, a new area had suddenly appeared at the edge of the village. It seemed to be a church, only that it looked too well kept to be in this part of the woods. It was like a golden fountain in the middle of a ruined forest. Nobody was in this area, and it seemed like the area was cut off. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. [ Ive played in these woods for as long as I can remember, so why is there a random church that Ive never seen before? Ill try to scope out the area at least. ] After scoping out the area correctly, he ran into a nearby bush near the walling of the building, tripping over a twig in the bush. Suddenly, a man exits out of the door, in a black robe with brown hair. Frantically prancing around the steps, he mumbles to himself clutching his necklace with a foreign sigil attached to the tiny chains. What if it goes wrong? No, no! Even the Saint of Igdur had to endure this initiation. What if the ritual fails? Ah, the gods! It takes five full moons to properly charge an artifact for the initiation, and what if it backfires? I truly am unworthy of such grace in becoming a devotee! Subconsciously, he began to nibble at his nails, not noticing that hed gnawed at the edge of his finger until a small bead of blood appeared. Tsk! As he hastily wraps his fingers in a small cloth, a man peers in through the door, casting a bright energy around him. Brother Romani, we are waiting for you inside. Are you having second thoughts about your first awakening? Tis truly a divine blessing for this opportunity. What seems to trouble your mind? Please tell me. Sitting beside the priest was a man in a flowing white robe with golden hair, bright eyes, and pale skin. Rancent, an onlooker witnessing this sight, was shocked by the angelic appearance of the man. Suddenly, an unseen force compelled him to step out of the bushes, as if he were being influenced by some external power. A feeling in his stomach made him rush out of the bushes and run behind the wall as if he instinctively knew that there was a backdoor leading into the church. As he ran inside, the light that once shined through the door slowly faded away. Chapter 10. The Saints Treasure (Pt. 1) The door creaked shut, with a darkly lit room with papers and Victorian architecture on the inside. The walls were lined with dark, imposing bookshelves, their surfaces cluttered with tomes in a myriad of languages, some of which he couldn''t even begin to decipher. However, Rancents thoughts overlapped with the sound of choir boys singing as sometimes the organ played. Sneaking into the dressing room, he wore an outfit that resembled the other children''s clothing. Ah, so you must be the new choir boy Ive heard about. Rancent jerked back to see a boy with green eyes and black hair, in a black flowy robe with a pattern on the edges of his wrists. This is the Julius Fowleri Church of Igdur and Cekros, where we study their doctrine and devote ourselves to become their blessed. We sing and chant for the Gods to hear! It must be your lucky day, we are having the third devotional baptism today! As the boy''s eyes lit up, he was a little confused about what he was talking about and how he got into the dressing room in the first place. Err, thats nice and all, but how did you know I was here? Oh! The choir boys are blessed by the Saint of Igdur, Julius Fowleri, and given Ether Navigation. Its the flow of ether through all humans and living thingsproperties that allow us to live. This can be anything nutritional that our body requires. [Hm, Hm!] As he absorbed this new information, Rancent felt as if he had stepped into a completely different world in mere seconds. Ether Navigation? Rancent echoed, intrigued. What exactly does that mean? Are you saying theres some kind of energy that flows through all of us? The boy nodded eagerly. Yes! We believe that Ether is like the lifeblood of the universe, connecting every living thing. It allows us to feel emotions, understand each other, and even perform some miracles. Youll learn about it more deeply in your training. But first, you must be baptized! Rancent shifted nervously, trying to process everything he was saying. A baptism? It all felt so overwhelming. Wait, wait! Baptized? What if I dont want to be part of this? he stammered, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation. Dont worry, baptisms are only given to those of high rank. I was just messing with you to see your reaction. Now, Priest Romani is getting his devotional baptism today! It is truly a wonderful day today, is it not? Now, follow me! Rancent swallowed, glancing around the dressing room, the heavy robes weighing on his shoulders as he followed the boy out into the dim corridor. The sound of choir singing swelled louder as they walked, voices rising and falling in reverent harmony. It was hauntingly beautiful, though something in it made Rancent feel slightly uneasy, as if each note wrapped around him, binding him tighter to this strange new world. By the way, Rancent said, glancing over at his guide. Whats your name?This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, didnt I? The boy laughed, scratching his head. Im Finnian Darrow. Most just call me Finn. Im the unofficial guide for the new choir boys. Rancent raised an eyebrow, a small smile creeping onto his face. Unofficial? I take it youre the mischievous type then? Finns grin was infectious. I mightve broken a few rules here and there. But dont worrymostly harmless ones! Theres so much to learn about the church, especially with the rules and whatnot.. They turned a corner, entering the main chapel. Stained glass windows stretched high above, casting patches of colored light across the stone floor. Rows of choir boys, all dressed in robes like Rancents, stood along the edges, their voices filling the room. At the far end, a tall, stern-looking man in a robe embroidered with silver and gold stood with his hands raised, leading the choir in song. Thats Priest Romani, Finn whispered, leaning close. Hes about to receive his first devotional baptism. Its really important. Rancent nodded, still trying to take everything in. But something gnawed at himthe term baptism didnt sound quite as simple as Finn had implied. He leaned over, keeping his voice low. So what exactly happens in this devotional baptism? Finns expression sobered a little. Its a blessing and a trial. Each baptism grants us a deeper connection to the gods, but it also asks something from us. After the first baptism, you start seeing the Ether flows, like an invisible web of life binding everyone together. But each baptism digs deepermore knowledge, but also more responsibility. Rancent felt a chill as he processed Finns words. Sounds strict. It is, Finn said, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. Its not something you can back out of easily. Once youre in, youre committed. Rancent swallowed, his gaze drifting to the faintly glowing fragment of Ether hed acquired earlier. He still felt its presence, like a whisper in the back of his mind. But this talk of commitment, of binding himself to something he barely understood, made his skin prickle. Before he could ask more, the choir finished their song, and the priests voice echoed through the hall, commanding their attention. Today, we witness a momentous occasion! Priest Romani intoned, his voice deep and unwavering. Through Igdurs light and Cekross order, I take on the third baptism, devoting my body, mind, and soul to their guidance. A murmur of