《Dukes of the Planes》


 Chapter 1

    Standing in the middle of a grassy meadow, hidden deep within a forest of dense and tall trees, grazed a mysterious creature. It was twice the height of a man, had a dirty brown coat, thick white fur around its neck, and walked upon four strongly muscled legs. Sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting long shadows across the open field. Occasionally, the creature''s ears twitched and its nose quivered as if sensing an unseen threat. It grazed quietly, though its movements to different corners of the meadow carried a sense of caution. However, unbeknown to the creature, hidden in the dense foliage, was a ring of hunters. They moved under the forest¡¯s cover with sharp spears of wood, each step muffled by the soft carpet of leaves and moss while they completed their encirclement. Gradually, each hunter pulled back their spears and steadied their arms, patiently waiting for the right moment.


    CRACK! Suddenly, a sharp snapping echoed through the meadow, only to be immediately drowned out by the piercing tweet of an unseen bird. The creature tensed and raised its fur neck upon hearing the sound. It searched around with its glossy red eyes before cautiously stepping back. Instantly, the hunters pulled back their arms in unison and hurled their spears with deadly precision at the creature.


    THUD, THUD, THUD! The creature swayed for a few steps, each limb and vital point penetrated by spears as thick as a man¡¯s finger. Slowly, its red eyes turned lifeless and dim, and with a final shudder, its massive frame abruptly collapsed onto the soft grass.


    The hunters rose silently from the underbrush, their silhouettes sharp against the forest. One by one, they emerged from cover, moving with deliberate care, scanning the surrounding woods for any sign of danger. Soon the muscle-bound and long-haired hunters surrounded the corpse. Many had unsightly scars to match the grim expressions on their faces, and apart from loincloths around their waists, they were otherwise stark naked.


    One among them walked up to the animal''s head before crouching and closing its eyelids. He took a moment to mumble a chant before turning back to the men. "Fuon, change of plans. You''ll stay here." He ran his eyes around the rest. "The rest of you know what to do." Without waiting for confirmation, his gaze turned to the outer circle. "Ion," he barked, eyebrows pinched as he moved toward the trees. "Change of plans. Follow me, we''re on watch."


    The hunter named Ion clenched his jaw and followed after the man. The remaining hunters didn''t break concentration and focused on preparing the beast''s corpse. However, one among them lingered, his jaw tight and fist curling as he stared after the two departing men.


    The man reached the end of the meadow and melded into the forest, briefly disappearing from Ion''s view. Ion followed and vanished into the undergrowth of the woods. After walking a few steps he spotted the man standing hand extended beneath a particularly massive tree.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    "Blood travels farther than sound. We¡¯ll keep watch from above. Even if this area is quiet, there¡¯s no guarantee what the scent might draw," he remarked as he removed his hand. He turned to Ion, "Let''s go."


    Ion nodded sharply, standing back to observe as the man began scaling the tree, his movements precise and practiced. Soon, a low-pitched chirp came down from up high, the signal for Ion to follow.


    Ion straightened his back and placed his hand against the bark, feeling for its roughness or smoothness. He gave the tree a quick once-over before grabbing onto a branch, making sure it was shoulder-high and thick as his wrist before pulling himself up. Upon climbing onto the branch, he quickly bent his knees to regain his balance and searched for another branch to ascend. Unfortunately, the only usable branch was too high to reach, so he placed his feet flat against the trunk and wrapped it in his arms. He carefully felt for grooves and ridges in the bark, and once he was certain of his hand position he began to shimmy up the tree. It wasn¡¯t long before he rejoined the man, having ascended the tree at a steady pace.


    ¡°Your climbing skills have improved,¡± the man observed, his narrowed gaze scanning the forest as Ion pulled himself onto a branch adjacent to him.


    ¡°I had a good teacher,¡± Ion replied, slightly winded. He placed his hand against the bark, carefully testing his weight against the tree. ¡°But I still have a lot to learn, Hunt Master.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m glad you have some measure of self-awareness. Then it should be obvious what I have to say.¡±


    Ion swallowed heavily and adverted his eyes. ¡°I stepped on a branch, and the sound startled the elafiot¨¦ras. If you hadn''t whistled the signal it would have been spooked."


    The Hunt Master¡¯s eyes flicked to Ion. "That wasn¡¯t your only mistake. Your throw was off. Instead of your spear penetrating its knee you hit its thigh. It may not seem significant, but in the chaos of a hunt, that slight error could mean the difference between life and death for you or your fellow huntsmen."


    The space momentarily grew quiet, the symphony of nature the only sound to be heard. Ion closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking a moment to impress upon himself the sensations of the forest. He felt the wind against his skin, smelt the raw and unapologetic scents of the forest, and listened to the cries of its residents.


    Having calmed down, Ion reopened his eyes before turning to the Hunt Master. ¡°Thank you for your guidance. I¡¯ve let you and my fellow huntsmen down, but I''ll do my best to regain your trust.¡±


    ¡°Well, you haven¡¯t been showing me you¡¯re sorry,¡± he replied sternly, turning to the surrounding woods. "We came to keep watch, yet have you faced the forest for even one moment?¡±


    Ion froze, his heart sinking.


    The Hunt Master stared deep into Ion''s eyes, as if searching his soul. A faint smile cracked his lips. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. You¡¯re still young.¡± He slapped Ion''s back. ¡°If all prospective hunters already knew how to hunt, who would I have to teach?¡±


    Ion''s lips curled into a wry smile.


    The Hunt Master¡¯s grin widened, clearly enjoying the moment. "Ion, your talents are immense, and your senses are disturbingly sharp." He gave Ion another slap on the back. "I have high hopes for you."


    With a fluid motion, the Hunt Master swung his leg over the branch and lowered himself. "Anyway, let¡¯s head back. They should have finished by now."


    Ion nodded absently, mulling over the Hunt Master¡¯s words. He watched the man reach the ground before starting his descent.

 Chapter 2

    Ion and the Hunt Master emerged from the forest and walked into the meadow, instantly drawing the gazes of their fellow huntsmen. The Hunt Master looked around the clearing, noting the skinned and quartered elafiot¨¦ras. He stared hard as he moved toward the dead animal, enthralled by its beautiful and graceful visage.


    CRACK! He turned to see a large branch fall into a hunter''s waiting arms. Glancing upward, he spotted a second hunter climbing down the tree.


    "Hunt Master."


    Turning back, the Hunt Master saw the hunters fixing him with expectant stares. He squatted next to the elafiot¨¦ras'' carcass, forcing a wide grin into a grim line. "The innards?"


    "In the sack," came the reply.


    Upon receiving the affirmative reply, he turned to Ion. ¡°You and Fafon will be the first team to share the load of the elafiot¨¦ras." He then turned to the surrounding hunters. "I''ll lay a few false trails. Who knows what creatures could be attracted by the bloody smell?" He picked up the woven sack. "Hopefully, this will throw most of them off." He stood up and began walking away.


    The Hunter Master suddenly paused and glanced back. "Hutu¡¯s in charge. He¡¯ll plan the path," he stated matter-of-factly, nodding at a particularly rough-looking hunter. The hunter growled in response.


    His words acknowledged he turned back to the men. "Take his words as mine." He slung the sack over his shoulder. "Hurry men, you must leave while the trail is safe." He looked around, confirming his words'' impact. Seeing the serious looks of the hunters he nodded in satisfaction. "I''m leaving now. Leave as soon as you finish tying up the elafiot¨¦ras." With that, he disappeared into the forest.


    No sooner had he left than the hunters sprang into action, quickly tying the quartered limbs and skin to the branch before wrapping them in a layering of leaves. They also selected a variation of large and small bones before storing them in a leather sack. Hutu took charge of the group, directing each hunter with precise albeit rough-sounding instructions, showcasing his wealth of knowledge and experience.


    "Straight, then right," he growled, jabbing his stick into the dirt to carve a crude map. "Past the river, if safe, rest. Then downhill, follow water. Rocky ground leads to the cave."


    Hutu threw the stick into the forest. "Surd and Yill, lead. Puty scouts front; Suio and Lak, the back. Rest, surround the carriers"


    Hutu pointed at the quartered carcass tied to the broken branch. "Fafon, take the lead, Ion carry end. We rotate at the stream." He nodded his head and smiled, his sharp canines showing. "Good plan."


    "Got it, Hutu," Ion replied, stretching his arms. He and the hunter named Fafon exchanged cold glances before wordlessly moving to their directed positions, carefully maintaining a healthy distance. They squatted, grabbed the branches'' ends, and hefted it onto their shoulders.


    Hutu carefully observed the group before nodding in satisfaction. "Move."


    With that, the hunters entered the forest, moving in the opposite direction of the Hunt Master.


    <hr>


    "Any sign of them, Char?"


    The man¡ªChar, apparently¡ªlooked over from his perch on the broad branch. Climbing the tree was a fellow hunter, Sax. Sax was dressed like all hunters; naked apart from a dirty loincloth over his groin, and had long braids covering his face. Char waited until he reached the top and sat beside him before shaking his head. "I haven''t seen anything yet," he replied softly, carefully observing the expansive trees and foliage below.


    Sax grew quiet, leaving Char to listen to the crash of the distant river


    "You think something¡¯s wrong?" Sax asked, breaking the silence. He twiddled his thumbs and nervously glanced at Char.


    Char shifted on the bough, mindful not to disturb its delicate balance. "Of course not. They were well prepared," he scoffed. Why do you think they were patient in observing the elafiot¨¦ras?"


    "You''re right," Sax replied slowly. He slouched and sighed in relief. "I should relax. They''ve probably crossed the Tachyro¨ªs River and will be back¡ª"


    SQUEAK! Startled, Char broke off and stared into the forest. "The signal." He turned to Sax, ignoring his startled expression. "Hurry, the reply!"


    Sax recovered from his state of irony and hurriedly got to his feet, nearly falling off the bough, before whistling into the forest.


    SHRIEK! Char''s head swiveled from left to right, watching the forest for any movement, Suddenly, a group of hunters materialized from within the forest. They rose like specters from the shadows and crawled out of the bushes and foliage.


    Char''s heart skipped and bubbled as they walked toward him. They appeared grim, serious, and tempered¡ªeverything a man should be. Char and Sax hurriedly climbed down, landing on the ground as the hunters reached the tree.


    "Cave," Hutu grunted, staring past Char at a sheer rock cliff a distance away. He hunched forward in exhaustion and staggered past Char. "Home."A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Char excitedly turned and watched as he walked up the path and disappeared past a large boulder, barely noting Sax following close behind him.


    "Hey, Char."


    Char turned to see Ion walking toward him. "Ion," he replied, barely restraining his curiosity. "How was the hunt?" he asked in what he hoped was a casual tone.


    Ion smirked and jerked his head backward. "Look for yourself."


    Char glanced over Ion''s shoulder, his eyes widening as the remaining hunters passed, having seen two among them with the carcass tied branch. He switched back to Ion, hands quivering. "Are my eyes deceiving me? You got a¡ª" He broke off and turned once more to look at the hunt.


    Ion nodded his head proudly and whispered excitedly. "Yes, it''s an elafiot¨¦ras."


    A smile brightened Char''s face and his head swiveled back to Ion. "That''s amazing¡ª!"


    CRACK! A sudden noise shattered the quiet, sending a flock of birds screaming upward. Char and Ion froze, their gazes locking as they dropped low. Ion tapped Char''s shoulder and raised his fingers to his lips. He slowly removed a stone knife attached to his loincloth and began to creep forward, keeping his body as close to the ground as possible.


    After a thorough search, Ion dismissed the noise as a small animal. He carefully sheathed the knife before standing up, eyes still searching the forest despite his conclusion.


    Char caught his gaze and gave him a questioning look. Ion shook his head as he walked toward him before offering Char his hand.


    Char exhaled heavily as he grasped Ion''s extended arm and got pulled to his feet.


    The interruption was a stark reminder of the forest''s unforgiving nature¡ªa place where composure was not a luxury, but a necessity.


    "Well," Char started. "You should go rest. I''ll get back to the watch."


    "Ok," Ion said. "Watch out for the Hunt Master."


    Char nodded and wrapped his arms around the tree trunk to begin his climb.


