(Illustration idea: Morning sunlight bathing the village; Temba standing at the mountain’s base holding the glowing stone, surrounded by awestruck villagers.)
At dawn, Temba descended the mountain, weary but smiling. The villagers gathered around him, astonished to see he was alive.
He placed the glowing stone in the center of the village square. It pulsed softly, casting blue light across their faces.
“The voice was never meant to scare us,” he said. “It was calling us to remember.”
From that day onward, the people of Ndaroka built a shrine at the foot of the mountain. Each harvest season, they offered thanks to the Guardians—songs, food, and prayers carried upward by the wind.
And though the mountain no longer cried at night, sometimes, on stormy evenings, the wind would hum softly through the trees—a gentle whisper, like a lullaby from the past.
The villagers no longer feared it. They smiled and said,
Chapter 4 — The Whispering Cave (Illustration idea: Inside the mountain cave—walls glowing with ancient blue markings, Temba’s torch flickering …
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9 hrs agoChapter 6 — The Return of Silence
(Illustration idea: Morning sunlight bathing the village; Temba standing at the mountain’s base holding the glowing stone, surrounded by awestruck villagers.)
At dawn, Temba descended the mountain, weary but smiling. The villagers gathered around him, astonished to see he was alive.
He placed the glowing stone in the center of the village square. It pulsed softly, casting blue light across their faces.
From that day onward, the people of Ndaroka built a shrine at the foot of the mountain. Each harvest season, they offered thanks to the Guardians—songs, food, and prayers carried upward by the wind.
And though the mountain no longer cried at night, sometimes, on stormy evenings, the wind would hum softly through the trees—a gentle whisper, like a lullaby from the past.
The villagers no longer feared it. They smiled and said,
✨ THE END ✨