Timmy slowed his horse from a canter to a trot as the trees began to thin.
The forest opened gradually, its shadowed stillness giving way to light.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjMVw9NYirz
Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the canopy, warming the countryside in a soft gold.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXmnAdlWiB
Hills stretched outward like gentle waves, their crests brushed with the rose hues of a setting sun.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd8K9dzlTgr
Beyond them, mountains loomed—dark, jagged, eternal—cutting into the amber sky.
It was beautiful. And humbling.
Beside him, Elron rode in silence.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LuYU1TXjy
The dwarf’s massive frame rose and fell with the rhythm of his warhorse. Lines of age and battle marked his face, but there was no bitterness in them—only the quiet weight of memory.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG8yW5IBdEi
His beard was braided with care. His eyes, steady and observant, glanced at Timmy now and then.
“You holdin’ up, lad?” he asked at last—his voice rough, like boots on gravel. But not unkind.
Timmy gave a small nod, though his gaze lingered on the land below.
A ribbon of silver glinted between the hills—a stream winding lazily through the valley, catching the last light.
“We should go down,” he murmured. “Let the horses drink. And rest a bit.”
Elron followed his gaze, then gave a quiet nod.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZo7MJ2N8Tx
“Aye. Sharp eyes. Good call.”
They had ridden since first light—Timmy, Elron, Darwin, and the kin: Grimnir, Borin, and Dwalin.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0twHFoEarl
A grizzled band of warriors, bound by scars and shared purpose.
Darwin’s horse bore the alien captive, wrists shackled in iron. The creature hadn’t spoken in hours. Its head lolled with each step.
Together, they made a strange company—half legend, half shadow—moving along forgotten trails lined with moss and memory.
Behind them, cliffs loomed, streaked with mist and soot from battles long past.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkviTxWiXuV
Above, birds wheeled, their cries lost to the wind.
And ahead waited Morjanon.
Not just a city. A sanctuary. A statement.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4qVvcxxOLl
The last dwarven stronghold—where stone remembered every war, and the forges never cooled.
Timmy wasn’t born of stone, but the name weighed in his chest. Revered. Carried.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡycaTiaijaa
A story whispered into his bones long before he understood its meaning.
The stream below promised reprieve—20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoBeqxL7CkN
A breath between verses in the marching song.
They turned down the slope. Hooves sank into softened ground, thick with summer melt.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVVt4BtcBuf
The earth smelled alive—pine sap, wet moss, wildflowers crushed beneath tread.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSHYZzU2Ggp
The air was clearer here. Untroubled by smoke or city dust.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxmJkGsqHz4
Above, clouds drifted slow and pale across a wide, breathless sky.
Grass shifted beneath their mounts—not from wind, not threat. Just the forest exhaling.
At the water’s edge, the horses drank deeply.
Timmy and Elron dismounted in quiet sync. Boots crunched on gravel. Timmy rolled his shoulders with a wince; Elron stretched, rubbing at the ache in his spine.
A few paces back, Darwin dragged the prisoner down and propped him against a tree. Not roughly. Not kindly. Just done.
The alien slumped there, motionless. Its pale skin shimmered faintly in the fading light. Its expression unreadable.
Silence followed—the kind that settles when nothing more needs to be said.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4dScNyRrlN
The stream whispered over smooth stones.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLOpxkbH883
A hawk cried high above—sharp, distant, free.
For a heartbeat, the world held still.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefNKiQxIz2
Balanced on the edge between journey and memory.
The stream whispered over smooth stones. High above, a hawk cried—sharp, distant, free. For a moment, the world held its breath. Caught between journey and memory.
Elron watched Timmy from the corner of his eye.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNfZ9TIfmdc
The boy’s gaze had settled on the captive—tight with hatred, yes, but there was more beneath it. Something quieter. Coiled deep.
They had kept the alien, hoping someone might unlock its language. But days had passed, and the silence held. Its presence only deepened the shadows behind Timmy’s eyes.
The fire that once lit his face had cooled. Emrys’s brief return—brilliant, impossible—hadn’t rekindled the light behind it.
Now, Timmy stared into the stream as if waiting for a sign.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxTjr1t6btk
His knuckles were white around the reins.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhsPLmZWXhe
Still. Tense. Like the moment before a storm breaks.