    Ion watched until Char was safely up the tree before quietly following the hunters.


    Ion marched around the boulder before grounding to a halt. He inhaled deeply and turned his gaze toward the surrounding woods, watching the foliage and undergrowth of the forest sway with the wind.


    ¡°Ion, where is Char?¡±


    The voice startled him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned to find Fafon leaning casually against the cliff wall, his arms crossed.


    Fafon kicked off the wall and strolled toward him with a slight bounce. "Sax says he needs Char''s help dressing the elafiot¨¦ras."


    "He''s still on watch," Ion said. "I''ll help Sax instead."


    Fafon shook his head. "Always covering for him, aren¡¯t you? You know everyone has a job to do," he stated, resting his right hand on Ion''s shoulder. "You did your part during the hunt, kick up your feet and relax."


    Ion shrugged off Fafon''s hand and continued down the path. "Take his place out here if you want him dressing the elafiot¨¦ras." He glanced over his shoulder, staring into the foreboding woods. "All alone. Only you, the trees, and the beasts."


    SQUACK! As if to make his point, a loud noise sounded from deep within the forest, startling Fafon and Ion.


    Fafon''s eyes briefly narrowed and his mouth drew into a thin line. "I''d rather not. Anyway, why can''t he do both?" Fafon replied, a cocky smirk on his face. "If he wants to join us on hunts he should be able to do at least that much."


    Ion tuned out Fafon''s voice and continued down the rocky path, leaving the greens of the untamed woods behind him. He made a final leftward turn before grinding to a halt. Ahead, a towering cliff loomed. Ion''s eyes traced its peak before settling on a narrow crack, veiled by moss, wide enough for a man but impassable to larger beasts. He passed through the opening and entered a large, cavernous space.


    Ion briefly ran his gaze around the cave, searching for anything unusual or strange. The floor was uneven, littered with jagged rocks and fine, silty dust patches. Stalactites hung from the ceiling, each drop of water that formed on their tips falling with a faint, echoing plink into shallow pools below. Among the pools, the largest and deepest one was at the cavern''s heart. Stalagmites shaped like scraggy teeth rose from the cave floor and surrounded the pool like faithful sentinels. Sometimes when Ion entered the cavern he felt he had been transported to a hidden oasis within a forest of stone. With everything in place, he let his body relax and ended his search with a sigh.


    "Ion, join us!" strange


    Ion''s eyes shifted and at the center of the cavern, he spotted his fellow hunters relaxing around the oasis. "Not now!" he shouted, turning leftward with an apologetic smile.


    He left the boisterous laughter behind, stepping toward the cave''s far end. Once there, he saw Sax crouched near a branch suspended between two boulders, its ends supporting the quartered elafiot¨¦ras above the ground. Two leather pouches¡ªone larger than the other¡ªand a grass sack rested by his feet and beside him, a smooth, flat boulder served as a makeshift table. Ion silently walked up to him, watching him clear the ground of rocks and debris.


    "Sax," Ion called suddenly, startling Sax into a jump.


    Sax glanced at him, startled. "Ion. What are you doing here?"


    "I came to help," Ion replied, squatting beside him. "Char''s on watch duty so I''m here to take his place."


    "Really?"


    "Yes," Ion answered with a nod. He ran his gaze across the materials before turning back to Sax. "What are we doing?"


    Sax glanced at him from his eye''s corner. "S-s-smoking the elafiot¨¦ras''s meat," he stammered, reaching down to grab the grass sack.


    "What help do you need?" Ion asked.


    Halfway out of the sack, Sax''s hand stilled, clutching a bundle of twigs. "I''ll start building the fire. While I do that, can you cut the meat?"


    "Sure," Ion replied, walking over to the suspended elafiot¨¦ras. He cut a restraint, took a slab to the flat boulder, and unsheathed his knife.


    Sax''s gaze flicked to the blade. "Is that clean?"


    Ion shrugged.


    "Can you wash it?" Sax answered, muttering under his breath. "And can you also wash the meat? There is a pool where you can do it over there," he finished, nodding to the right.


    Ion sighed as he picked up the meat, yet still complied. Once back, he removed excess fat and unwanted tendons, using short, controlled strokes to avoid cutting into the meat. He sliced the meat thinly, working across the grain with careful, deliberate strokes, adjusting his cuts for bone or sinew. Ion repeated the process with all the quartered pieces of the elafiot¨¦ras, changing his technique with each section.


    Ion glanced back moments before finishing, noticing that Sax was nearly done with the fire. With a resounding click, he cut the final slice of the final piece of the elafiot¨¦ras. Ion carefully sheathed his knife before turning around. "I''ve finished."


    Sax was sitting in front of the fire, gazing at its smoldering coals with a blank expression before Ion called him. Upon hearing his voice he turned around and stood up. "Oh, you''re done," he said, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead.


    "Yes," Ion replied impatiently, his fingers tapping a fast rhythm against his thigh. "What''s next?"


    "Right!" Sax exclaimed. He turned and pointed at the low-burning fire, practically embers. "Can you stack stones around it?" he requested. "I''ll coat the meat in ash. After this, we''ll begin smoking."


    Ion shot a glance at the fire before turning and walking away. "I''ll go search for some."


    "Avoid any close to the pools. They''re too weak and might break."


    Ion raised his hand in a backward wave before stepping beyond the fire''s glow, vanishing into the darkness.

 Chapter 3

    "What''s going on?"


    The Hunt Master was crouched atop the upper boughs of a tree, watching a stampede of creatures race below him, screeching and bellowing in panic as they haphazardly destroyed all in their path. His gaze flicked to the daggers at his loincloth before returning to the trail of destruction wrought by the creatures. The Hunt Master''s heart frosted as he watched the proceedings, the chaos as prey and predator fled together. What''s causing this panic in the forest''s hierarchy?


    He had long since created the divergent trails and disposed of the elafiot¨¦ras''s organs. Yet, instead of returning, he chose to investigate the forest for any irregularities. Ever since he began tracking the elafiot¨¦ras, a gnawing sense of wrongness had plagued him¡ªa feeling that something unnatural was influencing the forest. He had kept this unease to himself, refraining from informing the huntsmen and waiting until the hunt ended. When the unease refused to fade, he set aside his joy over the successful hunt and followed his instincts. Now, he was grateful he had come alone


    CRASH! The Hunt Master flinched as a large animal slammed against his hiding tree, the impact throwing it off its feet and to the ground. Before the unfortunate creature could recover, it was trampled underfoot by the routing animals, its skull crushed and its bones pulverized. In an instant, the previously domineering creature was a mangled mess of blood and skin. The Hunt Master''s mouth dried as he watched, his hold on the tree tightening unconsciously. Ancestors, let this tree hold, he prayed, his grip tightening with every strike the trunk endured. After an endless wait, the creatures thinned out before slowly disappearing in their entirety.


    When he was certain the creatures had left and wouldn''t circle back, the Hunt Master began climbing down, his gaze flitting around the surrounding woods. As he descended, the metallic scent of blood hit him¡ªstronger and more suffocating than anything he¡¯d known. What is this stench?


    Upon touching the ground, the nauseating fetor hit him like a wave, nearly bowling him over. The ground was strewn with maimed and disfigured bodies, their blood pooling into a crimson river of horror. The Hunt Master stared round in disgust, bile rising. There''s no beauty in this death, just senseless desperation and insanity.


    He stepped over a feathered and bloodied cadaver before staring into the forest''s depths, a chill running down his spine. Somehow, he could sense a dark presence deep within, something ancient to be left alone and not trifled with.


    The Hunt Master unconsciously lowered his hips and grabbed the hilts of his twin daggers, nearly drawing them in his fear. Barely breathing, he turned and hurriedly began sloshing his way toward the outer edges, escaping the path of the stampede. He briefly glanced back at the blood river, swamped with thoughts. This was a beacon for predators; he needed to escape before anything answered the call. Whatever stayed behind must be more fearsome than the stampede. He sighed in relief as he stepped off the bloodied ground and onto solid ground. The Hunt Master raced through the woods, leaving the destruction behind.


    SKEERT! The Hunt Master had planned to avoid this forest section and return to more familiar territory. However, as he fled, something caught his eye, forcing him to stop abruptly. He crouched, his gaze fixed thoughtfully on a cluster of animal tracks.


    Which creature does this belong to? The Hunt Master scrutinized the tracks, but no creature came to mind. Is it from deeper in? He thought, gaze sharpening. He shook his head. No, that can''t be right. They''re heading into the depths from the outer forest. He rubbed his chin as his eyes followed the tracks. These aren''t the tracks of a single animal; could it have been a group? Perhaps they¡¯re a pack circling back¡ªbut no, the tracks are too old, from before the stampede. He lightly touched the tracks, noting the deep imprints. Are they weighted down?


    The Hunt Master stood and turned toward the tracks'' origin, unease gnawing at him. Something about his analysis felt off, though he couldn¡¯t pinpoint what. These tracks are confusing. Were they made by one animal or a group? They¡¯re sending me mixed signals.


    He glanced to the north, toward the cave. I can¡¯t go deeper. The forest feels... unsettled. Who knows what I might stumble upon?


    GRRRR! A low, guttural growl rumbled behind him. The Hunt Master froze, his breath catching as he turned. From the shadows of the trees, a beast emerged, its glowing white eyes piercing through the dim light of the forest. It moved slowly, each step deliberate, claws scraping against the earth with a grating sound that sent shivers down the Hunt Master¡¯s spine.


    Skoteinos. His disbelieving gaze darted over its grotesque form¡ªthe hulking frame, the patchy black fur, the spiked tail that lashed the air. Then his eyes locked on its wound: a deep, bleeding gash along its side, dark blood oozing steadily and streaking the ground beneath it. The beast favored its uninjured side, each uneven step exuding menace and pain. From the stampede?


    The Hunt Master clenched his twin daggers, their worn grips digging into his calloused palms. He shifted his bare feet into a ready stance, muscles taut beneath his scarred, weathered frame. His thickly braided hair swayed slightly as he scanned for an escape, but every direction seemed a step closer to death.


    The beast¡¯s white eyes narrowed, locking onto him as a guttural snarl erupted from its maw, saliva trailing between its jagged teeth. The Hunt Master¡¯s chest heaved, his breath quickening. How is this possible, a skoteinos? He stepped back, eyes locked on it, blades defensively drawn.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    Its tail snapped against a tree, the crack splitting the air as the trunk shattered in two. Splinters rained down, but the Hunt Master remained still, his left dagger in a reverse grip, his right poised forward as the beast prowled.


    The skoteinos and the Hunt Master began circling, their gazes clashing in between trees. Blood dripped from its wound, darkening the ground, but the pain did nothing to dull its savage stare.


    Suddenly, the skoteino charged, the ground trembling under its immense weight. The Hunt Master held his ground, waiting until the last moment before sidestepping with a fluid motion, his blade slicing deep into its side as it thundered past. The beast unleashed an earth-shaking roar, wildly swinging in its fury. The Hunt Master rolled away, his head marginally avoiding the beast''s claws. Springing to his feet, he dropped into a low stance, ready to spring in any direction. Its swings are weak and slow. His sharp eyes traced the bleeding wounds marring its hide. Still, I need to be careful. The Hunt Master pointed his toes outward, poised to pivot quickly. I can do this, he resolved, his breath steady. As long as I keep moving, and utilize my flexibility and agility, I can stall until it bleeds out, or escape if the opportunity presents itself.


    Their eyes connected, the air drawn and tense as they stared each other down. Suddenly, it paused and turned around, briefly peering between the trees before turning back to the Hunt Master. With a final, spiteful growl, the skoteino turned and stalked back into the forest, its malice palpable.


    The Hunt Master kept a wary eye on it, his grip on his weapons firm, refusing to relax until the creature''s bloodlust fully faded. Is it leaving? he wondered, brows furrowing as he lowered his daggers. Something about this felt off. Even with that injury, it still held the advantage. So why retreat?


    The trail of blood leading into the forest caught his attention. He squatted beside it, his eyes tracking its path despite his mind''s focus on the skoteino. What could have harmed it so severely?