reverent awe rippled through the choir, and Finnians eyes gleamed with excitement. Hes going to channel divine Ether, Finn whispered, almost bouncing on his toes. Youre lucky to see this on your first day. The Saint walked up to the podium, his robe dragging along the floor collecting the dust off the wooden floors. Im sorry, the air is just way too heavy here. Can I go back to the study room for a second? The boy raised an eyebrow but seemed to sense Rancent''s unease. Uh, alright. Just make it quick! We dont want to be late for the ceremony. Rancent nodded, stepping back through the door he had just entered, his heart racing as he walked into the study room. The shadows danced along the dimly lit walls, and the air felt thick with an ancient knowledge. Papers were strewn about, and Rancent quickly scanned the room, trying to focus on the task at hand. He needed a moment to think. The whole idea of baptism, the energy of Ether, it was all too much. How did he find himself in a place where such bizarre customs existed? As he rifled through some of the loose papers, he noticed a peculiar book half-hidden under a stack. Its cover was embossed with intricate symbols, reminiscent of a language he didnt understand but felt deeply compelled to decipher. He picked it up, feeling a strange warmth radiating from it. As he quickly tucked the book under his arm, the warmth intensified, and he felt an inexplicable bond form between him and the artifact. The symbols on the cover began to glimmer faintly, almost as if they were alive and responding to his presence. He opened the book in a corner to realize that a small geometric badge was inside, emiting sparks of lights and shapes. He wanted to pick up the badge, but his body acted upon itself and darted at the figure instinctively. "Wait.." Chapter 11. The Saints Treasure ( Pt 2. ) As the last notes of the choir faded away, Rancent felt an unexpected wave of dizziness wash over him, as if the very air around him had thickened. He blinked, trying to shake off the sensation, but the world around him began to blur. The stone floor of the chapel seemed to ripple like water, and before he could grasp what was happening, everything faded into darkness. ... Rancent found himself standing in a vast expanse of shadows, filled with an eerie silence that felt heavy and alive. He instinctively reached for Finns presence, but the boy had vanished along with the chapel. He was weirded out, due to the dream like area he was enveloped in. Any sound he made was swallowed by the black shadows that surrounded him. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself. This had to be part of the baptismit felt like a trial, though he hadn''t anticipated anything like this. In the distance, a faint glimmer flickered, pulling at him with an invisible thread. He began to walk toward it, each step echoing as if the darkness itself scrutinized his movement. Whatever I touched made me come here, but Im a little confused. The best thing to do in this situation is remain calm. As he approached the light, it transformed from a mere glow into a radiant beacon. But the shadows writhed and pulsed with a life of their own, reaching out to him with tendrils that whispered doubts and fear. He stared at the light, stopping again to gather his thoughts. The warmth of the thread threw him closer, but as he advanced, frustration bubbled within him. The closer he got to the light, the more elusive it seemed. It was getting more and more annoying; each time he thought he could reach it, the light flickered away. It felt like a test of resolve and mental endurance. Why cant I figure out how to leave? he muttered.He felt a moment of despair, a deep-seated belief that perhaps he didnt deserve this light at all. It felt like a cruel game, one where the rules shifted with every step. ... He took a quick stop. At this point, you couldnt count how many times he had to stop and think about the situation he was in. He squatted down, scrunching his nose and rustling his fingers aggressively through his hair while watching his black reflection ripple and distort his image. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and air travelled through his nose as he took a deep breath.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Stay calm.. Finnian stood among the rows of choir boys, his attention fixated on the tall figure of Priest Romani, who stood at the front, radiating an air of solemnity. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the sweet scent of incense wafting through the air as the congregation prepared for the ceremonial blessing. In this moment, Finn felt a swirl of gratitude and seriousness weave through him, a reminder of the importance of the day. As the priest lifted the ornate artifactan ancient relic said to channel the blessings of IgdurFinns heart raced. Energy crackled in the air, and light shimmered against the elaborate designs etched into the artifacts surface. As they looked around at one another, a wave of gratitude washed over them. What an honor it was to be part of something so sacred. Each note they sang felt like a prayer, a connection to something greater. Finns thoughts drifted back to Rancent. He had sensed the boys uncertainty earlier, his overwhelming nerves about becoming part of the choir, and now a knot of worry tightened in Finns gut. Had he overwhelmed him with too much information? The poor kid had looked slightly dazed during their earlier conversation; uncertainty hung around him like a thick fog. He glanced around; the ceremony was about to commence, but his instinct prodded him to act. He didnt want to leave Rancent alone in a place where the unknown could spiral into a frightening experience. He needed to check on his new friend. Quietly, he moved through the lively sea of choir boys, keeping his head down and pretending to pay attention to the ceremony. The choir''s beautiful sound rose around him, but Finn''s mind was elsewhere. With each step, he felt the weight of his own responsibilities. As he got closer to the back of the chapel, the glowing light from the artifact pulsed with energy, casting long shadows that danced on the stone walls. Finn''s heart raced; he needed to escape and find Rancent. Sensing urgency behind him, he dashed past the last pew, breaking free from the crowd. Outside the chapel, a quietness enveloped him. The still air was a stark contrast to the lively ceremony, and he quickened his pace as he walked down the dimly lit corridors. Each step echoed in the silence, but Finn felt a strong need to move forward despite his worry. Rancent! he called softly, hoping his friend could hear him. He strained to listen, his heart pounding. The thought of finding Rancent lost in the church made him anxious, motioning him to hurry more. In the stillness, Finn listened closely, his senses sharp, trying to catch any sign of a responsea whisper or a shuffle. His desperation nudged at his calm exterior. If he had found anything that belonged to the saint or priest, he would surely be in serious trouble. As he reached the end of the corridor, a strange feeling washed over him, a mix of fear and hope that he might still find Rancent. Finn paused for a moment to gather himself, taking a deep breath and focusing on the warmth of the chapel in his mind. Stay calm, he whispered to himself. Chapter 12. Searching for the New Choir Boy The door creaked open, breaking the heavy silence of the corridor. Finnian peeked into the small dressing room where