Elron knew that kind of stillness. The kind of war that happens behind the ribs.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiiQ2Kbi1Hs
So he said nothing. Just let the stream speak. Let the boy breathe.
Nearby, the others had settled beneath towering trees. Their axes rested beside them like sleeping guardians. Jerky passed from hand to hand, smoke mingling with pine. No words—just presence. Brotherhood. Endurance carved from iron and stone.
Eventually, Elron joined them—silent, grounded.
Then Darwin broke the hush, his voice warm with memory.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡry7lkl2U0k
“Bet Mother’ll cry when she sees us both.”
Elron chuckled low.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp4Fz8Gl9uH
“Aye. She will.”
“My King,” Dwalin said, leaning forward with a glint in his eye, “word travels that ye bear the true Hammer o’ King Durin himself.”
Elron stroked his beard. “That’s what’s been told to me… and what I reckon true.”
Dwalin snorted softly. “Hmph. Yet there’s the tale o’ his son—tryin’ to forge a twin o’ the Hammer when it vanished after Durin’s death. Could be what ye hold’s naught but the pretender.”
Elron gave a slow nod. “Aye, I’ve heard such whispers. But those deeds were five hundred winters past. Truth’s buried deep as the roots o’ the world.”
Borin rumbled from where he sat. “Old tales, older than the first steps o’ men. They say the Hammer was wrought when the Ancients still walked these stones… an’ the earth sang with their craft.”
Grimnir, perched on a flat stone with jerky in hand, glanced toward Timmy.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwAImNSmffE
“You said you’d met this Emrys before,” he said, voice steady—no mockery, only rough-hewn curiosity.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBHQRY2pLuS
“Not just back there.”
Timmy didn’t answer immediately. His eyes traced the ripples of the stream, searching for the right shape in the flow.
“Yes,” he said at last.
Grimnir’s brow furrowed as he leaned forward.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPFASdULE1q
“So… did he appear like that before? Just—out of thin air?”
Timmy’s fingers curled tighter around the reins looped at his wrist. His gaze drifted—not ahead, but back.
A different forest.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAmGQltS4Uj
A darker hour.
Spud beside him, bruised and breathless.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCJCP1ocQ72
Vines writhing like serpents.
Timmy didn’t answer right away.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6WkbG4RjHl
His eyes followed the ripples in the stream, as if they held a secret word, an unspoken shape.
Grimnir’s question hung in the air, but Timmy was gone.
He was in Alderon Forest.
The world around him faded. Horses, dwarves, the stream—all dissolved.
He remembered the canopy folding overhead, thick with moss and damp needles. Mist curled through the underbrush—soft and cold—breathing through the trees like something half-asleep.
They’d wandered too far that day—he and Spud—chasing a red-crested lark, its feather a lucky charm they both swore by.
Fifteen years old, slingshots on their hips, cocky grins they hadn’t earned.
The forest had felt different even then. Older. Heavier. As if they’d stepped into a forgotten page of a long-closed book.
“We laughed, tripping over roots, pelting pinecones at each other. Until…” Timmy’s voice faltered, then steadied.
Elron leaned forward, posture taut.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBVmbgU9XKt
Darwin held still, curiosity replaced by silence.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ67q8j9Fq0j
Grimnir’s face bore no mockery—only interest.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBz9du88Fu
The others waited, axes idle, the mountains listening.
*
Spud crouched low beneath the thickets, fingers moving swiftly through thorny vines and sun-warmed leaves. Beside him, the basket brimmed with berries—crimson and violet, nestled in woven reed. Juice stained his fingertips, sweet and earthy. His breath was calm. Overhead, the breeze whispered through the canopy. Bees droned lazily among the wildflowers.
It had been a good morning.
He reached for one last berry—plump, ripe, brighter than the rest—and popped it into his mouth. Sweetness flooded his tongue.
But then—something changed.
The forest went still.
No birdsong. No flutter of leaves. Just silence, thick and unnatural, pressing in like a held breath.
Spud straightened slowly, the berry’s taste already forgotten. A chill crept up his spine.