    His eyes widened as a realization struck, and he shot to his feet. Was it truly injured during the stampede? His hand moved to his chin as he mulled over the beast''s wound. That was my assumption... but wasn¡¯t the cut too clean for an animal''s claws or teeth?


    His gaze swept the clearing, finally landing on the scattered tracks. In fact... it looks more like the slice... of a blade.


    <hr>


    Within the forest, a man sat in the shadows of a sturdy tree, a canopy of branches swaying gently overhead. His figure and clothing were concealed beneath a hooded cloak, yet the outline of his lean build was visible against it. Even at rest, he exuded an air of grace and nobility, his blonde hair framing a serene expression. He crossed one leg over the other and clasped his hands behind his head, listening intently to the murmurs of the woods.


    CRACK! His eyes twitched as his arms lowered, fingers inching toward the scabbard at his side.


    "Knight M¨¹ller."


    His hand stilled, and his lids opened, revealing deep-blue eyes. His lips curved up as he gazed at the figure before him. "Squire Charles."


    Squire Charles was a stern-faced man in his middle years. He wore a billowing white robe, with a scarf held by a black band draped over his head. A brown strap ran diagonally down his shoulder, securing a sword sheathed behind his back.


    Noticing M¨¹ller''s gaze, Charles lowered his head and shut his eyes, silently waiting.


    Knight M¨¹ller rested his hands on his knee, his gaze sweeping over Charles before he spoke. "Glad to see you''re still alive," he drawled. "And looking no worse for wear."


    Charles remained motionless, his face unreadable.


    M¨¹ller folded his hands and tilted his head. "Where are the other Squires?" he asked, studying him. "Or were you the only survivor?"


    "No, sir. Everyone survived without major injuries."


    "That''s a relief," M¨¹ller said flatly. He grunted as he got to his feet, brushing off his cloak. "Where are they, then? Did you run into any trouble?"


    Charles bowed his head. "No, Knight M¨¹ller. I instructed them to recover the equipment and supplies we lost. Was that the wrong decision?"


    M¨¹ller pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No, you did the right thing," he said, stepping forward, his cloak glinting silver in the faint light. "Though I don¡¯t have much hope. Seeing those beasts, do you think anything they tramble over will be salvageable?"


    Charles remained silent, his head still bowed.


    M¨¹ller frowned. "I told you to stop that. Raise your head."


    "Yes, sir." Charles lifted his head immediately.


    M¨¹ller studied him for a moment before exhaling a long-suffering sigh. He stepped onto a gnarled, exposed root and turned toward the outer forest. For a moment, all was still. Then, he pursed his lips and whistled a strange tune into the woods.


    Suddenly, a braying cry shattered the air, and a creature emerged from the shadows between the trees. It loomed tall on two elongated front legs that hoisted its massive frame high, while four shorter, muscular hind legs anchored it firmly to the earth. Its short brown fur bristled with ridges that caught the dappled light, making its skin appear rippled with each movement. Three eyes gleamed on its head¡ªtwo set parallel, with a third perched higher in a triangular arrangement. Slowly, it advanced toward M¨¹ller, its gait uneven and unsteady.


    M¨¹ller frowned as the creature lumbered closer, his eyes narrowing. The deeper we go, the rougher the ground and undergrowth become. He strode forward and seized its reins with a firm grip. If I go any farther, I''ll have to leave it behind.


    Charles gave a curt nod. "You found it, sir?" he asked, his tone emotionless.


    "More like it found me," M¨¹ller replied, offering a rueful smile as he patted its side. "Anyway, the good news is it still has the water pouch and some smaller supplies." He turned to the Squire. "Go back and round up the men; tell them to abandon their search."


    "Only me?" Charles asked instantly, noticing the omission.


    "Yes," Knight M¨¹ller replied. "I''ll move ahead and clear the path for the rest of you. I''ll leave more markings on the trees for you to follow¡ªwhich is how I assume you found me?"


    Charles gave a curt nod.


    "Good," M¨¹ller said, turning around. He placed his hands on his hips and stared toward the forest''s depths. "I''ll leave you with the ridgewalker," he continued, patting its brown fur. "Make sure to keep it safe; we''ll need it to carry our supplies¡ªand any beast remains we return with."


    Charles''s eyes twitched, but he didn¡¯t respond. Instead, he bowed.


    M¨¹ller pulled up his hood and turned to face Squire Charles. "Be quick. Take too long, and I can''t guarantee your safety."


    With that, he surged forward, disappearing into the darkness moments later.

 Chapter 4

    Ion felt sweat drip down his face before splashing onto the ground with a soft plop. He opened weary eyes and raised his head. His construction lay before him¡ªa barrier to control the smoking. He had been overjoyed after laying the final stones around the embers, believing the hardest part was over. All that remained, he thought, was the simple task of smoking the ash-covered meat. How naive.


    Even though it didn''t require the physical strength needed to build the barrier, the actual smoking of the elafiot¨¦ras was the most strenuous part. Watching the meat, feeding the embers, and regulating the rising smoke was a mental grind, unlike anything Ion could recall enduring.


    He glanced to his left, where Sax sprawled on the ground, a leather pouch clutched in his hands. Ion chuckled softly. And I thought I had it rough. His gaze returned to the smoker, though his mind lingered on Sax. How had he managed until now? Whenever we bring back a carcass, it''s left to him and Char to dress and prepare its materials.


    Pushing the thought aside, Ion peered into the smoker''s base through an opening meant for tending the fire. The embers were cooling. They needed more fuel. He straightened and grabbed a nearby grass sack.


    "Sax?" he called, hurling the sack in his direction. The sack landed beside Sax with a thud, kicking a cloud of sand onto him.


    Sax didn¡¯t respond immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and forced. ¡°Yes, Ion.¡±


    ¡°The embers. They need to burn.¡±


    Sax dragged himself upright with a heavy sigh, wet sand clinging to his sweaty frame. He blinked once before turning to his side, grabbing the sack to rummage for moss and leaves. Satisfied, he untied the pouch and poured its contents over the pile, dampening the moss and leaves. Scooping up the wet mixture, Sax moved to the smoker, carefully adding it to the embers. Smoke billowed upward, thick and dark.


    As the smoke funneled upward, Sax reached into a small pouch tied to his loincloth. He withdrew a handful of fragrant herbs, inhaling their fresh scent deeply. Earlier in the hunt, he had scoured the forest underbrush for the finest selection. He scattered a handful over the embers, watching their aroma blend with the rising smoke. Using a stick, he poked and prodded the fire before stepping back.


    Ion clicked his tongue and got to his feet. Without a word, he walked away, attracting Sax''s gaze. ¡°Are you going?¡±


    "Yes," Ion replied, striding forward. He sighed in relief as he left the fire¡¯s oppressive radius, the cooler air brushing his skin as he approached the oasis.


    It¡¯s quiet, he thought, his gaze settling on the pool ahead. Rounded a large rock, he spotted the men gathered a short distance away, seated in a half-circle around a flickering flame. Shadows danced across their faces, obscuring their expressions. Their conversation reduced to murmurs as he approached, before ceasing entirely, veiled eyes turning toward him. Ion groaned inwardly, noting the cautioning gazes the hunters threw Fafon¡ªwho, unsurprisingly, sat at the center of the circle.


    Fafon¡¯s lips curved into a smug smile, his gaze fixed on the pool. ¡°Ion, where¡¯ve you been?¡± He spread his arms stagily. ¡°You missed the gathering.¡±


    ¡°What gathering?¡± Ion cut in, his eyes narrowing at the group. ¡°No, never mind that. Why didn¡¯t anyone call me?¡±


    Fafon shrugged, his smirk deepening. ¡°We didn¡¯t know where you were.¡±


    Ion''s brow twitched. ¡°Anyone looking would¡¯ve found me with Sax,¡± he said slowly, his fists tightening. He jabbed a finger toward Fafon. ¡°And anyway, I told you where I¡¯d be¡ªor did that slip your mind?¡± he finished, voice dripping with sarcasm.


    "Really?" Fafon replied, dramatically slapping his forehead. "How scatterbrained of me¡ªmust''ve slipped my mind." He rose and stepped out of the circle, moving toward Ion. "Anyway, we had an interesting discussion¡ª"


    "About me," Ion interjected, folding his arms.


    Fafon stood toe-to-toe with Ion, their gazes locked. ¡°Right. Don¡¯t think we didn¡¯t notice. You nearly ruined the hunt.¡±


    Ion pushed past him, his eyes sweeping over the group in the circle. He stopped, shoulders squared, spine rigid. ¡°I meant to do this later, but it can¡¯t wait.¡±


    He met their eyes one by one. ¡°I¡¯ve already apologized to the Hunt Master, but that¡¯s not enough¡ªI need your forgiveness too.¡±


    The silence hung heavy as Ion pressed on. ¡°The group is only as strong as its weakest hunter. As the weakest, I¡¯ll dedicate myself to my training so I¡¯ll never put us in danger again.¡± He clenched his fists, his voice firm with resolve. ¡°I swear, I will not be weak!¡±


    "That''s enough Ion."


    All eyes shifted to the far end of the semi-circle, where Puty, the scout rested, his eyes shut. Although the Hunt Master led the group, Puty commanded immense respect and authority as the oldest and most experienced. He was a man of few words, only speaking when necessary, but when he did, his voice carried weight.


    Slowly, Puty''s lids cracked open, revealing sharp yet weary eyes. "I don¡¯t see why we¡¯re even having this conversation," Puty stated calmly. "This is your first real hunt. That you¡¯ve absorbed and learned so much already is remarkable." His gaze shifted to Fafon, firm yet tinged with disappointment. "As for you, Fafon¡ªstop this. What would your father think?"


    ¡°My father?¡± Fafon¡¯s voice rose, trembling with rage. "To the ancestors with him!" He shoved past Ion, his burning eyes locking onto Puty. "This has nothing to do with him!" Whirling back to Ion, he pointed an accusing finger, his voice sharp and venomous. "This is about him! This parasite¡ª"


    WHACK! Fafon staggered back, his hand clutching his jaw as he processed the hit. Slowly, he lowered his hand, revealing the beginnings of a bruise. He spat a bloody tooth onto the sandy ground, his furious glare drilling into Ion. "You bastard!"The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Ion lowered his arm, his gaze frosty and emotionless as he stared down Fafon. His voice came out low but carried all the expression his face didn''t show. "Shut your mouth."


    Fafon''s eyes narrowed to slits, his rage boiling over. Without warning, he charged, fists raised, eyes a scorching red.


    "STOP!"


    Collectively, the hunters'' gaze moved to the pool, where a rough and disheveled figure had burst through the water¡¯s surface, disrupting the chaotic atmosphere.


    Puty exhaled deeply, fingers moving to massage his temple. He looked up at the figure and sighed in exasperation. ¡°Hutu, you could have continued your training. This was under control.¡±


    Only then did Ion notice the ring of hunters around him and Fafon. In their fury, neither had realized how quickly they¡¯d been surrounded. One glance at their piercing gazes told Ion all he needed¡ªanother step and the hunters would have forcefully restrained them.


    Hutu prowled back onto the ground, his every movement wild and animalistic. His eyes flitted between Fafon and Ion, his mouth curving upward into a smile. "No matter," he growled. "If want to fight, fight."


    He stepped ashore, his long braids clinging to his shoulders, dripping with water. Even among the fit and muscled hunters, Hutu stood apart. Towering a head and a half above the tallest among them, with arms as thick as tree boughs, he could crush stones with his bare hands¡ªand if the rumors were true, he had the strength to splinter a tree with a single squeeze.


    Ion''s body relaxed, his fists unclenching as Hutu approached. There was no room for rage with Hutu present¡ªhe was power and strength incarnate, the steady force keeping the group afloat. Suddenly, Ion''s gaze shifted to the water, a realization striking him. How long was he down there? Is it even possible to hold your breath that long? He turned back to Hutu, newfound respect flickering in his eyes.


    Hutu jerked his head toward Ion, grinning wildly. "No hear me? If want to fight... fight!"


    Out of the corner of his eye, Ion noticed Puty giving him a pointed look, silently warning him off. With a sigh, Ion grudgingly turned to Fafon. "I¡¯m sorry. I made a mistake in hitting you," he said, his tone flat and forced.


