(Illustration idea: Temba climbing a steep path, torchlight flickering in heavy mist, strange shadows watching from the rocks.)
Temba set out at dusk with only a torch, a walking stick, and his grandmother’s protective charm tied around his neck.
The mountain was steep, the air cold, and the mist thick like smoke. The higher he climbed, the louder the strange voice grew—no longer an echo, but something alive.
“Temba…”
He froze. The voice was calling his name.
Fear tried to grip his heart, but he tightened his hold on the charm and pressed forward. He followed the sound until he found a cave hidden behind a curtain of vines. From within came a faint blue glow and a sound that was neither wind nor human.
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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3 hrs agoChapter 3 — The Climb Through the Mist
(Illustration idea: Temba climbing a steep path, torchlight flickering in heavy mist, strange shadows watching from the rocks.)
Temba set out at dusk with only a torch, a walking stick, and his grandmother’s protective charm tied around his neck.
The mountain was steep, the air cold, and the mist thick like smoke. The higher he climbed, the louder the strange voice grew—no longer an echo, but something alive.
He froze. The voice was calling his name.
Fear tried to grip his heart, but he tightened his hold on the charm and pressed forward.
He followed the sound until he found a cave hidden behind a curtain of vines. From within came a faint blue glow and a sound that was neither wind nor human.