Across the clearing, framed by the twisted limbs of an ancient spruce, a figure stood.
Cloaked. Motionless. Hood drawn low.
Sunlight refused to touch him. It bent away, as if repelled. His cloak absorbed the light, swallowed the warmth—shadow given shape. Even the wind edged past him, leaving cold in its wake.
He didn’t move.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyK1wTe4h1N
Didn’t speak.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsk0APfLUZ5
Didn’t threaten.
Still, Spud’s heart pounded. He scanned the woods—looking for escape, for roots that might trip or steady him. The figure stood alone, impossibly still, like a sentinel made of night. Waiting.
Part of Spud wanted to step closer—some primal curiosity reaching past fear. But deeper still, something older whispered: stay back.
He didn’t run.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5BmDekPf2
Not yet.
Curiosity and caution fought in his chest.
And then—just like that—he was gone.
No sound. No movement. Not even a footprint. Only absence, sudden and sharp, as if he’d never been there at all.
Spud stared, breath shallow, as the forest exhaled again around him.
Later, Timmy would remember the look on his face—wide-eyed, lips parted—as if he’d seen something meant to stay hidden, something better left forgotten.
Only one man they knew wore cloaks like that.
Arkin, the Duke’s magician. The shadow beneath the crown.
His cloaks were always layered, always faded—like time itself frayed at his touch. Some said he commanded the old winds. Others claimed he could shape shadow like steel. Children whispered that he spoke in riddles and dreams.
Spud and Timmy had always thought it was just talk. They’d seen Arkin wandering the castle grounds. No sparks. No fire. No summoned beasts.
Truth be told, Timmy wasn’t even sure Arkin was a magician at all.
Now, Timmy’s boots brushed soft moss and damp loam as he followed the winding forest path. Errands done. Breeze light on his shoulders. The familiar rhythm of leaves and earth settled him, his slingshot swinging at his side.
Up ahead, beneath the twisted limbs of an ancient oak, Spud waited—berry basket at his feet, mischief glinting in his eyes.
Timmy grinned.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ULIoFX6OE
“Fancy a bit of practice?”
Spud’s grin widened—that grin, the same one he wore when he used to sneak frogs into Timmy’s boots. He stepped aside and nodded.
They moved in sync without speaking. Just breath, laughter, and the sharp snap of stones ricocheting off bark. No targets needed—just the forest and the joy of being brothers.
Then—20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOG9IOYpghN
Timmy stopped cold.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3QzSPHSAP
Fingers hovering over moss.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡunphhZgS1h
Eyes fixed on the tree line.
Something stirred—shadows thickening at the edge of the clearing.
“Spud,” he said quietly, voice tight.
His brother straightened. “What is it?”
The figure had returned.
Cloaked. Hooded.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡILIbn9x4oU
Moving like smoke—silent, wrong—gliding where feet should stumble.
Timmy acted on instinct. He grabbed Spud and pulled him behind the thick oak. The bark scraped their arms as they pressed flat against it.
They didn’t breathe.
The forest didn’t either.
No birdsong. No wind.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHBVQS5QZb
Just stillness—taut and waiting.
Only the low hoot of an owl, distant and mournful, broke the silence.
Spud leaned closer, jaw clenched.
“What—?” he began.
“Quiet,” Timmy whispered, finger to his lips.
His eyes scanned the gloom, sharp and alert. One hand found a smooth stone in the moss and slipped it into his pocket.
Beside him, Spud peered through the leaves, heart pounding. The air felt colder now, heavier, pressing behind his eyes like a warning. His skin prickled. Something unnatural was out there—he could feel it.
The slingshot hung forgotten. Instinct took its place.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnJ0zro6VYJ
Curiosity gave way to caution.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLT1ec9TC9s
Childhood faltered under the weight of something older.
“Something’s off about him,” Timmy murmured, his voice barely louder than breath.
Spud swallowed. “All black? Hooded?”
Timmy nodded, jaw clenched.
In the clearing, the figure loomed. A void in cloth. Watching.
The boys froze. Still as stone. No breath. No rustle.
The ancient forest, tangled deep in myth, bore silent witness. Leaves trembled on unmoving branches. The owl hooted again—drawn-out, sorrowful. Like mourning.
