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Cassien’s gaze swept across the village like a blade. His eyes, pale and cutting, took in every detail: the trampled grass, the bent iron latch on a chicken coop door, the faint coppery stain smeared on a flat stone near the well—missed by most, but not him. He inhaled.Smoke. Ash. The sharp tang of blood.And something else—something fouler. A creature’s scent, burned into the dirt.His nostrils flared slightly.“Boar,” he said at last. One word. Flat. Knowing.Not an animal. A creature. The kind spawned from corrupted flesh and magic gone wrong.From behind a broken fence, a child whimpered.The elder stepped forward.He was tall for his age, wrapped in a ragged wool cloak that might’ve once been blue. His hair was silver, tied back with sinew, and his face was carved from stone—lined deep from years of loss, his gaze sharp as a hunter’s blade. In one hand he carried a staff not ornate, but worn, etched with crude symbols and burn marks that spoke of old rituals and darker memories.
Chasing Ghost
Cassien Vale rode like a man chasing ghosts.The wind tore past him, whistling through the black and silver clasps of his cloak, and his stallion’s hooves thundered over the uneven hills as if matching the fury in his chest. His eyes, sharp as obsidian, never left the horizon, where a single bolt of lightning had shattered the sky moments ago—lightning without storm, thunder without clouds.He had felt it more than seen it, the familiar tingle along the nape of his neck, the faint hum that whispered against the runes etched along his gauntlets. It was unmistakable.“Stormborn,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ve surfaced again…”He urged his horse faster, the beast snorting with exertion, foam flecking its mouth. The land below blurred—a tapestry of rock and shadow, thorn and grass, and in the distance, the forest that clawed its way up the sides of the ridge. He didn’t care how far it was. He would find Calen Storm if it was the last thing he did.***The scattered bounty hunters
That’s No Thunderstorm
Calen stood in the center of the broken square, shoulders heaving, steam rising faintly from his skin in the cool night air. The scent of scorched earth and ozone clung to him like a second cloak—raw, acrid, and impossible to mistake. His fingers trembled faintly, still tinged with the pale blue shimmer of spent magic, like the dying embers of a storm long gone. One final arc of energy slithered between his knuckles before fading into the dark.Around him, the villagers watched in stunned silence. Faces lit only by flickering torchlight or the dull glow of burning thatch. Mothers clutched their children. Men who moments ago had been ready to face the boar with pitchforks and axes now stood paralyzed, unsure whether to thank him or run. Calen recognized the look in their eyes: reverence, fear, awe. It was always the same.He swallowed hard, then turned to the village elder—a wiry man wrapped in a cloak too thin for the season, with hollow cheeks and a spine bent by both age and hardshi
A Mage?
The wind whispered through the gaps in the wooden walls of the hut, carrying with it the scent of dew and earth. Calen lay on the straw-stuffed cot, wrapped in his travel cloak, the fire in the hearth now little more than glowing embers. Sleep had come quickly, heavy and dreamless. But it did not last long.A sharp cry pierced the quiet night.Calen’s eyes snapped open. He sat upright in a blink, already reaching for the sword leaning against the wall. For a second, all was still—just the hush of the wind brushing the trees outside. Then the cry came again, louder this time. A woman’s scream. Then another—fearful, shrill, and close.He moved without hesitation.Calen threw open the creaking wooden door and stepped outside. The village, blanketed in silver moonlight, was in chaos. People ran from their homes, barefoot and frantic, clutching children or belongings. Chickens flapped wildly, and the goats bleated in terror.Then came the crashing.Trees splintered at the edge of the clear
Traveller
The sun had dipped low into the horizon, bleeding amber and crimson across the sky by the time Calen reached the outskirts of a forgotten village nestled in a cradle of ridges. He guided his horse down a narrow, rutted path hemmed in by overgrown thickets and moss-slick stones. The stallion—mud-spattered and coated in dust from countless miles—snorted as it trudged forward, hooves muffled by the softened, earthen trail.Branches scraped against Calen’s cloak as the trees finally broke open into a small clearing. There, the village revealed itself in muted shades of grey and brown, like a charcoal sketch in an old traveler’s journal. Modest wooden cottages slouched close together around a timeworn stone well. Smoke drifted lazily from crooked chimneys, curling upward into the cooling air. A wooden cart lay half-buried in weeds, and several goats wandered listlessly near a sagging fence.Calen eased back on the reins, his eyes sweeping the quiet scene. His heart was still racing from th
Hunt
In the heart of Aerondale, where the spires of Ardenfell pierced the overcast sky and the banners of House Drake rippled in the wind, a silent storm gathered its strength.Evan Drake stood alone on the high balcony of his private chamber, a place carved from obsidian-black stone and polished to mirror the power that Aerondale wielded over the realm. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, knuckles white, posture rigid as a statue. His cold grey eyes were locked onto the distant peaks that rose like jagged teeth beyond the horizon—mist-wreathed and timeless.The wind tugged at the long hem of his ebony coat, lined with silver embroidery—his sigil etched upon the collar like a crown of thorns. He didn’t move. He barely breathed. Only his clenched jaw betrayed the fury simmering beneath the surface.Moments earlier, he had emerged from the war chamber, where the council’s voices had echoed off the vaulted ceilings like the cawing of crows. They had spoken of delays, of setbacks,
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