the choir boys usually prepared for services. Thin rays of light streamed through a cracked window, casting soft beams on the dust that hung in the air. Despite the light, the room felt cold, empty. Finnian hesitated in the doorway. Something wasnt right. The air inside was stale, lacking the faint hum of Ether hed grown used to. Even in places devoid of life, objects like books or clothes still carried a subtle energy. But here, it felt like everything had been drainedhollow and flat. Pushing the strange thought aside, Finn stepped back and quietly closed the door. Not here either, he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. The faint sound of chanting drifted from the churchs main hall, distant but steady. It reminded him of a heartbeat, quiet yet persistent. He tightened his grip on the fabric of his robe and moved to the next door. This one was different. The handle was worn, and the wood looked older, like it had weathered years of use. The air around it felt dense, heavy enough that it made Finn pause. It reminded him of the baptisms, where the atmosphere near the altar felt like it was pressing down on his skin. Finnians stomach twisted. He didnt know why he was hesitating. Steeling himself, he grabbed the handle and pulled. The door opened with a low groan, revealing a dark, cramped space. A shelf dominated the back wall, stacked with dusty books, old boxes, and unmarked jars. The air was damp, carrying the faint smell of mildew. Finnian stepped inside cautiously, letting the door fall shut behind him. His gaze swept across the room. The shelves were coated in a thick layer of dust, cobwebs draped over the corners like an afterthought. He reached out to touch the nearest shelf, his fingers brushing the smooth, varnished wood. The dust clung to his skin, leaving streaks on the surface. As he moved his hand, his fingers caught on something etched into the wood. He leaned closer, squinting at the faint carving. It was a symbol. Finn traced it with his eyes, but the longer he looked, the more it seemed to shift. The lines twisted and blurred, almost as if they were alive. His stomach churned as a wave of nausea washed over him. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides. His hand recoiled as though burned, and he stumbled backward, taking a few unsteady steps. What the His voice was barely a whisper, and he felt his lips move without control. It was as though the very air itself was stealing the words from him.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. The room felt darker now. The shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally, as if the dim light from the cracked window was being pulled into the corners. Finnians breath quickened, his chest tightening with unease. His heart pounded in his ears, louder than the distant chanting. It was too much. He had to leave. His feet moved without thought, back toward the door, but the weight of the room pressed on him, slowing him down. A shiver crawled up his spine, and the sensation of something watching himsomething that shouldnt be herenearly sent him into a panic. Finns hand fumbled for the door handle, his fingers slipping with each pass. Finally, the door opened. He stepped out into the hallway, gasping for air. The weight in his chest lifted instantly, and the chill that had seeped into his bones began to fade. He closed the door behind him, exhaling shakily as he stood in the quiet of the corridor, the distant chanting once again filling his ears. It sounded so much more comforting now, grounding him back in the familiar. Yet, the unease lingered at the edges of his mind. Finn rubbed his hands together, his body still tense. What was that symbol? And why had it felt so wrong? Hed been in plenty of strange places, but nothing had ever made him feel like that. The knot of worry in his chest remained. Rancent was still missing, and the longer he searched, the more the church seemed to play tricks on him. It felt like a maze, shifting and changing to keep him lost, to keep him from finding what he needed. His gaze darted down the hallway. He had to keep moving. He couldnt afford to waste any more time. But something else tugged at the back of his minda small whisper that he couldnt quite shake. What if whatever Rancent had gotten himself into was connected to this? This strange, unnerving presence in the air that seemed to follow him wherever he went? Finnian shuddered. He had to find Rancent, no matter what. With renewed resolve, he pushed forward down the corridor, his footsteps quick and purposeful. . . . [Throb Throb Throb] The sound was almost rhythmic, like the beat of a drum, but it felt wrong. Rancents consciousness slowly pulled him from the depths of sleep, the darkness around him lingering like a thick fog. His eyelids fluttered, but the weight of his lashes kept him from fully waking. His vision swam in the pitch black, his senses scrambled. The faint glow of the string-like connection that had tethered him to whatever strange world hed just visited still pulsed against his body. Ugh Rancent groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead. His head felt like it was full of needles, each pulse sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. His chest tightened, the weight of his body pressing him further into the cold, unyielding floor. The strange sensation in his gut returnedthe feeling that had been there That had.. He hadnt been able to remember much of it.. But whenever he tried to focus on it, the memories slipped further away, and his stomach twisted in protest. As he moved himself, he realized the string was still attached to his body.. Alright.. I gotta get out of here. Chapter 13. Cracks of Light The silence of the dark expanse was absolute, oppressive. Rancent stood in its suffocating emptiness, his breaths even but shallow. The void stretched out in every direction, a vast, formless sea of black. He felt small, insignificant, like a single grain of sand in an endless desert. The faint shimmer of light in the distance teased his resolve, a beacon of hope, yet unreachable. Every step he took seemed to stretch the void further, the light always receding, just out of his grasp. It wasnt a place for answers, only questions. Minutes passed. Or was it hours? Time felt irrelevant here. His sense of direction was lost, swallowed by the unyielding emptiness around him. He stopped, his frustration rising like a tide, threatening to overwhelm him. Am I just running in circles? Rancent muttered to himself. His voice was swallowed whole by the void, no echo to confirm he even existed in this place. He crouched down, brushing his fingers against the black, glassy surface beneath him. It was cold, smooth, as if he were standing on the surface of some infinite, smooth obsidian. When his fingers made contact, ripples spread outward. For a split second, his reflection appeared, distorted by the ripples, and then, as if the darkness had drunk it in, the reflection vanished entirely. The surface settled, as still as the rest of the void. It was like he wasnt even real here. Rancent stood again, his gaze sweeping the endless nothingness. The light was still there, distant but unwavering. It hadnt disappeared. No matter how much it seemed to taunt him, the distant glow remained a constant, like a promise unfulfilled. His chest tightened as he watched it flicker in the distance, stubbornly unmoving. Exhaling through his nose, he turned in the opposite direction, frustration evident in his