    Fafon glared at him, resentment and hate in his eyes. "No, it was my fault," he spat, his face contorting with anger. "I hope you can forgive me."


    Ion nodded and moved to sit at the edge of the half-circle. Fafon followed but made sure to position himself at the opposite end.


    Hutu scanned the area, his disappointment evident, before turning and striding back into the pool. Gradually, his figure disappeared into the shadowed depths, leaving only faint ripples to mark his presence.


    Paty clapped his hands sharply, the sound cutting through the lingering tension. "Now that that¡¯s settled, let¡¯s all calm down and get along." His sharp gaze bore down on Ion and Fafon, compelling them to avert their eyes. Satisfied, he began tapping his thigh thoughtfully. "Ah, yes. Ion, didn¡¯t you say you were with Sax?"


    "Yes," Ion replied, glancing at a wisp of smoke rising westward. "I was helping him prepare the elafiot¨¦ras¡¯s meat."


    "Good. Keep at it," Paty said, nodding firmly. "We can¡¯t afford to waste any of it, especially¡ª" He stopped abruptly, his gaze snapping past the group. "The ancestors be praised¡­ the Hunt Master returns."


    Ion turned, his gaze landing on the Hunt Master as he strode toward them, Char trailing at his side.


    Faon shot to his feet, his gaze drilling into Char. "What''s he doing here?" he demanded.


    "I called him," the Hunt Master replied evenly, his sharp gaze fixed on Fafon. Char dipped his head respectfully as he stepped past the Hunt Master, settling quietly beside Ion.


    Fafon''s eyes narrowed. "But someone needs to watch the forest," he protested, his tone rising.


    "My word is final," the Hunt Master said, his voice low, warning Fafon to submit. Their gazes clashed momentarily before Fafon slowly looked away, his fists trembling.


    Puty cleared his throat, his calm voice cutting through the tension. "You were out longer than usual," he remarked, tone measured. "Was there trouble?"


    The Hunt Master didn¡¯t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped forward, his piercing gaze sweeping over the group. "Where is Sax?" he asked.


    "Tending to the meat," Ion replied promptly.


    The Hunt Master¡¯s gaze swept left, lingering thoughtfully around the circle. He fixed his eyes on a lean hunter and gave a subtle nod. "Lak, fetch him. Everyone needs to be here for this."


    "Someone has to watch the meat," Puty interjected, concern edging his voice. "We can¡¯t let it char."


    "I won''t take long," the Hunt Master said, pinching the bridge of his nose, weariness creeping into his tone.


    Lak rose silently, nodding once at the Hunt Master before slipping out of the circle and vanishing into the darkness. Before long, he reappeared, Sax silently trailing behind him. Lak returned to his position without a word, leaving Sax standing at the circle¡¯s edge, his eyes darting nervously around.


    The Hunt Master lowered himself to the ground, folding his legs and resting his hands on his knees.


    "Hunt Master," Ion said, warily glancing toward the pool. "Hutu isn¡¯t here. Should we be doing this without him?"


    A wave of murmurs rippled through the circle, but the Hunt Master raised a hand, silencing them instantly. "Trust me¡ªhe can hear us," he replied, his tone firm.


    Leaning forward, the Hunt Master¡¯s gaze hardened, his posture wound and tense. "Alright," he began, his voice low and deliberate. "I¡¯m not sure how many of you noticed, but there¡¯s a disturbance in the forest." His eyes swept the circle, locking briefly with each huntsman, ensuring they grasped the gravity of his words. "Nothing seemed out of place, but I felt it¡ªa chilling strangeness." A tremor ran through his body. "That feeling, it... compelled me to investigate." His hands squeezed into fists. "Instead of returning after marking the blood trail, I ventured inward."


    "And?" Puty interjected, his sharp tone cutting through the silence. "What did you find?"


    The Hunt Master slowly lifted his gaze, meeting Puty¡¯s stare without flinching. "A stampede."


    His words hung in the air, weighing down the atmosphere. A silence fell over the group as the Hunt Master paused, letting the weight of his revelation sink in. Finally, he continued, his voice measured. "Countless beasts surged from the forest''s depths and raced outward, leaving nothing apart from a trail of destruction in their wake. I felt the tremors before they reached me and managed to climb a tree for safety, but..." His voice faltered briefly as he shook his head. "That was an experience unlike any I''ve ever had."


    "So?"


    The Hunt Master''s body loosened, sensing an overwhelming presence behind him. Slowly, he turned.


    "Where beast?" Hutu asked, his deep voice cutting through the air. He stood tall, hands planted firmly on his hips as he stared down at the Hunt Master.


    "Returned to the depths," the Hunt Master replied evenly. "Some of the braver ones have already begun their journey back."


    With a grunt, Hutu dropped onto the ground, his massive frame settling with a resounding thud. Arms crossed over his chest, he muttered, "Pity."


    "Is that all?" Puty¡¯s sharp tone broke through, his narrowed eyes scrutinizing the Hunt Master¡¯s face.


    The Hunt Master turned to meet Puty¡¯s gaze, his expression stonelike. "Yes, that is all," he replied firmly.


    Puty¡¯s eyes narrowed further, but he held his tongue. He leaned back and shut his eyes, withdrawing from the discussion.


    "So, what¡¯s the plan? Do we leave the forest?" Lak cautiously asked, the firelight casting shadows about his face.


    The Hunt Master shook his head. "No. I¡¯m not certain it¡¯s safe yet. I¡¯ll monitor the forest. Once the majority of the animals return, we¡¯ll leave. Until then, focus on finishing the preparations." His gaze settled on Fafon. "You and Puty, gather grass and hemp¡ªwe¡¯re out of rope. Suio, Reo, join Char in keeping watch over the forest. The rest of you, stay on standby."


    He rose and swept his gaze around the circle. "No one leaves the cave unless it¡¯s absolutely necessary. And if you must, stay vigilant."


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    The Hunt Master turned and walked toward Hutu as the hunters dispersed. Lowering himself beside him, he kept his gaze on the pool.


    "Welcome," Hutu growled, giving his back a firm pat.


    "I''m back," the Hunt Master quietly replied, his eyes slowly closing.

 Chapter 5

    Deep within the forest, with Squire Charles at their head, a procession of four white-robed men pressed forward along an untraveled, uneven trail. Their pace was determined by the movement of a six-legged creature they surrounded, the weight of the satchels and bags strapped over its frame hindering its speed.


    Ancient, gnarled trees loomed on all sides, their twisted branches intertwining to form a dense canopy that draped thick shadows over the procession. An unusual atmosphere surrounded the group, a sense of unease that left them tense and rigid. trailing


    They entered a section of hanging vines when, without warning, Charles raised a clenched fist. Seeing the signal, the men quickly unstrapped the large tower shields from their backs, the leather straps slipping free with a sharp tug. They swung the heavy shields into place and tightened their grips around the hilts of their weapons, ready for the signal to move. Heavy and taut silence fell, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves.


    Charles carefully unsheathed his sword, the faint rasp of metal cutting through the silence. His eyes swept the woods, searching for the slightest hint of movement. Moments later, he lowered his sword before sheathing it.


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    The men relaxed, swinging their shields over their shoulders and strapping them into place.


    At the rear, one man slipped as he clambered over a boulder. "What kind of stress is this?" he groaned, his irritation evident. Lifting his foot, he revealed a boot caked in dung. He bent to pick up a leaf, muttering as he scraped it clean. "Why did we have to come here? It''s not even our quest."


    Another man turned and shot him a glare. "Shut it, Ihsan. What if he''s still around?"


    "Knight M¨¹ller? "Bilal, you know he went ahead of us a while ago." Ihsan straightened up and scoffed, gesturing wildly toward the lumbering creature at their center. "Leaving us to shepherd this... beast."


    "Imagine that," a man further up the line muttered. "That prick had the nerve to say we were slowing him down when he''s the one who insisted on bringing it." He spat on the ground before crushing it underfoot. "Some Knight he is, doesn''t even realize some animals aren''t meant for this terrain. Why does he think we don¡¯t use them?"


    Ihsan chuckled. "Well, Aayan, there''s always the matter of coin."


    Aayan bristled, lightly punching Ihsan in the arm. "What are you suggesting? That I¡¯m broke?"


    Bilal laughed, slinging an arm over Aayan''s shoulder. "With how much Ihsan''s taken off you, that seems likely."


    "Come on!" Aayan objected, shrugging off Bilal¡¯s arm with a huff. "So I''ve been on a losing streak. Bonus day¡¯s coming up¡ªI¡¯ll recover it all then."


    "I couldn''t care less about that right now," Ihsan muttered, patting his empty stomach. "I just wish we had something to eat."


    "Yeah, well, maybe if we hadn¡¯t lost our supplies in the stampede, that wouldn¡¯t have to be a wish," Bilal shot back.


    Suddenly, Charles turned sharply, pinning the men with a scalding glare. "Do any of you have a shred of self-awareness? Don''t you know where we are?" He gestured broadly toward the surrounding woods. "Stay vigilant. Anyanwu knows what might be watching, just waiting for us to slip."


    The men stiffened, their eyes darting nervously to the darkened tree line. They slowly backed away from the woods, their confidence dissipating as they stared at the deep, tumultuous shadows.


    Aayan forced a chuckle, trying to dispel the unease as he resumed his march. "What¡¯s this, fear? Ihsan, Bilal, did his words shrivel your livers?" His hand strayed to the hilt of his sword, seeking reassurance in its familiar grip.


    Bilal licked his lips, brushing aside a cluster of hanging vines. "Left mine behind after that stampede." He shivered at the memory. "I really thought I was done for."


    Ihsan gave his shield a thankful pat. "Probably would¡¯ve been, if not for these."


    Bilal nodded grimly. "I¡¯ll never complain during shield drills again."


    Squire Charles glanced back, his expression tightening. "Squire Aayan, Bilal, Ihsan¡ªyou still have energy for jokes. Good." He nodded toward the trail ahead, where it steepened into a jagged rock face. "The steed won¡¯t make it up on its own. Get ready to hoist it."


    Ignoring their muttered grumbles, Charles turned to the incline. He exhaled slowly before placing a steady hand against the rough surface, seeking purchase as he began his climb.


    His face hardened with each step, thoughts slipping to the men below. "Always frivolous," he muttered, fingers curling around the rock''s edge. "Even if they don''t understand their duty, I do."


    Charles hauled himself onto the ledge, then turned to beckon the men below. "Its front limbs can reach. Lead it forward¡ªforce it if you have to."


    The men worked to maneuver the creature, leaving Squire Charles to watch from above. A chill raced up his spine, and he snapped around, instinctively drawing his hand to the hilt of his sword. His sharp gaze swept the gloomy and overshadowed forest, attempting to pierce its depths. There it is again¡ªthat strange presence. He rubbed the back of his neck, a shiver crawling up his spine. "Is it just my imagination?" he muttered.


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    Knight M¨¹ller froze, the chilling realization gripping him. His eyes darted through the dense woods, tracking the wispy, shifting shadows. Four? No... five beasts. His hand twitched toward his sword, but he held back. Not yet.


    In one swift motion, he leaped onto the bough of a nearby tree. The wood groaned faintly beneath his weight before he launched forward, bounding from tree to tree. His movements were quick and precise, his sharp gaze flicking to the blurs of motion at the edges of his vision.


    A smirk curled his lips as he spotted a clearing ahead. Perfect. He sprang across three more branches before bursting from the trees, descending gracefully into the open space.


    Upon landing, M¨¹ller spread his feet apart, his right foot slightly forward, knees bent to promote stability. With a fluid motion, he drew his sword, gripping the hilt with both hands. The blade hovered parallel to his chest, the tip angled forward. His breath remained steady as his eyes swept the clearing, instantly mapping every detail.


    GRRRR! A low, guttural growl reverberated through the space. M¨¹ller shuffled back as the beasts emerged from the tree line, their low growls echoing around the clearing. More wolverines? This forest seems full of them. He kept his dominant foot forward, his stance firm as his gaze roved over the pack, cataloging their every movement. Across his countenance, a wide, unnerving smile stretched, his body trembling with barely contained excitement.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Suddenly, one sprang forward, its massive paws pounding the earth, eyes gleaming with reckless intent. The Knight held his ground, his body loose yet poised, watching, waiting.


