The town of Willowridge was the kind of place where nothing extraordinary ever happened. Nestled between rolling hills and dense woods, it was a quiet haven where people knew their neighbors, and life moved at a steady, predictable pace. For sixteen-year-old Ethan Graves, it was both a blessing and a curse. He longed for something more an adventure, a purpose—but he never expected his wish to come true in the most terrifying way imaginable.The day started like any other. Ethan shuffled out of bed, his brown hair sticking up in every direction, and pulled on his school uniform. Downstairs, the smell of toast and eggs greeted him as his mother hummed along to a radio tune.“Morning, Mom,” he mumbled, grabbing a piece of toast.“Morning, sweetheart. Don’t forget, you’ve got that history test today.”“Yeah, yeah,” he said, stuffing the toast into his mouth. Tests were the least of his concerns. School felt like a never-ending cycle of monotony, and Ethan couldn’t shake the feeling that h

Ethan awoke the next morning with a lingering sense of unease. The events of the previous day felt like a surreal dream, but the artifact’s weight against his chest and Silver’s soft breathing at the foot of his bed were undeniable reminders that his life had irrevocably changed.“What now?”he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. Silver’s ears perked up, and the wolf like creature jumped onto the bed, nudging Ethan with his nose.“Alright, alright,” Ethan said, chuckling despite himself. “Let’s get moving.”Downstairs, his mother was humming a tune in the kitchen. She greeted him with a warm smile as he grabbed some toast.“You’re up early,” she said. “Big plans today?”Ethan hesitated. “Uh, yeah. Just meeting Mia to work on a project.” It wasn’t a total lie, but he still felt a pang of guilt. How could he explain the truth?Mia was waiting for him at their usual meeting spot under the oak tree. She looked up from her notebook as he approached, her expression serious.“I d

The journey out of the Whispering Woods was far less treacherous than the path in, but the weight of their encounter with Lyra lingered. Ethan held the newly acquired fragment in his hand, its faint glow pulsing in sync with the artifact around his neck. The forest seemed quieter now, as if acknowledging their victory.“So, what’s the plan now?”Mia asked, breaking the silence. She glanced at Ethan, her notebook clutched tightly. “We have two fragments, but how many more are there?”Ethan frowned, his gaze distant. “Lyra didn’t say. But if each one is guarded like that, it’s going to be a long road.”Silver trotted ahead, his ears twitching as he scanned their surroundings. His energy was high despite the earlier battle, a stark contrast to Ethan’s exhaustion.“We need to regroup and figure out where to go next,” Ethan continued. “Maybe Lyra’s warning will make more sense once we’ve had time to think.”By the time they reached the edge of the forest, the sun was setting, casting the sk

The Whispering Woods gave way to a barren expanse of cracked earth and jagged stones. The air was heavy, thick with an unnatural silence that pressed down on Ethan and his companions. Ahead, the ruins of Eldermoor rose from the desolation, a skeletal city of crumbling towers and shattered walls. A faint, eerie glow emanated from the heart of the ruins, pulsing like a heartbeat.Mia adjusted her pack and surveyed the scene. “So, this is Eldermoor. Cheerful place.”“Stay alert,” Ethan said, gripping the artifact around his neck. “We don’t know what’s waiting for us.”Silver sniffed the air, his hackles rising, while Bramble let out a low growl. The tension was palpable as the group crossed the threshold into the ruins.The streets of Eldermoor were eerily intact, as though the city had been frozen in time. Shattered statues and toppled pillars lined the pathways, their surfaces etched with strange runes. Mia ran her fingers over one of the carvings, her eyes narrowing in thought.“These

The cliffs loomed ahead, jagged and imposing against the pale morning sky. The group’s trek had been grueling, the rocky terrain sapping their energy with every step. Despite their exhaustion, a sense of urgency propelled them forward. Ethan’s grip on the artifact tightened as they approached the base of the cliffs, where a narrow, winding path led upward.“Eryndor lives somewhere up there?”Mia asked, shielding her eyes from the sun as she gazed at the towering peaks.“That’s what Grayson said,” Ethan replied. “We just have to find him.”Silver sniffed the air, his ears perking up. The wolf let out a soft growl and began leading the way, his instincts guiding them. Bramble followed closely, his massive paws steady on the uneven ground.The path grew steeper as they climbed, the wind picking up and whipping around them. Loose stones tumbled beneath their feet, and the air grew thin and cold. After what felt like hours, they reached a plateau where a modest stone dwelling was nestled ag