every movement. Fine. If the light doesnt want to be reached, Ill try something else. With deliberate steps, he began walking, deliberately putting distance between himself and the elusive glow. His footfalls made no soundno echo, no crunch of gravel, just the complete absence of anything. Yet, despite the silence, the sensation of movement was strangely tactile, as though the void itself was pressing against him, testing his will. Each step forward seemed to weigh heavier, and the sensation of the space folding around him was suffocating. But as he moved, something strange happened. The light didnt fade. It didnt dim. It remained sharp in his peripheral vision, unwavering, no matter which way he turned. The distant glow stayed with him, always present, always there. A realization struck him, sharp and sudden. It wasnt the light that was moving. It was him. He wasnt moving closer to it; he was moving in circles, trapped in his own mind. I see, Rancent muttered, his voice soft but laced with a new understanding. He stopped, narrowed his eyes, and glanced down at his reflection, still visible in the surface beneath him. The image staring back at him was pale, tired, but determined. His brow furrowed. This was no ordinary journey. This was something else entirely. Dropping to one knee, he reached out to touch the glassy surface again, this time with more purpose. He needed to understand, to break free from whatever this place was trying to impose on him. His fingers sank into the blackness, the cold surging up his arm. For a moment, he felt like he might drown in itpulled into an abyss that stretched into infinity. His breath hitched as the pressure built, but just as the sensation became unbearable, the world around him shifted.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. The distant light collapsed into a single, blinding point. The blackness around him fractured, the void tearing apart as the light shot toward him, streaking through the dark like a comet. In an instant, the brilliance engulfed him, a white-hot wave of energy that tore through the darkness. Rancent felt his skin burn, his body consumed by the pure light, but there was no time to react. The void was gone in an instant, swallowed by the radiance. He stumbled forward, disoriented. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he didnt know where he was. The light began to fade, but it was replaced by something even more alien. The world resolved itself into an incomprehensible structurevast, geometrically complex, and floating in endless space. Its edges folded in ways that defied logic, intersecting in patterns that made his head throb just by trying to focus on them. The object shimmered faintly, its surfaces etched with symbols that he could not even begin to understand. The symbols pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, each throb a reminder that this place was real, and he was part of it now. Rancent took a cautious step forward, his body still shaken by the transition. What is this? he murmured. His voice felt strange in this place, too small to fill the vast emptiness around him. The object in front of him seemed alive, reacting to his movements, shifting and folding as he came closer. The air thickened with each step. The structure seemed to resist him, pushing back, unwilling to allow him close without consequence. His body felt heavy, as though the air itself was pressing down on him, fighting to keep him from his goal. The weight of the objects presence was suffocating, a pressure that pressed on his chest, on his mind. He could feel its awareness, its cold, calculating attention on him. It was waiting. He raised a hand, hesitant, as the structure tilted slightly in response. The symbols on its surface flickered like fireflies, responding to his proximity. Each movement made the structure react, alive and sentient. He wasnt just interacting with an object; he was engaging with something much older, much more powerful. This is your test, isnt it? Rancent muttered under his breath. He wasnt sure who he was speaking tothe object, the space, or something else entirely. Balance. Thats what this is about. The object pulsed once, its glow intensifying in a sudden burst of light. His body staggered as the pressure grew, and for a moment, it felt like his thoughts were being torn from him. Each step forward felt like an eternity, the weight of every impulse, every chaotic thought, being stripped away, leaving him with only a sharp, unyielding clarity. With a clenched jaw, Rancent reached out again, his hand steady, but his body trembling with effort. He didnt know what he was doing or what would happen when he made contact. But he knew that if he faltered now, if he lost his focus for even a moment, the structure would reject him. His hand met the surface. In an instant, the object collapsed in on itself, folding into a singular, blinding point of light. The light surged into his chest with an explosive force, searing through his body. Rancent fell to his knees, gasping for air, his vision filled with white-hot brilliance. Pain coursed through him, but it wasnt just physical. It was something deeper, something that seemed to unravel the very fabric of his being. When the pain subsided, Rancent blinked, his hands trembling. He looked down at them, amazed to see they were still whole, still attached. But something had changed. He felt anchored, solid in a way he hadnt before. His mind, too, was sharper, clearer than it had ever been. Thoughts that once felt jumbled now flowed smoothly, decisively. The void around him began to dissolve. The cracks in the darkness widened, light spilling through, and the world shattered entirely, replaced by something new, something far more real. Rancent stood, breathing deeply, his heart steady. Whatever this test had been, he had passed. Chapter 14. A Quiet Library Rancents awakening was sluggish, like surfacing from the depths of a heavy, dreamless sleep. His heartbeat thrummed unevenly in his earsslow, irregular, and oddly muted, as though someone had thrown a thick curtain over it. There was a dull pressure in his chest, not painful, but weighty, like he carried something foreign yet essential. Stone pressed against his back, cold and unyielding, and a faint, herbal scent lingered in the aira mix of incense and something sharper, almost metallic. He blinked his eyes open, squinting at first, but no blinding light greeted him this timejust a soft, golden glow. It emanated from the walls, the ceiling, and even the air around him, faint threads of energy flowing in calm, deliberate streams. It wasnt overwhelming, but it was everywhere. He instinctively reached for his chest, brushing his fingertips over the skin where he expected to find some scar or mark, but there was nothing. Just the quiet thrum of his pulse, stronger now, yet still unfamiliar. Rancent sat up, his movements stiff and deliberate, as though testing his own limbs. The air felt different, thicker, as if laced with an unseen presence that wasnt hostile but watchful. He noticed the threads againgolden, silvery, and faintly blue, coiling and weaving between objects and surfaces. They pulsed faintly, alive in a way he couldnt quite describe. What is this? he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. The Ether reacted. It curled lazily toward his hand, drawn by his voice or perhaps something deeper within him. It wasnt chaotic or hostile; it felt orderly, calm, and deliberate, like the silent turning