    Just as the beast lunged, M¨¹ller''s gaze sharpened. He surged forward, his right foot stepping out while his rear foot slid diagonally to maintain balance. His focus locked on the creature¡¯s neck, his sword blurring as it rose to shoulder height. He unleashed a sweeping diagonal slash, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistle on its way to the target.


    M¨¹ller sidestepped, allowing the beast to hurtle past him. He swiftly turned, his gaze falling on the large frame of the wolverine sprawled lifeless on the ground, blood spurting in rhythmic bursts from a clean slash across its throat.


    He swiveled to face the remaining beasts, his smirk widening as he caught the glint of fear in their eyes. Slowly, M¨¹ller spread his feet, raising his blade until it hovered parallel to his chest. "Should I wait for them," he mused, fingers tapping his hilt, "or take the fight to them?"


    His figure blurred, vanishing in an instant. He reappeared beside the farthest wolverine, catching it mid-step. Before it could react, M¨¹ller''s sword drove forward, burying to the hilt in its side. He smiled, savoring the creature¡¯s anguished roar as he pulled free. Of course, he thought, watching it stagger and collapse. I''ll take the fight to them.


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    The Hunt Master cast a final glance around the cave, his eyes lingering briefly on the shimmering oasis before he turned and stepped into the open air. Outside, the hunters silently stood, hands gripping grass sacks and leather packs, their faces hardened with readiness. He motioned to Hutu. "Seal it."


    Hutu grunted in acknowledgment, moving past him to a massive boulder a short distance away. He placed his hands against its rough surface and heaved, the force force required bulging his veins.


    The boulder briefly inched forward, scraping against the ground with a low growl. But as momentum built, it glided into place, sealing the cave entrance from view.


    "All right, let''s move." The Hunt Master bent down, slinging a hefty sack over his shoulder.


    "Wait!"


    He paused mid-step, turning his sharp gaze on Puty. "Yes?"


    "I need a word with you," Puty said, his voice steady but firm as he stepped forward.


    The Hunt Master studied him, noting his serious expression. With a sigh, he waved the rest of the hunters on. "Relieve Lak. We''ll catch up shortly."


    The men disappeared around the bend, leaving the two alone. Puty stepped to the side and settled onto a nearby rock, his movements slow and deliberate. "What are you hiding?"


    A rueful smile crossed the Hunt Master¡¯s face as he sank onto a rock across from him, the sack dropping with a light thud. "You catch everything, don¡¯t you, old man?"


    Puty chuckled, his fingers idly stroking his beard. "A good scout has to."


    The Hunt Master¡¯s smile faded, his expression darkening. "Would you believe me if I said there¡¯s nothing wrong?"


    The old man''s brow furrowed. "Not for an instant."


    The Hunt Master exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "I didn¡¯t think so. I saw a skoteinos."


    Puty froze, his hand stilling mid-stroke. "Skoteinos'' aren¡¯t real. They¡¯re just stories to scare children." His voice lowered, his gaze biting. "You know that as well as I do."


    "That doesn''t change what I saw," the Hunt Master said, his tone clipped. His brows knitted as he massaged his temple. "It looked exactly as the tales describe¡ªlarge and menacing, rows of razor-sharp teeth, and those cursed white eyes that seem to strip away your soul."


    Puty¡¯s gaze turned distant. "Sounds horrifying."


    The Hunt Master let out a weary sigh. "Horrifying doesn¡¯t even begin to cover it."


    Puty rose from the rock, his movements deliberate as he began pacing away. "What do you suggest we do?"


    The Hunt Master stood, hefting the grass sack onto his shoulder. "What else? We inform the Elder."


    "Do you think he¡¯ll believe us?"


    A low chuckle escaped the Hunt Master as he rounded the bend. "Who do you think started those tales?"


    They regrouped with the hunters, and under the Hunt Master''s lead, they began their journey through the forest. Each path was meticulously scouted to avoid unwanted skirmishes with its animalistic denizens. Before long, they reached the forest''s edge, where the dense canopy gave way to an open expanse.


    As they approached, the men unconsciously slowed, their eyes widening in wonder at the strange sight before them: an empty gap stretched between the main forest and a thick outer ring of trees. The divide, blanketed in short grass and dotted with scattered mushrooms, extended endlessly in both directions, forming a natural boundary that defied explanation.


    Ignoring the awe-struck younger hunters, the Hunt Master crouched low in the foliage, his sharp eyes scanning the gap for any signs of danger. Once satisfied it was safe, he straightened and motioned for the men to follow.


    One by one, the hunters stepped out of the forest, squinting as they emerged from the cool shade into the open light.


    The Hunt Master tilted his head to the sky, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. The breeze swept over him, the feeling of freedom igniting a flicker of contentment. While some lingered hesitantly at the tree line, he strode forward with purpose, eager to leave the confines of the trees behind.


    As they neared the outer ring, the Hunt Master¡¯s pace slowed. His grip on the sack loosened, and with deliberate care, he crouched low. Opening it, he revealed its grisly contents: a heart, dark and sticky with clotted blood, another blackened and oozing foul liquid. A brain lay green and sunken, while another had rotted into a slimy mass crawling with maggots.


    Unbothered by the rancid smell, the Hunt Master handled each organ with shaking hands and a reverent gaze, arranging them carefully on the grass.


    The hunters moved into a half-circle around him, silent observers as the Hunt Master began a deep, rumbling chant. The guttural sounds echoed briefly before fading into stillness, leaving only the whistling wind in their wake.


    Standing tall, the Hunt Master clasped his hands before him and called out, his voice firm and solemn. "As we have taken, so do we return."


    The Hunt Master stepped back, his gaze fixed on the earth as it swallowed the organs, the ground sealing shut above them. A low tremor rippled beneath their feet, quickly building into a steady, violent quake. Yet the hunters stood firm, their feet braced hard against the shifting earth.


    Suddenly, the trees ahead began to stir, their trunks groaning as they shifted aside, parting narrowly to reveal an open path for the hunters to pass through.


    The Hunt Master smiled as a waft of dry, dusty air hit him, the sensation against his skin comforting and familiar. Slowly, the hunters passed through the opening, squinting as they shaded their eyes to block out the sun''s harsh glare.


    He waited until the last man had passed before picking up the empty sack. Turning back to the forest, he lingered for a moment¡ªextremely relieved, yet sad at leaving. With a deep sigh, he turned before stepping through the gap, the trees groaning softly as they creaked back into place behind him.


    A vast expanse of sand stretched before him, rolling dunes that reached toward the distant horizon. The shimmering heat waves danced in the air, distorting the edges of the landscape. Simultaneously dropping their loads, each hunter whistled a unique tune that echoed clearly into the desert, carried by the wind.


    Moments later, a bump appeared in the distant sand. Initially small, it grew rapidly as it streaked toward them. The surface bulged and shifted, rippling with waves of displaced grains. Soon, more trails emerged, weaving through the dunes and converging on their position.


    Suddenly, the first creature burst from the sand with an explosion of grit, its body gleaming with an oily, segmented carapace that shimmered in shades of deep bronze and black. The creature¡¯s body was long, each segment flexing with a fluid precision as it twisted through the air. Thin, spindly appendages tipped with curved claws clawed at the air, scattering grains of sand like mist.


    The Hunt Master laughed, stepping aside as the creature landed and burrowed back into the earth. All around, similar scenes unfolded as the hunters reunited with their companions. His gaze swept the group, his wide smile reflecting their shared exhilaration. I never tire of this moment, the reunion with the chthonidra.


    He pursed his lips and let out a low, sharp whistle, the sound cutting through the desert air.


    The bump emerged again, but only the upper section of the chthonidra broke through the sand. The creature widened its mandible-like jaws, revealing rows of serrated teeth glinting faintly in the light. The Hunt Master reached out, lightly rubbing the chthonidra''s head in slow, concentric circles before carefully inserting his hand into its maw. Swiftly, he withdrew his arm, clutching a bundle of white garments. He placed them on the sand and thrust his hand back inside, retrieving a folded wooden board, a leather bridle, and reins.


    Unfolding the board, the Hunt Master assembled it into a sled and quickly and efficiently attached the bridle and reins to the chthonidra. As he finished, he glanced at the other hunters, each engaged in their preparations. "Hurry up," he called out, stooping to gather the garments. "We¡¯ve got a lot of ground to cover."


    He unfurled the fabric to reveal a thin long robe, then turned his gaze to the horizon, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the endless desert. "We¡¯ve been gone long enough."

 Chapter 6

    "Kohtalo, wake up."


    A young girl¡¯s eyes fluttered open, blinking against the dim light of the chamber. Her gaze shifted to a faint glow at the room''s far end.


    A shadowed figure stood at the entrance, holding a lantern that cast flickering light across the walls. He coughed harshly, clearing his throat. "Do you need more rest, Kohtalo?"


    She shook her head and carefully rose from a fur rug. "No, I¡¯m ready."


    The man raised the lantern higher, revealing a face lined with age and wear. His voice rasped as he turned toward the passage ahead. "Then let¡¯s go. There¡¯s much to do."


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    They moved through branching tunnels, their footsteps soft against the stone, until they stopped abruptly and turned left.


    Before them stood a crooked wooden door, its surface rough and splintered. Kohtalo pressed a hand against it and pushed, the hinges groaning softly as the door opened. She stepped inside, the man close behind her.


    The room they entered was circular and modestly furnished. Two cushions were on the floor, several clay pots and bowls were neatly arranged on a stone shelf, and a carved set of drawers was tucked against the wall.


    The old man''s robes billowed as he settled onto a cushion, his strained joint protesting the movement. He sighed and set the lantern down before turning to Kohtalo. "Bring the small mortar and pestle."


    The girl nodded and went to the shelf. She carefully lifted the pestle¡ªa club-shaped tool¡ªand a stone bowl, the mortar. Cradling the items in her arms, she brought them to the old man and set them gently on the stone floor.


    The man gazed at Kohtalo steadily, waiting for her to sit across from him before speaking. "Sore throat, ten cycles old," he said, folding his arms. "What ingredients are needed?"


    Kohtalo hesitated for a moment. "Glyk¨®riza, M¨¦li, Piper¨®riza."


    He rested his hands beneath his chin, nodding slightly. "Your reasoning?"


    "Piper¨®riza is for relieving sore throats and perhaps nausea. Since the recipient is ten, she''ll need the M¨¦li for any injuries and to calm her cough when she sleeps."


    The old man closed his eyes briefly and nodded. "And the Glyk¨®riza?"


    Kohtalo shrugged her shoulders. "For headaches, maybe?"


    The man softly chuckled, tremors running through his body. "A good combination. The only thing I''d add would be dyosmos¡ªto reduce any irritation." His laughs transitioned into coughs leading him to restrain himself. "Ok, begin preparing it."


    Kohtalo nodded and stood up. The old man drew a water pouch from under his robe and motioned for her to come closer. He tilted the pouch and had her meticulously wash her hands over the running water. She walked to the drawer after she finished and swiftly removed the required ingredients with practiced ease. A combination of wooden jars, bowls, and leather pouches were withdrawn, some returned after a brief inspection while the rest were kept. She gathered the selected items, closed the drawer, and returned to her seat. After shaking a sampling of piper¨®riza and dyosmos into the mortar, she ground the green and brown powders together.


    "Take care not to over-add," the old man remarked, his eyes occasionally flicking open to observe her work. Kohtalo nodded her understanding, setting the pestle down as she slowly added the Glyk¨®riza.


    Once satisfied with the mixture, Kohtalo opened a jar and carefully poured honey into the mortar. She stirred the contents thoroughly, ensuring the mixture was uniform, before transferring it into a bowl.


    Kohtalo carried the bowl to the man, her movements slow and deliberate to avoid spilling the mixture. She set it down before the man and then returned to her cushion.


    The old man dipped a finger into the sticky mixture and tasted it, his expression thoughtful. ¡°Hmmm,¡± he murmured, letting the mixture coat his throat. ¡°It¡¯s good. Set it aside¡ªKipu will come to collect it.¡± He handed the bowl back to Kohtalo, wiping the remnants of the paste from his fingers. ¡°On to the next. The patient is twenty cycles old. The same considerations apply, but make it much stronger than normal¡ª¡±


    Suddenly, his words trailed off. His gaze became unfocused, his eyes glossing over.


