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The Voice on the Mountain that Scares the Villagers - Chapter Four

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    Chapter 4 — The Whispering Cave

    (Illustration idea: Inside the mountain cave—walls glowing with ancient blue markings, Temba’s torch flickering against the mist, and faint spirit shapes in the shadows.)

    The cave breathed like a living thing—cold air rushing in and out through hidden cracks. The walls shimmered faintly with blue symbols, swirling patterns that pulsed softly, like heartbeats in stone.

    Temba stepped closer, his torchlight trembling. The whispering grew clearer now—voices overlapping, speaking in a language older than his village.

    “We guarded you… You forgot us… You forgot the mountain…”

    He touched one of the glowing marks, and the entire cave seemed to awaken. A wave of light rippled through the carvings, and a tall, misty figure emerged from the wall itself.

    The figure was neither man nor beast. Its eyes burned like quiet embers. Its voice echoed like thunder behind a waterfall.

    “Why have you come, child of Ndaroka?”

    Temba fell to his knees, gripping his charm.

    “I came to end the fear. My people live in terror of your voice.”

    The spirit’s face softened.

    “Then hear the truth, and carry it to them. We are the Guardians of Ndaroka, the first keepers of the mountain. Long ago, we protected your land from storms and floods. But as your people forgot their thanks, our names faded, and we were left in silence.”

    The wind sighed, almost mournfully.

    “The voice they fear is not of anger—but of remembrance.”

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