of gears in a well-maintained clock. When the strands touched his skin, a faint warmth spread through him, soothing and steadying, as though the world itself had acknowledged his presence. He didnt feel afraid, but he did feel changed. He rose to his feet, glancing around the chapel. The place was quiet except for the distant murmur of chanting. Golden threads of Ether lined the walls, etched into the very stones like veins of light. The sight wasnt overwhelming, but it demanded his attention in a way that was almost magnetic. He followed the soft glow with his eyes, his footsteps soundless on the cold floor as he moved toward the exit. Then, the sound of familiar footsteps broke the silence. Rancent? He froze, turning just in time to see Finnian emerge from the shadows. His friends expression flickered between relief and worry, his silver-threaded Ether gleaming faintly as it pulsed in time with his quickened breath. Where have you been? Finnian asked, his voice low but insistent. He stepped closer, his sharp gaze sweeping over Rancent. You look He hesitated, searching for the right words. Different. Rancent opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. A sudden, sharp pressure gripped his temples, not painful but firm, as though something had gently but decisively closed a door in his mind. He frowned, trying again, but the sensation returned, subtle and undeniable. He couldnt speak of itwhatever it was.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Finnians eyes narrowed, his concern deepening. Youre not hurt, are you? he asked, stepping closer. Rancent shook his head slowly. No Im fine, he murmured, the words coming easier now. They felt true, even if they werent the whole truth. Finnian studied him for a moment longer before nodding. We need to talk, he said, his tone firm. But not here. Come on. Without waiting for a response, Finnian turned and gestured for Rancent to follow. They moved through the chapel quietly, avoiding the clusters of Ether-bright figures gathered near the altar. The faint threads guided their path, subtle and precise, leading them away from prying eyes and toward the library at the far end of the church. - Ive been looking for you everywhere, and here you are, slumped next to a couple of shelves in the study room, Finnian said, stepping into the dimly lit space. His tone was teasing but soft, his eyes scanning Rancent with thinly veiled concern. Rancent glanced up, barely mustering a response. The annoyance he might have felt at Finnians interruption didnt come, replaced instead by an odd sense of calm. It was unsettlingforeign even. Finnian looked the same, yet there was something different about him now. He wasnt just curious; he seemed grounded, as though a part of him had quietly matured. I was thinking Finnian hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. The baptism is still going on. Would you like to accompany me? It might helpclear your head, I mean. Rancent blinked, the offer catching him off guard. For a moment, he considered it, but the thought of facing the chanting crowds and the oppressive light was unbearable. He shook his head, his voice calm but firm. No. Not right now. Finnian frowned, leaning slightly closer. You sure? Its not like you to miss something like this. Im fine, Rancent said quickly, brushing off the concern. Theres just something I need to figure out first. Finnian hesitated but nodded. Alright, he said, his voice quieter now. Then let me help you figure it out. The library was cloaked in a hushed stillness, the golden glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the towering shelves. The scent of aged parchment and wax hung in the air, heavy and comforting all at once. Finnian shut the door behind them with a soft click, cutting off the faint echoes of the baptism ceremony. His gaze swept over the room, a glimmer of familiarity in his eyes. Do you always retreat when somethings bothering you, he remarked lightly, breaking the silence. Rancent sank into one of the long wooden chairs at the center of the room, crossing one leg over the other. The table beneath his hand was smooth and worn from centuries of use. His gaze drifted upward to the endless rows of books lining the walls, their spines glinting faintly in the candlelight. Its peaceful, Rancent murmured, half to himself. Like the rest of the world doesnt exist in here. Finnian studied him for a moment before stepping toward the shelves. If youre not going to tell me whats going on, then Ill figure it out myself. He ran his fingers along the bindings, scanning the titles with practiced ease. Rancent watched him without comment, his calm demeanor unshaken. He felt no urge to argue or push Finnian away. Instead, he sat back, letting the subtle rhythm of Finnians movements fill the silence. What exactly are you looking for? Rancent asked eventually, his voice quieter than usual. Finnian pulled a thick, leather-bound tome from the shelf and flipped it open. Anything that explains what happened to you back there, he replied simply. Chapter 15. Secret Techniques The library was steeped in silence, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as Finnian flipped through the leather-bound tome. His eyes, sharp and focused, darted over the words, but his thoughts circled Rancent. Something was different. It wasnt just the faint glow clinging to his friends figure, but the way the air around him felt heavier, charged, like standing too close to a thunderstorm about to break. Finnian wasnt used to seeing aurashis grasp on Ether was more abstractbut even he couldnt deny the faint shimmer of light wrapping itself around Rancent like a second skin. It wasnt vibrant or holy like the Saints blinding aura. No, this was subdued, muted, like the afterglow of embers left in the wake of a fire. Youve got something around you now, Finnian finally said, closing the book with a deliberate snap. His voice cut through the heavy quiet, his tone measured but with a curious edge. I can see it, even if its faint. Rancent raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. Something? An aura, Finnian clarified, motioning vaguely with his hands as though trying to shape the word into something tangible. Not like the Saintshis is blinding, almost unbearable to look at. Yours is softer, quieter, but still there. Like a whisper just at the edge of hearing. Rancent leaned back in his chair, the weight of the words settling over him. His expression remained unreadable, but his brow furrowed ever so slightly. I dont feel anything, he admitted after a pause, flexing his fingers as if testing the space around them. I feel different, though. Like somethings shifted, but I cant put it into words. Its not bad. Just foreign. Like it doesnt entirely belong to me. Finnian tilted his head slightly, studying him as if trying to piece together a puzzle. His silver-threaded Ether flickered faintly, betraying his rising curiosity. What happened to you back there? he asked, his voice dropping a fraction. You dont just wake up glowing. Something mustve changed. Rancents gaze flickered to the floor, his jaw tightening. The question hung in the air like smoke, unanswered, as his thoughts drifted back to the moment he awoke. I saw something, he admitted finally, the words hesitant as though he were still trying to make sense of them. Shapes. Symbols. Nothey were something else entirely, not from here. They didnt belong to this world. But in that moment, I understood them. Completely. It was like