    Noticing his silence, Kohtalo slowly turned to him, careful of the bowl in her hand. "Elder?"


    The Elder''s eyelids shut before reopening moments later, focused and alert. "The men have left the forest."


    Kohtalo set the bowl on the shelf. "Oh, really?" she said, her tone distant, her gaze wandering toward the room''s entrance.


    The Elder stretched his left arm out, grasping faintly at the air. ¡°The hunt appears successful,¡± he murmured. His hand fell to his side, his lips curling into a low chuckle. ¡°Kohtalo, the Hunt Master didn¡¯t fail us. They hunted down an elafiot¨¦ras.¡±A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Kohtalo whipped around to face the Elder, her pale cheeks flushed. ¡°That¡¯s incredible! We¡¯ll have enough marrow to last seven more cycles.¡±


    The Elder squinted, his eyes glazing over once more. ¡°Go to the drawer,¡± he instructed, his brows bunching. ¡°Think carefully about what you¡¯ll use in the mixture. Come to me once you¡¯ve decided.¡±


    The Elder closed his eyes, his thoughts racing as Kohtalo began her work.


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    Kipu, come.


    A young man stood dazed in a field of golden crops, their dandelion hue vivid against the arid desert backdrop. He wore a white robe and a scarf-like fabric wrapped around his head, secured by a black band. Shaking his head, he tried to push the intrusive thought from his mind.


    "Kipu, are you ok?"


    A woman approached from his left, a stone hoe in her hand. Carefully parting the plants, her gaze softened with concern as she neared him.


    "Yeah," Kipu responded with a sharp nod. He squatted and grasped for a hoe he had dropped, attempting a bright smile as he straightened. "Just lost focus for a moment."


    "Are you sure?" she asked, raising a hand to his forehead.


    "Like I said, Jol¡ªyes, I am," Kipu replied, stepping away from her reach. He slowly backed through the crops, his steps deliberate through the crops. "Anyway, I need to go. The Elder summoned me," he added, turning abruptly and striding away.


    Jol''s face tightened with worry. "Do you need me to come with you?"


    "No," Kipu called over his shoulder, quickening his pace. "I can manage on my own." He weaved through the plants, edging closer to the field¡¯s edge. Breaking free of the crops, he squinted, scanning the horizon.


    The landscape stretched endlessly before him¡ªrolling dunes and vast expanses of sand, painted in monotonous shades of brown. Pulling down his scarf to shield his eyes from the sun¡¯s glare, he turned left and pushed forward, keeping the field within sight.


    A short while later, the sound of running water reached his ears. Kipu raised his head and looked ahead. A stream cut through the desert''s desolation, its waters shimmering against the barren landscape. Beyond the stream, a scattering of buildings stood, their dark brown color blending with the surroundings, making them nearly invisible. A bridge stretched across the stream, connecting both sides.


    Kipu trudged the remaining distance and stepped onto the rope bridge. He crossed quickly to the other side and headed toward the nearest structure. The sun-baked building had dark brown walls, their rough, uneven surface marked by cracks and faint handprints pressed into the bricks. A leather covering hung over the entrance, serving as a shield against the elements.


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    Reaching the covering, Kipu pulled it aside and stepped into the building. With no windows to admit light, darkness enveloped him, save for the faint glow seeping through the gap beneath the entrance. His gaze swept the mud-brick walls, which held shelves laden with tools and assorted items.


    He exited the building after storing the hoe and walked deeper into the settlement, passing several structures of similar design. Despite the distance he had covered, Kipu hadn¡¯t encountered another living soul. That changed as he approached a large building¡ªnearly triple the size of the others¡ªwhere the sounds of squeals and laughter reached his ears.


    ¡°Gyu, stop running! Qio, let go of Brie¡¯s hair! Children, settle down!¡±


    A faint smile crossed Kipu¡¯s face as he neared the building¡¯s entrance.


    Suddenly, the leather curtain jerked aside, and a small figure hurtled out, nearly bowling Kipu over.


    Kipu instinctively caught the child, his arms wrapping around him as he took a steadying step back. Holding the squirming figure at arm¡¯s length, he squinted down. ¡°Gyu. I should have known.¡±


    The boy grinned up at him, a gap in his teeth showing. ¡°Kipu! You¡¯re back!¡± He lunged forward again, burying his face in Kipu¡¯s robe.


    The leather covering once again flew open, and a disheveled woman rushed out. ¡°Children, stay still! I need to find Gyu¡ªoh, Kipu. Gyu, there you are!¡±


    Gyu darted behind Kipu, using him as a convenient shield.


    The woman groaned in frustration. She raised her head and turned pleading eyes toward Kipu.


    Kipu sighed, reaching behind to grab Gyu by the arm and pulling him forward.


    The boy squealed, squirming in protest. "Kipu, you traitor!"


    The woman shook her head in mild disapproval and gently took Gyu¡¯s hand. "Gyu, don¡¯t say that. It¡¯s not respectful." She bent down and whispered into his ear, "Calm down, and I¡¯ll tell you one of my stories later."


    Gyu¡¯s struggles subsided. His gaze narrowed suspiciously. "Which one?"


    She flicked his ear with a playful smirk. "Oh, perhaps your favorite¡ªThe Mortal and the Monster."


    Instantly, the child''s protests ceased, and he became more compliant.


    The woman¡¯s tense expression eased as she lightly turned him toward the entrance. "Now go inside. I¡¯ll be right behind you."


    With a quick nod, Gyu rushed into the building.


    She let out a long sigh of relief once he disappeared. "Kipu, I love kids, but I¡¯m at my limit. I don¡¯t know how long I can fight off sleep."


    Kipu gave her a sympathetic glance, patting her lightly on the back. "Just hold out a little longer, Maxi. The others will be done in the field soon. You¡¯ll get a break then."


    Straightening her posture, she patted her robe and hair, trying to regain composure. "Anyway, where were you heading? Shouldn¡¯t you still be with them?"


    "I was summoned," Kipu said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Do you have any water?"


    Maxi¡¯s hand moved to her waist, her expression apologetic. "I think so... but I left my pouch inside. Wait here." She disappeared into the building and returned moments later, holding a large leather pouch. "Here you go."


    Kipu raised the pouch and drank deeply, the cool water soothing his parched throat. Once satisfied, he returned it and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.


    Maxi smiled softly, holding the entrance covering open. "When you get back, will you return to the field?"


    Kipu shrugged. "Depends on what the Elder wants."


    "Well, if you¡¯re free, could you help me?"


    He turned to leave, his voice trailing over his shoulder. "When I return."


    Maxi momentarily watched him before slipping back inside, greeted by the children¡¯s excited cries.


    As Kipu rounded the building, he pulled off his scarf, revealing damp blonde hair clinging to his skin. The settlement ended here; no more buildings lay ahead. He squinted against a sudden gust of wind, raising a hand to shield his face. Finding shade by the wall, he crouched, letting his hair fall around his face.


    "Ok children, settle down."


    Kipu glanced up at a small window, the children''s giggles and shuffles drifting out from within.


    "Quiet down, let me begin," Maxi continued, her tone light and calm.


    Kipu leaned against the wall, his gaze drifting to the dunes beyond.


    Maxi¡¯s voice softened, her words flowing through the window. "The Mortal and the Monster. A tale of two from different worlds, separated by fate, yet united by love."


    Kipu exhaled deeply, rose to his feet, and adjusted his scarf. He cast a fleeting glance at the window. The story would have to wait; he had somewhere else to be.


    Kipu pulled his scarf up against the dusty wind and stepped into the desert, his strides measured as the wind swirled the sand around him.

 Chapter 7

    The hunters raced across the arid desert atop sleds, their reins fastened to chthonidras burrowing beneath the sand. They sped through the sweltering heat, clouds of dust and dirt erupting in their wake.


    The Hunt Master led the group across the dunes, carving a path through the shifting sands toward their destination¡ªa palm-frond oasis shimmering in the heat. He reined in sharply, bringing the chthonidra to a brisk stop. Without pause, he leaped from the sled, unfastened the bridle and reins, tucking them into the chthonidra''s stomach. As the other hunters arrived, he withdrew his hand from the creature¡¯s slimy, convulsing innards and signaled them to do the same.


    He briefly glanced around the oasis, confirming its safety before turning to address the group. "We''ll rest here," he announced, his voice firm and steady. "Sax, Char, Ion, set up the tent and bring some food. The rest of you will keep watch."


    The Hunt Master''s gaze lingered on Puty and Hutu before raising his hand to beckon them forward. Silently, the three hunters broke away, moving a short distance into the desert.


    Ion removed the bridle, glancing sideways as the Hunt Master stepped beyond the oasis''s radius. He tugged absentmindedly at a strand of hair, sighing deeply as he stowed the sled and bridle. His fingers gently stroked the chthonidra''s rough mandible before he gave a sharp whistle, dismissing it.


    Ion rose to his feet and dusted off his robe, his gaze searching for either Sax or Char.


    Ion rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his robe. His gaze swept over the surroundings, searching for either Sax or Char, eyes darting between the scattering of hunters.


    Suddenly, a commotion erupted among a circle of hunters closest to the oasis, their gazes fixed on something in their midst. Ion''s eyes narrowed as curiosity took hold, and he began striding toward them to see what had captured their attention.


    As he rounded the group, a groan escaped him. His gaze landed on Char.


    He wrestled with his chthonidra, struggling to unbridle the uncooperative creature. It jerked its head violently, resisting his efforts, claws digging into the dirt as it attempted to burrow back into the ground.


    The hunters laughed, jeering at Char as he fought to maintain control.


    "Rub her head," Suio called, demonstrating with quick hand gestures. "That works with mine."


    "No, no," Reo objected, shaking his head. "Stroke her mandibles. That calms them down."


    "Just knock her on the head; show who''s boss!" another shouted.


    "Stare into her eyes," a fourth suggested, his tone serious despite his twinkling eyes.


    Their voices meshed in a chaotic cacophony, each hunter certain their method was superior.


    Char¡¯s movements grew more erratic as the chthonidra thrashed and twisted. Beads of sweat traced down his temple, and as if sensing Ion''s presence he glanced up, eyes wide and pleading.


    Ion hesitated for just a moment before stepping forward.


    ¡°Hold her head down,¡± Char instructed in a hushed voice as Ion squatted beside him, his hands already moving into place. Char focused on fiddling with the bridle, his fingers clumsy and rushed.


    Ion complied, pressing the chthonidra¡¯s head firmly against the ground, straining against her resistance. Relief washed over him as Char finally removed the bridle.


    The moment of satisfaction was short-lived. The chthonidra seized the opportunity, jerking free from Ion¡¯s grasp. Before either could react, it tunneled underground in a blur of movement and vanished.


    The Hunters groaned in unison, their exclamations and teasing remarks rippling through the group as they gradually dispersed.


    Char flung the bridle onto the ground with a frustrated grunt before sinking heavily onto the sand.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Ion dropped beside him, stretching his legs out with a sigh. "Still struggling with her?"


    Char tiredly rubbed his eyes. "She can''t decide whether to listen or fight me. I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m doing wrong. It shouldn¡¯t be this hard. No one else has it this bad."


    Ion pushed himself to his feet and extended a hand. "Relax. You¡¯ll get the hang of it," he said, his smile warm.


    Char''s lips curved up as he clasped Ion¡¯s hand, letting himself pull him upright. "Yeah. You¡¯re right."


    Ion''s gaze flitted around the oasis before settling on Sax struggling with the camp setup. He nodded toward the scene. "Let¡¯s go. Looks like Sax could use some help¡ªhe keeps looking over."


    Char started forward but paused, glancing back at the pile of dusty sledding items. "Where should I keep them?" he queried, lightly brushing a speck of grim of the reins. "I doubt the chthonidra will come if I try summoning it again."


    Ion waved a hand dismissively as he strode ahead. "Just leave it by a tree or rock. It¡¯ll be fine."


    Char nodded his confirmation, grabbing the items before safely stashing them away.


