Clare DuskborneThe moon hangs high, casting a pale glow over the Whispering Woods. Clare stands at the forest’s edge, her sword gripped tightly in her hand, the weight of her duty pressing down on her shoulders. The night is still, the only sound the wind whispering through the trees. Her heart pounds as she calls out, her voice wavering.
She pauses, her gaze flickering into the dark depths of the forest. Silence. Her hand trembles slightly on her sword, the shadows growing deeper with every breath.
A cold gust of wind sweeps through the trees, sending a shiver down her spine. She takes a step forward, the silence pressing in. The ground crunches underfoot, and she feels the weight of the darkness around her.
Then, from the shadows, a low, guttural growl echoes through the trees. The sound sends a shock of fear straight through her, and she instinctively tightens her grip on her sword.
Alright, I’m here... just like they asked. If you’re out there, show yourself. I’m not afraid of some myth.
She pauses, her gaze flickering into the dark depths of the forest. Silence. Her hand trembles slightly on her sword, the shadows growing deeper with every breath.
villagers are so scared of this... thing. They call me their hero, but what if they’re right? What if this is more than just a legend? What if I can’t stop it? They’ve sent me to face a nightmare in the dark, and I don’t even know if I can survive it. The woods feel like they’re watching me. I have to do this, for them, for the town... but what if I’m walking into something I can’t fight?
A cold gust of wind sweeps through the trees, sending a shiver down her spine. She takes a step forward, the silence pressing in. The ground crunches underfoot, and she feels the weight of the darkness around her.
Then, from the shadows, a low, guttural growl echoes through the trees. The sound sends a shock of fear straight through her, and she instinctively tightens her grip on her sword.
’s real...
Her heart races. ’s here.
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