they were speaking directly to me, not in words but in something deeper, something primal. Finnians posture straightened, his focus sharpening. He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees as his eyes locked onto Rancent. What kind of shapes? I dont know anymore, Rancent said, his voice tightening with frustration. I try to remember, but the moment I do, its like my mind cant hold on to it. It slips awayno, its worse than that. My thoughts collapse in on themselves. He let out a shaky exhale, pressing his hands against his temples as though the pressure might somehow ease the memory back into focus. Its unbearable. Finnian frowned, the creases of concern deepening on his face. Unbearable how? Do they hurt? Or is it something else? Rancent hesitated, his fingers twitching as though he were reaching for an answer that refused to come. Its not pain, not in the way youd think, he said slowly. Its weight. Pressure. Like somethings forcing its way into my head, and my mind isnt strong enough to hold it. Its like staring into something too big to comprehend, and the longer I try, the more it unravels me. Finnian stayed silent, his silver-threaded Ether flickering faintly as he absorbed Rancents words. He leaned back slightly, his fingers lacing together as he considered his response. When you say you understood themthese symbolswhat do you mean? Did they show you something? Rancent shook his head, his frustration mounting. It wasnt like that. It wasnt something I could see, not with my eyes. It was like they were rewriting me. Changing me, piece by piece, in ways I couldnt fight or even resist. And in that moment, it made sense. It felt like clarity, but now He trailed off, his voice catching. Now its like the memory is made of smoke. I cant grab hold of it. Every time I try, it breaks me apart again.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Finnian tilted his head slightly, his silver-threaded Ether flaring faintly as though in response to something. Do you think theyre still there? he asked cautiously. The symbols, I mean. Are they still in you? How would I be able to tell? Rancent asked. Hmm.. Finnian murmured. He scratched his cheek while looking to the upper left, and his eyes lightened like he finally found some solution. Here, let me share something with you.. Back then, when the first generation of choir boys were still in the church, they were taught a secret technique confined in the church. Rancent was surprised to hear this.. Some secret technique only the church knew? This place must of been high ranking, or in high status like the royal guard from earlier.. Although, he probably shouldnt have said earlier, because he has no idea how long he was knocked out. Whats the technique? Rancent questioned. Its like your newfound ability to see the aura around others. Back then, the Saints name was recorded in the books found back then to when they learnt the technique. Allegedly, the Saint taught them this technique because of the competition between the old churches. Rancent was shocked, no wonder they call him the Saint of Youth now! His skin probably never cracked a second of his lifetime. Well.. How long ago has the first generation of choir boys joined the church? He asked. Hmm.. The book was created about three hundred years ago, so that should give you answer your question itself.. The Saint really is amazing! He stood in shock as soon as he heard the word three hundred.. How can he live so long? Just how old is he? So many questions were left unanswered, but before Rancent could speak, he took notice of Finnian walking around the chair to get a pair of glasses. Hehe.. Finnian murmured. He propped up the glasses with one finger, his hand on his waist and his legs taking a wide stance. Dont look so surprised, Rancent. The Saint isnt like us mere mortals, Finnian said with a smirk, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose. But this technique? Its something even we can learnwell, with practice. Rancent blinked, still grappling with the weight of what Finnian had just shared. So youre saying the Saint himself gave this ability to the first choir boys? What for? What could they possibly need it for? Finnians smirk faded, his expression turning more serious. Power Back then, the churches were at each others throats, fighting to prove their superiority. The ability to see and manipulate Ether gave the Saints followers an edge. If you could see the flows of energy around someone, you could read their intentions, exploit their weaknesses, or even He trailed off, his silver-threaded Ether flickering. Silence saturated the room. Rancents brow furrowed. And now its just a secret technique buried in some book? Not exactly, Finnian said, adjusting the glasses again. Its still taught to some, but only those the church deems worthy. I wasnt supposed to learn it, technically, but you know how I am. His grin returned, sly and self-assured. Rancent crossed his arms, his skepticism mounting. So, youre telling me you can teach me this technique? Finnian shrugged, his tone light but his eyes sharp. In theory, yes. But I should warn youits not something you can master overnight. It takes a certain openness to the Ether around you. And judging by the state youre in, you might want to figure out whats going on with your aura before diving into something this intense. Rancent hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands. The memory of the symbolsthose incomprehensible shapesstill gnawed at the edges of his mind. I dont know if Im ready for something like that, he admitted quietly. I dont even understand whats happening to me right now. Finnians expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Rancents shoulder. Thats exactly why you need to start. This technique might not give you all the answers, but its a step in the right direction. Rancent looked up at him, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. You really think itll help? I wouldnt suggest it if I didnt, Finnian said, his voice steady. Rancent let out a faint laugh, though it lacked real humor. Somehow, that doesnt fill me with confidence. Finnian grinned, stepping back and gesturing dramatically with his arms. You really dont trust me that much? Cmon, cmon! Finnian had returned to his childlike behavior he emitted before, the room got tense before, but it finally became playful again. All right, he said finally. Teach me. Chapter 16. “Saint.” Finnian''s grin faded to something more measured, a glint of thoughtfulness sharpening his gaze. His silver-threaded Ether flickered faintly in the dim room as he paced, energy taut yet deliberate. "You''re not just sensing Ether," he said, voice quieter now. "You''re inviting it. Think of it like water-fluid, untamed. You can''t force it to flow where you want. You guide it, shape it." Rancent''s brow furrowed. "And how am I supposed to do that?" Finnian gestured to the floor. "Sit." With a reluctant sigh, Rancent lowered himself, mimicking Finnian''s cross-legged posture. His back was stiff, and his hands rested awkwardly on his knees. "Close your eyes," Finnian instructed. His tone softened, as if coaxing a skittish animal. "Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Forget the room, forget me. Focus only on the space around you." Despite his skepticism, Rancent obeyed. His breathing slowed, and the weight of the room faded. At first, there was only darkness behind his eyelids, a blank void that pressed against his senses. But thena flicker. It