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    Kipu stood before a jagged opening, its sides framed by worn, smooth rocks. Thin trails of sand trickled down its sides, carried by the desert wind. He raised his scarf against a sudden gust before starting down the cave, into a sloping tunnel.


    A few steps into the passage, Kipu was thrust into darkness, the shadows consuming the minuscule light trickling from the entrance. Nonetheless, he continued down, a guiding hand placed against the smooth rock surface of the wall.


    As Kipu walked down the passage, a faint light appeared ahead, growing brighter with each step. As the tunnel opened into a cavern, the soft glow of a lantern at its center revealed a slight, frail figure seated silently before its light.


    Despite Kipu''s entry, the figure didn''t turn around. Instead, they kept their gaze trained past the lantern, at a passage at the opposite end, muttering softly.


    "Kohtalo?" Kipu called, walking forward and tapping her shoulder.


    Kohtalo jumped in fright and turned sharply. "Kipu!" she exclaimed, stepping back. "Don''t scare me like that."


    Kipu smiled and ruffled her hair. "I''ll do as I like, but more importantly..." He put his hands on her shoulders. Who were you talking to?"


    ¡°What do you mean?¡± Kohtalo said, brushing her hair back and avoiding his eyes.


    Kipu tilted her chin to face him. ¡°You were saying something when I came in. Don¡¯t think I didn¡¯t hear you.¡±


    Kohtalo swallowed and let out a nervous giggle. ¡°Oh, that,¡± she mumbled, her fingers fidgeting with her hair. ¡°It¡¯s nothing. The Elder was just here. You probably heard me talking to him.¡±


    Kipu fixed her with a disbelieving gaze. "Really? Your voice didn''t seem loud enough for¡ª"


    ¡°Oh!¡± Kohtalo interrupted, her voice rising as she backed away. ¡°The Elder left something for you. I¡¯ll go get it!¡± Without waiting for a response, she darted into the passage, her voice echoing faintly as she called, ¡°Wait here!¡±


    She returned moments later with a small grass basket. As Kipu accepted it, he reached inside and withdrew a pouch marked with numeric symbols, tracing them with his fingers as he turned it over.


    Kohtalo bent to pick up the lantern and turned to Kipu. ¡°You know you have to be careful with this, right?¡± She reached into the basket and pulled out a small, furled scroll. ¡°This tells who gets what and how they¡¯re supposed to use it.¡± She carefully tucked the scroll back into the basket, her gaze momentarily flickered away before returning. ¡°Just... make sure each pouch goes to the right person, okay?¡± she finished, her voice trailing off.


    Kipu nodded, pushing the scroll deeper into the basket. He raised his head and frowned, his gaze lingering on her pale face and dull blonde hair. Gently, he brushed a strand from her cheek and frowned. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. Are you okay?¡± he asked, his voice low and concern etched in his features.


    Kohtalo¡¯s eyes drifted past him, her gaze distant and unfocused. Slowly, her brows knit together, and her lips curved downward into a frown.


    Kipu gripped her shoulders and gave them a light shake, forcing her to meet his eyes. ¡°Kohtalo, didn¡¯t you hear me?¡±


    ¡°Huh?¡± she muttered, her fists clenching at her sides as her gaze flicked over his shoulder.


    Kipu turned and scanned the empty chamber, his brow furrowing. He looked back at her, his voice sharper. ¡°What are you looking at¡ª¡±


    Kohtalo¡¯s gaze snapped back to him, and she forced a strained smile. ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± She stepped forward and gave him a light push. ¡°You should go now. I need to get back to the Elder and finish my work.¡±


    Kipu hesitated, lingering as he turned toward the tunnel. ¡°Are you sure you¡¯re okay?¡±


    Kohtalo¡¯s grip tightened around the lantern¡¯s handle, her knuckles whitening. Through gritted teeth, she replied, ¡°Yes, I¡¯m fine. Just a little pain in my head. It¡¯s nothing to worry about.¡±


    Kipu frowned. ¡°I hope you told the Elder?¡±


    ¡°I will, once I¡¯m back,¡± she said quickly, her gaze drifting away again. She edged toward the opposite passage, her expression distant.


    ¡°Alright,¡± Kipu replied, nodding despite the lingering concern in his eyes. He turned and strode toward the tunnel. Within moments, his figure disappeared into the shadows.


    As the echoes of his footsteps faded, Kohtalo let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly, mid-motion, Kohtalo paused. Her gaze darted to the left, narrowing. ¡°You think that was funny?¡± she hissed, her voice low and sharp. ¡°What was our deal?¡±


    The chamber was silent, but her eyes stayed fixed on the shadows. Her hands began to tremble. ¡°Never do that again,¡± she said curtly, her words clipped. ¡°I won¡¯t forgive you if you do.¡±


    Her head snapped forward, and with cheeks flushed with anger, she stormed into the tunnel, the lantern swinging at her side.

 Chapter 8

    The trio of Ion, Sax, and Char had pitched a tent to protect themselves from the relentless desert sun. The hunters sat in a loose circle, resting beneath the tent''s canopy as they reclined on rugs and cushions. Laughter rippled through the group as they recalled stories of their most outlandish exploits.


    As the chatter lulled, Suio propped his head on one hand, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. He cast a glance at Lak. "Your turn, Lak," he drawled. Leaning back and closing his eyes, he added, "Dazzle us with one of your legendary hunts¡ªI could use a good nap."


    Lak stared blankly, his expression calm and unaffected. "They''re all the same," he began, his voice low and measured. "Find the trail of an animal¡ªbroken branches, tracks, or droppings¡ªthen follow it, studying its movements and patterns. Once you¡¯ve picked a good spot for the hunt, preferably along its path, report back." He paused, considering whether to add more, then closed his eyes. "It¡¯s always the same routine. Nothing exciting."


    Suio gave an exaggerated snort and jolted upright. "Oh, huh," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. "Already over? I wasn¡¯t even deep in."


    Puty cleared his throat sharply, fixing Suio with a pointed glare. "Enough."


    Suio raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. As an apology, I''ll regale you all with an account of my first hunt."


    Reclining once more with a mischievous grin, he began. "It was three cycles ago, back when Ion and Char were small, happy children," he said, nodding toward them. "I was sent into the forest with nothing and told I couldn''t return until I¡¯d hunted and brought back a beast."


    His arms moved animatedly, painting the scene in the air. "There I was¡ªno food, no weapon... nothing! But did I panic? Of course not. I smiled and foraged through the forest until I found a long, dry branch. Then, I journeyed to the river in search of a sharp stone, and after finding it, used it to whittle the branch into a spear."


    Lak, who had been quietly observing, interrupted, "Then you tracked down a lone erythrokeros left behind by its herd," he said, finger tapping a brisk rhythm on his thigh. "Apart from tracking down the beast faster, everything was the same as the rest of us... nothing exciting."


    Suio bristled up as a wave of laughter erupted around the group. Ion quietly observed the hunters'' interactions with one another, a slight smile on his face. His gaze drifted to the Hunt Master, who lay reclined on a fur rug, his expression calm and unreadable. Adjusting his position on a cushion, Ion momentarily hesitated before speaking, his voice cutting through the chatter. "What about you, Hunt Master? Do you have any tales to share?"


    The Hunt Master''s eyes slowly opened. "Tales?" he repeated.


    Ion swallowed under the growing quiet, acutely aware of the hunters'' collective focus. "Perhaps... your first hunt?"


    The Hunt Master let the silence stretch, his gaze fixed on Ion. Then, without warning, he sat upright and turned to face him fully. "I don''t tell tales. I tell history."


    Puty chortled, his cheeks puffing as his head dipped. "What an embarrassing thing to say."


    A gruff chuckle came from the tent¡¯s entrance. The Hunt Master¡¯s gaze shifted right, past the flapping tent cloth, settling on Hutu¡¯s hunched frame. His broad shoulders shook with laughter, clearly at the Hunt Master''s expense.


    "What are you laughing at?" the Hunt Master exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as they flitted between Puty and Hutu. "It''s your history too." He shook his head, then turned back to Ion. "Anyway, this was long before you were born¡ªabout twenty cycles ago." His gaze swept the circle, his expression distant. "Apart from Hutu and that old man Puty, none of you were even alive."


    "Tradition was the same back then," the Hunt Master said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, his words painting a vivid picture. "Well... with one key difference. Unlike now, when you''re left to wander and track prey near or far from the cave, back then, the prospective hunter was put to sleep and carried deep into a part of the forest they''d never seen before. If they managed to kill an animal, navigate the forest, and make their way back, they were deemed ready to join the hunters."


    His eyes grew sharp, and his hands clenched into fists. "Many of our people died that way, and it¡¯s because of those losses that we face the struggles we do now."


    Ion''s breath hooked. His tongue licked his dry lips. He could barely imagine the horror he would have felt, experiencing such a horror.


    For a moment, all was silent. The air hung heavy as the Hunt Master steadied himself. "No matter," he said finally, his voice calmer. "Hutu and I were the same age and took the test together. They put us to sleep and left us in some random location."If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    "When I woke up, I first saw Hutu, already awake and busy sharpening a branch into a spear. He must have been up for some time¡ªhe''d even scouted the area."


    The Hunt Master straightened his back before stroking his beard with a slight smile curving his lips. "I didn¡¯t want to intrude on the sanctity of his hunt, so I chose to part ways and begin preparations for mine."


    Puty raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Hah, you left because you didn¡¯t like him. You know as well as I that your relationship back then wasn¡¯t as good as it is now. Some historyteller you are, twisting it to suit you."


    "We were left in a rocky area with far fewer trees than usual," the Hunt Master continued, ignoring Puty''s words. "So, like Hutu, I crept through the underbrush, searching for fallen branches."


    "It would¡¯ve been easy to catch a small animal by setting a snare or digging a shallow pit. Technically, I¡¯d have been made a hunter if I returned with such a creature since it didn¡¯t break any rules¡ªbut it was unthinkable."


    He shook his head, a wry smile appearing on his face. "There was no written rule against it, but to return without pushing beyond your limits... it would¡¯ve been shameful. Back then, a hunter''s worth was measured by the difficulty of their hunt¡ªby facing a challenge greater than what they were accustomed to."


    "A different period," Lak commented thoughtfully.


    "A harsher period," Puty corrected, his expression somber.


    "Indeed," the Hunt Master murmured, his gaze growing distant and unfocused, his tone dropping as he shifted through memories. "I¡¯d chosen my prey long before."


    Fafon, previously silent, leaned forward. "What beast did you choose?" he inquired.


    The Hunt Master''s focus snapped onto him, eyes boring into Fafon. "The same we just hunted," he answered, his voice disturbingly low yet resonating clearly through the tent. "An elafiot¨¦ras."


    Leaning back, the Hunt Master coughed before clearing his throat. He looked to the tent''s roof and continued, ¡°I¡¯d heard the hunters talking among themselves¡ªa scout had reported a sighting. He¡¯d seen it during one of his expeditions through the forest.¡±


    ¡°And, as a rash youth, our Hunt Master decided to go after it,¡± Puty interjected, shaking his head slightly. His gaze turned pointedly toward the Hunt Master. ¡°What was going through your mind? Did you want tales of your heroics sung long after you¡¯d joined the ancestors?¡±


    "I can''t explain it myself," the Hunt Master confessed, his tone introspective. "You could be right, or maybe I wanted to stake my claim as the next Hunt Master." He shrugged lightly. "We''ll never know for certain."


    Fafon studied him, his expression unreadable. "You''ve never mentioned this story before."


    The Hunt Master glanced at him before turning away, practically dismissing him. "I''ve never mentioned this history before," he sharply corrected. "And no, I haven¡¯t¡ªno one before Ion has ever thought to ask me about my first hunt."


    "Hunt Master, please stay on point," Puty quickly injected.


    "Yes," the Hunt Master acknowledged. "After crafting a spear and a few small knives, I scoured the surroundings carefully, searching for an animal I could follow to a stream. After finding one, I tracked it patiently, waiting for it to need a drink."


    "It didn¡¯t happen immediately¡ªthe animal was cautious, so I had to remain still for long stretches," he continued. "But eventually, it led me to the Tachyro¨ªs River."