Then—20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfemNPP4BvT
Crack.
A sharp sound split the air. Both boys flinched. Hearts hammering. Limbs tense.
Their eyes met—wide, panicked—then snapped toward the noise.
The weight of danger thickened. The air felt close, suffocating.
Spud squinted through the foliage. At first—nothing. Just shadow. Then—him.
The black-cloaked figure slid into view—too smooth, too quiet. His hood tilted slightly. They couldn’t see his face, but they felt his gaze, sharp and searching.
It cut through bark and leaves.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVqL63b0kdR
It saw.
Spud shuddered. Something brushed the edges of his thoughts, scraping to get in. He clenched his teeth, fists tight, and shoved back—raw instinct rising like a shield.
Beside him, Timmy scanned the treetops. The light was gone, swallowed by bruised clouds crawling over the sky. The forest had changed.
It no longer watched.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6o8Nijpcs
It mourned.
“He’s looking,” Spud whispered, voice brittle. “For something... or someone.”
Timmy gave a grim nod, eyes flicking upward. The sky writhed—clouds clawing at each other, wind curling like a curse. The figure ahead pulsed with wrongness, a discord that grated against the bones of the world.
“He can’t be worse than the bee swarm last winter,” Spud muttered, aiming for levity—but the joke fell flat in the silence.
Timmy didn’t blink. “I’ll unleash the bees on you in a minute.”
Then the figure moved.
He slipped between trees with eerie grace, vanishing and reappearing as if the forest folded around him—obeying his will. Space itself seemed to twist in his wake.
The boys exchanged a wide-eyed glance. Their breath caught.
They should run.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyruQmMDual
But they didn’t.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Fhwa0o3oY
The rhythm of their afternoon shattered—like glass underfoot—replaced by something older than fear.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSyyETt4LXE
Older than words.
From the shadows, the figure emerged again.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGnMJaSUAvH
Not walking.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbWVh4U6nIq
Arriving.
He moved like a memory—less man than echo, more presence than shape.
The glade fell utterly still.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa4mHqNvrYY
Even the wind held its breath.
Above, the owl cried again—a low, broken sound cutting through the silence like sorrow given voice.
Storm clouds strangled the last of the twilight.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFC78sJ73K6
Rain began to fall.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO112iKvZSu
Not fast—just slow, heavy drops, cold as warnings.
No lightning. No thunder.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLerIzEL7j
Just the low hum of something wrong.
Spud winced as pressure surged in his skull. Something pushed, probing his thoughts.
He clenched his teeth. Resisted.
Then the figure raised his arm—slow, deliberate.
From beneath the tattered cloak, a wiry hand emerged.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWh1Iazq5O
Skeletal. Unshaking.
And it pointed.
A gesture without words, yet it screamed.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2NuPWarwWJ
Not a command.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMwDAQg0n7
Not a threat.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKRLLvP6RGF
A curse.
Spud felt it—bone-deep.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPyBWkSb5Z
An invisible weight crushed his chest.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡimWfwc91YC
Something ancient scraped his spirit like flint on skin.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR7yDxacQAt
The hood remained a void, but its silence thundered.
Dread washed over them, bitter and raw.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrqOFdTsjXt
This wasn’t a traveler.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡApCrc2Y343
Not some wandering mage.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMM84zf2Hda
This was a purpose-made menace.
The rain hissed harder through the trees—20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU5LJwV1A7d
as if the storm had chosen a side.
Then Timmy stepped forward.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOwppcB4BGx
Jaw clenched.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSXH683k8jP
Shoulders squared.
Spud felt a spark flare in his chest.
Together—drenched, trembling, small—20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0crlHpVzbJ
they stood defiant.
Sparks bloomed, flickering on slick bark and silvering the figure’s cloak. Thunder rolled like a war drum. Arcane energy coiled at the figure’s fingertips. Wind tore at their soaked clothes; rain stung their eyes like needles.
Spud’s thoughts scattered, tumbling like leaves in a gale. His skull throbbed—an echoing second heartbeat pounding behind his eyes, pulsing with pain and confusion.
Without a word, Timmy lunged. One fluid motion—he grabbed Spud and hurled them both behind a gnarled oak, ancient and wide.