wasn''t light, exactly, but a vibration, faint and elusive. "You''re starting to see it," Finnian murmured. "It''s barely there," Rancent admitted. "Like... smoke in the distance." "That''s how it begins. Don''t chase it-just watch." The shimmer grew, weaving subtle patterns in the dark. Rancent noticed how the threads seemed to shift in response to his attention, like grass bending to the wind. "Now," Finnian''s voice was steady, "extend your intent. Don''t grab itlet it sense you." Rancent frowned, unsure how to "extend intent." But as he focused, the patterns drifted toward him, curious yet tentative. A warmth bloomed in his chest, subtle but steady. "Good," Finnian said. "But careful now-Ether doesn''t respond well to force." The warmth wavered, then settled. The threads brushed against Rancent like strands of silk caught in a breeze. His eyes opened, the sensation lingering. "What was that?" he asked, flexing his fingers. Finnian''s expression was one of quiet satisfaction. "Your first connection. Subtle, but now you''ve felt it." Rancent stared at his hands, uncertain. "What now?" "Now," Finnian said, standing with a fluid motion, "We weave." Before Rancent could question further, Finnian raised a hand. The threads in the room responded instantly, drawn toward his palm. They twisted and intertwined, forming a faint sigil that pulsed like a living thing. "Weaving isn''t about control," Finnian said softly. "It''s creation. The threads respond to your will, your emotions. But if you''re not careful..." He flicked his wrist, and the sigil unraveled into nothingness. The room shifted. A faint, charged energy prickled Rancent''s skin. Finnian''s posture stiffened. "Uh-oh," he muttered. "What?" Finnian''s gaze darted toward the door. "Your aura flared. And... someone noticed." A cold pressure descended on the room, heavy and suffocating. The walls seemed to warp under its weight. Rancent''s stomach knotted as a presence-vast and ancient-pressed against his senses. "Stay still," Finnian whispered, barely audible.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. "Don''t move. Don''t speak." The pressure deepened. The air felt thick, almost viscous. Then, with a slow creak, the door opened. Golden eyes glinted through the shadows, sharp and unyielding. Silence stretched, taut and electric. The figure stood motionless, radiating an authority that left the room trembling. Rancent''s breath caught in his throat. Finnian''s lips barely moved. "Saint," he mouthed. The weight in the room sharpened, as though waiting for one wrong move to snap it entirely.
The figure stepped forward, golden eyes gleaming beneath the dim light. A cloak of ethereal threads shimmered faintly around them, whispering like wind through leaves. Rancent''s pulse quickened. There was no mistaking that aura-Saint of Igdur. Youth and Age entwined into one presence, ancient and untamed. Rancent fought to steady his breathing. His newfound Ether connection flickered under the weight of the saint''s presence, threatening to dissolve entirely. Finnian shifted subtly, placing himself between Rancent and the figure. His calm demeanor remained intact, but Rancent caught the faint tremor in his fingers. "Saint of Igdur," Finnian greeted, voice low and measured. "A rare honor." The saint''s lips curled slightly, though whether in amusement or disdain was unclear. "Finnian Darrow." Their voice was layered, as though generations of wisdom spoke through them. Finnian inclined his head. "I''m flattered you remember me." The Saint smacked his tongue. How could I not remember you? Always causing problems in a holy church of order? You are rememberable. The saint''s gaze flicked past him to Rancent, sharp as a blade. "And this... fledgling? Unstable. Dangerous." Their eyes gleamed with a flicker of judgment. "Why is he tampering with threads beyond his comprehension?" Rancent tensed, bracing himself for condemnation. But Finnian''s voice cut through the tension. "He''s learning," Finnian said smoothly. "A little rough around the edges, but aren''t we all at the start?" The saint''s eyes narrowed. "Teaching recklessness leads to ruin, Darrow. You know that better than most." Their tone was edged with warning. "True," Finnian admitted. "But l''ve also learned that stifling potential is just as fatal." A charged silence hung between them. The weight of the saint''s presence pressed harder against the room, as if testing Finnian''s resolve. Rancent clenched his fists, Ether trembling faintly at the edges of his senses. He wanted to speak, to defend himself, but Finnian''s subtle hand gesture held him back. "He''s no threat to you," Finnian said, his tone steady. The Saint rubbed in between his eyebrows with two fingers while holding up the hand that rubbed his nose bridge on his other crossed arm. Its a threat to the church. You cannot just go around and teach random people the secrets of the energetic manipulation. I bet he wouldnt even be able to use it right. Finnian''s lips quirked, a flicker of daring sparking in his eyes despite the weight of the saint''s presence. "I guess that depends on your definition of ''right!" The saint''s expression darkened, golden eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. "This isn''t a game, Darrow. Weaving is sacred-a gift from the gods. One wrong twist, and a novice can unravel far more than they intend." Rancent stiffened at the rebuke, heat rising to his face. "I''m not just some novice messing around." His voice cracked slightly, but he held the saint''s gaze. "I want to understand itto get better." The saint''s gaze sharpened. "Wanting isn''t enough. Discipline, intent, and reverence are what separate wielders from catastrophes waiting to happen." Finnian stepped forward, his presence unshaken despite the suffocating pressure. "And that''s exactly why he''s learning under me." The saint crossed their arms, threads shimmering faintly around their cloak like ripples on water. "Teaching him will make you responsible for his mistakes. Are you prepared for that?" Finnian didn''t flinch. "I''m always responsible for my choices." Finnian didn''t flinch. "I''m always responsible for my choices." The saint studied him for a long moment, their eyes flickering with something unreadable. Finally, they exhaled sharply, tension easing by a fraction. "You may be reckless, but you aren''t a fool," they conceded, though their tone remained wary. "If he faltersif he tears at the fabric of balanceit will be on your head, Darrow." "Noted," Finnian said with a faint smile. "But I have a good track record for cleaning up my messes." A good track record for cleaning up his messes? He looked like one himself, the way sweat beads were dripping down his cheek bones! Rancent thought to himself. The saint''s lips pressed into a thin line. "We shall see." Their gaze flickered to Rancent one last time. "Remember this: respect the threads, or they will twist against you. And when they do" their voice dropped to a low warning, "even Darrow won''t be able to save you." With a final glimmer of golden eyes, the saint turned, the weight of their presence lifting as they strode toward the door. Chapter 17. Deciphering the Sigils The Saint of Igdur''s sharp golden gaze lingered on Finnian and Rancent. The air still bristled with his presence, thick and heavy with unspoken judgment. Rancent could feel the lingering remnants of Ether he''d inadvertently stirred-the threads trembling at the edges of his senses. "I will not warn you again, Darrow," the