    "I climbed a tree and followed the river toward the location the hunters had mentioned," the Hunt Master said. "But I made a mistake before I found it. I got too excited and slipped off a branch."


    Puty sighed and shook his head, muttering something under his breath.


    The Hunt Master ignored him, continuing, "I tumbled from bough to bough before landing heavily on the ground."


    "Were you hurt?" Char asked, his eyes wide with attention.


    The Hunt Master shook his head. "Just a few bumps and bruises, nothing serious."


    "The ancestors favor you, Hunt Master," Lak remarked, his head lowered.


    "Yes, and since I didn¡¯t want to lose our ancestors'' favor," the Hunt Master replied. "I quickly got to my feet despite feeling quite embarrassed."


    "Then what happened?" Char asked, his voice rapt with curiosity.


    "Then..." The Hunt Master trailed off, his expression darkening, as though a shadow passed over his thoughts.


    The hunters shifted uneasily, weighted by his heavy pause. All eyes stayed fixed on him, waiting for the next words.


    But suddenly, the Hunt Master coughed, breaking the moment. He lightly touched his chest as he cleared his throat.


    Hutu growled from the entryway, his head turned toward the gathering.


    "Are you all right, Hunt Master?" Puty asked, his concern evident.


    "I''m fine," the Hunt Master said, straightening up. "The desert air''s getting to me." He gave a rueful laugh and smiled slightly. "I must be getting old."


    Puty scoffed. "If you''re old, what does that make me?"


    "A walking corpse," the Hunt Master shot back, drawing peals of booming laughter from the hunters.


    Once the laughter settled, the Hunt Master looked around before standing. "Well, just know I made it back¡ªwith a beast of an animal slung over my shoulders."


    He thrust his arms into the air, and thunderous cheers erupted, rolling out into the open air.


    The Hunt Master threw his head back and laughed uproariously. His gaze swept across the tent before landing on the quiet, withdrawn Sax. The sudden attention caused the man to shrink further into his shell. "Sax, bring the smoked elafiot¨¦ras," he commanded, then turned to the hunters with a booming cry. "We feast!"


    The men responded with a piercing roar, their excitement filling the space.


    While the hunters reveled in their merriment, one among them remained level-headed. His sharp gaze lingered on the tent¡¯s entrance, where he noticed Hutu rise suddenly and slip outside without a word.


    SPLASH! Moments later, a loud splash echoed from beyond the tent.


    Yet none among the men noticed¡ªsave the watcher. He momentarily lingered, his mind tangled with conflicting thoughts, before slowly returning to the festivities, joining the hunters in their feast.

 Chapter 9

    The Squires moved through the forest in absolute silence, their eyes darting nervously to the shadowed tree line. The deeper they ventured, the tighter their circle grew around the hulking steed at the center.


    Squire Charles now held his sheathed sword in his hand. He kept one hand firmly on its grip, his knuckles pale and palms red by the constant strain. Periodically, a distant howl or low growl echoed from the forest, pushing the men closer together.


    They crossed over tree roots as thick as a man¡¯s height, passed beneath forests of sharp hanging vines, and traversed sections where the shadows seemed to breathe. Their pace slowed, steps dragging as exhaustion set in when suddenly, Charles paused.


    As Aayan was directly behind him, he froze, licking his lips as his hands reached for his sword. "Why did you stop?" he whispered nervously, eyes darting around.


    Charles relaxed his grip on the sword, his shoulders loosening. "I see a fire."


    "A fire?" Ihsan echoed, his head poking around the animal¡¯s body.


    Charles nodded sharply as he stepped forward. "It''s probably Knight M¨¹ller."


    The Squires followed, their steps quickening. Bilal, trailing behind, glanced nervously over his shoulder. "How do you know?"


    "To the best of my knowledge, no beast in this forest can conjure fire," Squire Charles explained, leaping over an exposed root and landing lightly atop it. He paused, his brow furrowing as he considered. "At least, the quest orders Knight M¨¹ller received didn''t mention anything about that. But perhaps something has changed."


    Aayan grunted as he struggled up the root, his plump face flushed with exertion. His finger dug into the gnarled bark as he pulled himself over the edge. He collapsed momentarily, catching his breath, before pushing himself to his feet.


    One by one, the squires felt a surge of energy as they scaled the root, the elevation bringing the fire''s glow into their line of sight.


    Aayan''s stomach grumbled, breaking the somber silence and drawing the attention of the other squires.


    Charles shook his head and began climbing down. "If that glow is indeed from Knight M¨¹ller and he says it''s safe, we will eat something," he said, much to the men''s delight.


    The men pressed onward with renewed vigor and began maneuvering the ridgewalker over the root. After struggling to force the beast to the other side, the men rushed forward, eager for whatever meal they could get.


    The massive trees obstructed their view, leaving the men unable to discern anything beyond the large flames. As they drew closer, their pace slowed, excitement giving way to caution. What if it wasn¡¯t Knight M¨¹ller? What would they do? Uncertainty crept into their minds, prompting them to unhook their shields and draw their weapons.


    Moments before stepping from the forest, the Squires exchanged loaded glances and whispered silent prayers. Then, with steeled hearts, they emerged from the trees.


    A wave of sweltering heat greeted them as they entered the clearing, but they barely noticed. Their eyes were locked on the fire at the center.


    It wasn¡¯t the flames that held their attention, but what hung above them¡ªa wolverine. The illumination of the light revealed that the beast was skewered on a spit, slowly roasting as the fire lapped at its charred body.


    They hadn¡¯t seen it from the forest; the dense canopy had hidden it from view. But now, its full, horrifying state lay bare: its skin cracked and split along its body, revealing deep-red muscle beneath. Droplets of rendered fat dripped from the roasting flesh, hissing as they met the roaring flames, sending plumes of thick, greasy smoke into the air.


    "Is that...?" Ihsan muttered, eyes locked on the burning beast.


    "A wolverine," Charles finished the thought, his stomach twisting. His nose wrinkled at the overpowering scent¡ªa harsh mix of burnt hair and sizzling meat.


    Aayan swallowed hard and took a cautious step forward, his wide eyes flitting around the clearing as he raised his shield. Then, suddenly, he froze. His hand slipped from the shield''s grip and shot up, fingers trembling as he pointed. "Squire Charles... look."


    Squire Charles half-unsheathed his sword at the alarm in Aayan¡¯s voice. His eyes snapped left, then right, before narrowing.


    A stone¡¯s throw away, lying in a heap, were the lifeless bodies of two more wolverines.


    "More wolverines?" Bilal asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Even for M¨¹ller, is it possible to kill so many?"


    "Oh, I assure you it is."


    The voice sent a chill through Charles. Without hesitation, he fully unsheathed his sword and turned sharply, his gaze searching.


    Moments later, his grip slackened. His sword lowered, and he inclined his head. "Knight M¨¹ller."


    M¨¹ller stood behind the Squires, an easy-going smile plastered across his face. "I''m glad to see you all made it here safely. Honestly, I wasn¡¯t sure of your chances."


    Charles stepped aside, allowing the Knight to pass. "We haven¡¯t been attacked since splitting up from you."


    M¨¹ller¡¯s ears perked up. "Really?" He tapped his fingers lightly against his thigh. "I would have thought you''d be swarmed. Three¡ªno, even two wolverines would have been enough."This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    Charles shook his head. "Apart from some tense nerves, it was an uneventful journey. Nothing whatsoever to report."


    "Hmm." M¨¹ller¡¯s gaze drifted, unfocused. "Strange, yet interesting." He licked his lips and smiled. "Quite interesting."


    The men stood at attention, waiting for Knight M¨¹ller¡¯s instructions.


    BAYYY!


    M¨¹ller¡¯s steed cried out, breaking the silence and yanking him from his thoughts. "Ah, yes." His figure blurred¡ªvanishing¡ªbefore reappearing beside the ridgewalker. He patted its side, a light smile on his face. "Now I''m glad you survived."


    After inspecting the beast, he nodded and turned to Charles. " There were no injuries. You did well," M¨¹ller praised.


    Reaching into a pouch strapped to the creature, he withdrew a candle. Under his men''s curious gazes, he walked over to the fire and lit the candle. He then laid the candle on the ground before dusting his hands.


    Bilal stepped forward, eyeing the candle warily. "What is that, Knight M¨¹ller?"


    M¨¹ller spared him a glance before turning away. "Nothing much. Just an item that repels beast."


    The men froze.


    Aayan let out a nervous chuckle. "What are you talking about, Sir? Something like that exists?"


    M¨¹ller nodded. "Yes. A new creation from the Temple¡ªI learned of it just before coming here. If you doubt me, ask Charles."


    Charles answered the questioning gazes of the Squires with a nod. While they stood frozen in shock, his gaze shifted to the roasting wolverine. "You built that yourself, Sir?"


    Squatting beside the fire, M¨¹ller dropped something into the flames. "Yes," he replied, carefully drawing his blade across the beast¡¯s charred hide, carving out a piece of meat. "I killed them and decided they''d best serve as a meal."


    He placed the meat in his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored the taste. Then, without turning, he called over his shoulder.


    "Hey."


    The men stiffened.


    "Join me, you all look terrible."


    Aayan, Bilal, and Ihsan exchanged loaded looks. Then, in a flurry of movement, they surged forward.


    They fell upon the wolverine with ravenous hunger, tearing into it with whatever they could¡ªhands, swords, anything. It didn¡¯t matter. Their only thought was to stave off the weakness clawing at their stomachs.


    M¨¹ller folded his hands beneath his chin, watching them devour their meal with an amused twinkle in his eye.


    Eventually, they were satisfied, leaning back with content looks on their faces.


    "I assume you''re all finished?" M¨¹ller asked, scanning the men. "Good." He stood, his gaze shifting to the ridgewalker. "Gather the supplies¡ªwe need to take inventory. Bring everything. I don¡¯t care if it''s personal."


    "What?" Aayan blurted, torn between staring at Knight M¨¹ller and the charring meat. "But I can still... eat."


    "Get up, tubby!" Ihsan grabbed him, ignoring his protests, and hauled him toward the resting ridgewalker. Bilal followed, shaking his head. The beast raised its furry head at their approach, let out a braying cry, then flopped back down.


    The three Squires got to work, unbuckling pouches and satchels strapped to its frame.


    Once finished, they emptied their supplies, gathering everything before trudging over to Knight M¨¹ller, faces tinged with regret.


    M¨¹ller chuckled at their expressions. "Relax. I''ll replace what is used."


    He began rummaging through the supplies, muttering under his breath while taking mental notes.


    Seven water pouches, three strips of jerky, ten throwing knives, and some odds and ends... M¨¹ller rubbed his eyes with a sigh. Not much to work with. I can''t imagine completing the quest like this.


    His gaze shifted to the wolverines'' corpses. We can make more jerky, but what about water?


    "Squire Charles, when was the last time you passed a water source?" he asked abruptly, glancing up.


    Charles folded his arms behind his back. "Nothing since we entered the depths. The last was that stream," he answered tonelessly.


    M¨¹ller exhaled sharply, scratching his chin. "I thought so."


    His gaze swept over the Squires, who stood in silence. "We''ll push on a little longer. Once our provisions can¡¯t sustain us, we turn back immediately."


    His eyes lingered on Aayan. "That means rationing everything¡ªthere''s no room for indulgence or waste."


    He ignored the offended look and continued, "We''ll move in a tight formation around the ridgewalker. If we''re attacked, everyone except Charles focuses on protecting it. He and I will handle everything else."


    "That''s all. Reattach the supplies¡ªwe leave as soon as possible."


    M¨¹ller dismissed the men and turned to the licking flames, his mind still running through his options.


    Perhaps we should cut our losses and leave? It¡¯s the smarter, safer choice. He slowly knelt, bowing his head toward the fire. But I don¡¯t want to leave a bad impression on her. This is the first request she¡¯s given me, and with the length of my indenture, I¡¯d hate to start on the wrong note.


    Straightening his back, he placed his hands on his thighs. Then again, didn¡¯t she mention she has jurisdiction over a small settlement? Maybe they have someone who knows these woods and is competent enough to guide us through them.


    He sighed, closing his eyes. I¡¯ll leave that as a last resort. That¡¯s not how I want to introduce myself to the locals.