A bolt struck where they had stood—not lightning, something worse. It screamed through the air, slammed into the ground, detonating in a geyser of fire, mud, and splintered wood. The earth shook. Trees wailed.
Spud landed hard, breath ripped from his chest. Rain blurred his wide, disbelieving eyes. His lungs refused to draw air. His limbs shook.
Beside him, Timmy crouched, jaw clenched tight. A fresh gash bled down his temple, but his stare was fierce and unblinking—a blade in the storm.
Then the world tilted.
Something unseen slammed into Spud’s mind—not physical, but like a club. He staggered, knees buckling beneath him. His vision blurred, tunneled, swam. The ache behind his eyes hammered in time with the storm’s ragged rhythm.
He clutched his head, choking on a breath.
The figure hadn’t moved.
—but something unseen had reached out, slicing through Spud’s thoughts like a blade.
Panic surged—raw, animal, sharp and deep. He wasn’t just being watched.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOkLcmNFE6N
He was being opened.
Then the sky cracked.
A jagged lightning bolt—too sharp, too pure to be natural—seared through the clouds. It didn’t strike them. It aimed straight for the cloaked menace.
Timmy’s breath caught, heart pounding like a war drum trapped beneath his ribs. His fists clenched, fingers trembling—not from weakness, but from that volatile mix of fear and defiance only the young and unbroken could summon. The world narrowed to a blade’s edge—stormlight flickering through rain-soaked trees, air sharp with magic.
The figure twisted violently. His cloak snapped like it had caught fire from within. Shadows peeled away in ragged sheets, scorched and curling like burnt bark.
For a breathless heartbeat, he lay still—smoke curling from him like burnt parchment.
Spud swallowed hard, throat tight. Ash coated his tongue. He couldn’t move. Didn’t dare. Dread coiled in his gut—slow, cold—but tangled in it was awe. Horrible and vast.
He felt the storm—not on his skin, but inside it. As if the sky itself pressed against his ribs.
Then the figure rose.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW5vpD238EY
Slow. Unhurried.
Not like a man recovering—20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdIpWgYvOh7
but like one returning to his natural state.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkefiorl92f
Composed. Unbroken. Almost... amused.
A chill scraped down Timmy’s spine. He glanced sideways—and Spud was already looking back.
No words were needed.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqUSREt1IJ4
That look—wide eyes, rain-slick faces, breath caught too fast—held everything.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtSBQIfbvua
They knew this was no ordinary enemy.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ99PpcCnOgG
This was something darker, ancient, relentless.
But even beneath such power, a spark of stubborn courage flared between them—fragile, fierce, unwilling to be snuffed out.
The storm began to ease, but the weight in the air did not lift.
Spud’s breath caught as the pressure in his mind shattered—leaving ringing silence and a hollow cold where fear had lived moments before.
The figure tilted his head. Eyes glowing like embers stoked back to life—ancient and merciless.
His arm rose again. Magic sparked—alive and hungry—threading through the rain-soaked air.
Time stretched thin, fragile.
The wind howled, ripping at their soaked clothes, lashing their skin with stinging rain.
Each heartbeat was a drumbeat in a dirge.
Spud staggered, one foot sliding in the mud. His thoughts frayed like parchment burning. The cold pressure clawed back into his mind.
He gasped, forcing air into his lungs, summoning strength into limbs that wanted to fold.
Somewhere through the chaos, Timmy moved—limping forward, each step carved from pain. One hand clenched tight around the slingshot in his pocket.
A child’s weapon.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiX6PwIMIx3
But it was all they had.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKYqpiJfFeC
And they were out of time.
Timmy raised the slingshot, muscles taut, eyes burning with resolve.
The air thickened. Magic crackled like a forge at the figure’s fingertips.
The next move would decide everything.
He wanted to run.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjX2GVydWUX
But more than anything—he wanted to protect his brother.
Timmy took aim.
The stone flew.
It struck the figure’s temple the exact moment the bolt left his hand.
Time fractured. Light exploded. Each heartbeat became a thunderclap.
The brothers braced—fearful, determined—as the world held its breath.
And fate decided what came next.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlvgCi1OH1r
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