Saint said, voice cold and deliberate. "These teachings are not for reckless experimentation. They are sacred tools, reserved for those under the proper path." With that parting statement, the Saint''s presence receded. The room, still thick with tension, slowly eased back to normal. Finnian exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly as the Saint''s aura fully faded. "Well," Finnian muttered under his breath, "that could''ve gone worse." Rancent rubbed his temples. "Worse? We almost got annihilated by that guy." Finnian chuckled. "Welcome to learning magic, it''s a contact sport." Rancent''s frown deepened. "If this is what it takes, I''m not sure it''s worth it." Finnian''s expression sobered. "You felt it, didn''t vou? That connection? The potential?" Rancent reluctantly nodded. Even under the Saint''s crushing presence, there had been a moment where the swirling threads had responded to him, fragile but unmistakable. "That was only the first step," Finnian said, sitting down once more. "Next, we start learning how to read the threads, decipher their meaning, and translate them into something usable." Rancent''s brow furrowed. "Decipher?" Finnian gestured to the faint remnants of the sigil still flickering in the room. "Ether isn''t just energy. It has a language. Sigils are its words. If you can decipher them, you can command them-but only if you understand their balance." As Finnian spoke, the faint threads of Ether shimmered, forming complex patterns around them. They spiraled and knotted into abstract shapes, some flickering with chaotic energy, while others held rigid, orderly forms. "Here," Finnian said, extending his hand toward a glowing sigil in the air. "Try clearing this one first. Focus on the edges-the outermost threads-and feel where they''re tangled." Rancent hesitated but followed Finnian''s instructions. His Ether sense was still faint, like listening to a conversation through thick glass. He could barely make out the threads'' intricacies. "Breathe," Finnian reminded him. "Don''t force it. Just observe." Slowly, the threads came into focus. They shimmered with faint hues, and Rancent could see where they knotted unnaturally. Carefully, he extended his intent toward the tangled section, not grasping but guiding it apart. The sigil shifted, and a sudden clarity washed over Rancent. A single word echoed in his mind: Anchor. The realization hit him like a spark of lightning. The sigil wasn''t just a shape-it was a command, a manifestation of an ability waiting to be unlocked. "You did it," Finnian said, his voice tinged with surprise. "You decoded your first sigil."If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Rancent''s breath was unsteady. "It said... Anchor." Finnian''s grin returned. "Good. That''s your first ability-Anchor. You''re already resonating with Cekros." Rancent flexed his fingers, still buzzing with the aftershock of the discovery. "So, what now?" "Now," Finnian said, "we test it." He stood and gestured toward the center of the room. "Manifest the anchor. Focus on that word-Anchor-and visualize it latching onto the space around you." Rancent inhaled deeply, summoning the word in his mind. Anchor. His Ether flared, and suddenly an invisible force latched onto the room. The air thickened, movements becoming sluggish and deliberate. Finnian''s normally fluid steps faltered as if gravity itself had doubled. Finnian laughed, the sound strained. "Yep... that''s definitely an anchor." Rancent''s eyes widened. "I did it?" Finnian shrugged his shoulders. How the hell should I know? Ive never witnessed a Cekros Devotee up until now. The only people that actually devote themselves to deitys are of higher power and havent taught us things like this. But, with the secret technique we learned from the Saint, we learnt how to also identify curses and abnormalities in energy and bodily injuries. [So, what he was saying is that he made the concept of sigil deciphering all based off the concept of weaving? Damn, Finnian was a natural!] Rancent thought. "I guess you did it," Finnian confirmed. "But remember-it''s not just about locking things down. It''s about balance. An anchor can stabilize the things its attached to. Take yourself as an example. Through mastery this ability can become even better if used correctly. Well, what does it exactly do other than just slow others down? Rancent asked. Well, the deity you resonate with is related to order and balance. So if we connect this physically, it might slow the person down inside the domain. But mentally, it inflicts peace and truth upon the people inside of the anchor. If you attach someone to the anchor by visualization, you could probably ground someone. Think of it as a support or kind of healing technique. Unfortunately, little Rancents brain could only comprehend so much. I can try, lets see Before Rancent could even use Anchor once more, Finnian pulled out a book, returning to his childlike ways. Before you use it, can I document what I have witnessed so far? This is a moment in history! The first Cekros devotee in the Julius Fowleri Church of Igdur and Cekros! And to first at sight see the abilities of a fresh devotee.. Im just bathing in excitement! Finnian had finally let go of his cool and composed behavior, becoming a child once again. But, Rancent didnt read a lot of books, so he was confused. Uh, sure! Rancent cheered. As Finnian flipped open his book, the pages fluttered like excited wings, and his pen hovered over the page, eager to record every detail. Rancent shifted uncomfortably, his mind still reeling from the activation of Anchor. The room felt oddly suffocating now, as if it was aware of the weight that had been added to their training. "Alright, Rancent, hold still. Let me document the first known Cekros Devotee," Finnian said, his voice practically bouncing with enthusiasm. "I need to capture every nuance! You know, for science!" He glanced up from his scribbling with a grin, then continued feverishly writing, oblivious to Rancent''s growing discomfort. Rancent scratched the back of his head, unsure of how to handle the situation. "So, uh... what happens now? I mean, do I keep doing this? Do I learn more?" Finnian paused, pen still in midair, as if considering Rancent''s question for the first time. "Well," he said, tapping the edge of the book thoughtfully, "this is only the beginning. You''ve unlocked your first sigil, which is impressive. Most people take months, even years, to begin resonating with their deity. But for you... this is just one of many you''ll learn. Cekros is all about balance. The Anchor? That''s just the tip of the iceberg." Hm.. You seem very excited for a rule breaker, yet youre interested in me whos devoted to a Deity of order, and balance. Isnt there some contradiction here? Rancent said deviously. He raised his shoulder and grinned, like a sly fox. Speaking of, isnt it nighttime now? I must of been knocked out from long in that place back then. Id rather not visualize it again, Rancent chuckled. Ah yes, of course.. I never got to show you the sleeping quarters, but Im sure theres a spot for you somewhere. Finnian replied. Thank you, Finnian. Rancent had smiled, but he looked to the side as he blew out the candle that had kept the light resonating in the room. He walked alongside Finnian as he thought about Maeve. They walked down the halls, finally reaching the sleeping rooms, and laid their eyes to rest. Goodnight Rancent. Finnian whispered. Goodnight, Fin.