Inside, the air was heavy and cold. The trees seemed alive, their twisted roots crawling over one another like sleeping serpents. Every step Okiri took was swallowed by silence — except for one thing: a faint, rhythmic humming that seemed to call his name.
“Okiri… Okiri…”
He turned, arrow drawn, but saw only mist. Then the ground beneath him shuddered. From the fog emerged the outline of a figure — a woman dressed in leaves and shadows, her eyes glowing like embers.
“You wear the charm of the hunter,” she whispered. “But do you know whose bones you carry?”
Okiri’s hand trembled. “It was my father’s—”
The woman smiled, a haunting curve of her lips. “No, boy. It was mine.”
Prince Sols
3 hrs agoChapter 2: The Echo of the Fallen
Inside, the air was heavy and cold. The trees seemed alive, their twisted roots crawling over one another like sleeping serpents. Every step Okiri took was swallowed by silence — except for one thing: a faint, rhythmic humming that seemed to call his name.
“Okiri… Okiri…”
He turned, arrow drawn, but saw only mist. Then the ground beneath him shuddered. From the fog emerged the outline of a figure — a woman dressed in leaves and shadows, her eyes glowing like embers.
“You wear the charm of the hunter,” she whispered. “But do you know whose bones you carry?”
Okiri’s hand trembled. “It was my father’s—”
The woman smiled, a haunting curve of her lips. “No, boy. It was mine.”