Nyx
The wilderness doesn’t scare me anymore. It used to. The silence, the shadows, the way the trees seemed to breathe with something older than air. But now, I walk through them like I belong here. Maybe I always did.
The war is over. The councils are rebuilding. Trade routes are opening. Wolves are learning to speak instead of snarl. But peace has a sound that’s too loud when your heart’s still divided. So, I left. No guards. No drones. No council escorts.
Just me, my wolf, and the hum of the wild. The forest remembers everything. The blood. The vows. The screams. And somewhere in the ruins ahead, the first Moon Temple waits. Where I died. Where I became.
Where everything began. The night sky bends above me, heavy with clouds. Somewhere behind them, the moon strains to break throug
