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A FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL
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BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT THE STRANGER IN THE MIST
The forest had changed.It wasn’t just the silence—it was the way the silence breathed, the way it pressed against Elora’s skin like damp cloth. Every step she took seemed heavier than the last, her boots sinking into the soft earth as though the ground itself wanted to swallow her whole. The trees crowded close, their trunks warped and gnarled, their branches clawing at the sky as if trying to hold it shut. Mist coiled low across the ground, not drifting the way natural fog should, but sliding deliberately, curling around her ankles as if it were alive.Joel moved ahead of her, sword still drawn, shoulders tense and broad. His steps were careful, measured, each one placed like he expected the earth itself to betray them. He looked back every few moments, and each time, the blue of his eyes caught hers—steady, fierce, grounding. Yet behind that steadiness lurked the same fear twisting in her gut.Since the clearing, since Kerric’s words, Joel had
BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE
The air was thick—so thick Elora swore she could hear her own heartbeat echoing inside her skull. Her eyes darted between Joel, locked in brutal combat with the hollow-eyed figures, and Kerric, who stood untouched, his outstretched hand lingering between them like a promise… or a trap. “Choose, Elora,” Kerric murmured. His voice wasn’t raised, but it cut easily through the chaos, low and magnetic, pulling at her bones. “Do you want to keep running blind… or see?” Her breath stuttered. Another flash ripped through her mind, sharp as broken glass underfoot. She was in a dark hall, clutching a silver blade slick with blood. Someone lay at her feet, motionless. The air reeked of iron. Her own ragged breathing filled the silence, and then—a growl, guttural and furious, rising from the shadows. She gasped and stumbled, blinking hard, but the vision vanished like smoke. Joel’s blade cut another hollow in two, black ichor hissing against the ground. His chest heaved with the effort, hi
BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT THE HANDS THAT TELLS TRUTH
The clearing had never felt so alive—yet so suffocating.Every breath Elora drew was thick with the scent of damp earth and copper, the air tense with the vibration of something unnatural. Shadows clung to the tree line like watchful sentinels, and the moon—heavy, swollen, tinged in faint crimson—watched from above like an unblinking eye, bearing silent witness.Joel’s stance was steady in front of her, sword gripped tight, every muscle drawn taut like a bowstring. Moonlight traced the sharp line of his jaw and glinted along the blade’s edge, making him look carved out of steel and conviction. Behind him, the twisted figures moved closer. Their motions were jerky, puppet-like, yet there was intent in every staggered step. Their hollow eyes fixed on her—not Joel, not the trees, not the world. Her.They didn’t groan. They didn’t speak. Their silence was deliberate, crushing, as though sound itself had been forbidden here.“Stay behind me,” Joel commanded, voice low but carrying the weig
BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT CHOICE IN THE SHADOWS
The clearing erupted into motion.Shadows tore forward from the tree line like water breaking free of a dam. They weren’t men, not fully, though they wore the shape of bodies. Limbs jerked unnaturally, bending too far back, snapping forward with sickening precision, as if invisible strings yanked them into place. Their mouths gaped open, soundless but hungry, their hollow eyes lit with a faint, unnatural light.The air thickened, each breath a struggle, heavy with frost that had no business in this summer night. The temperature dropped so sharply Elora’s teeth chattered. Her lungs burned, every inhale like swallowing glass.Joel stepped in front of her. His blade caught the moonlight in a blinding arc, a sliver of vengeance poised to strike. His stance shifted, all tension and coiled power, every muscle honed for survival.“Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice low but edged with steel. It was the voice of someone who knew he couldn’t afford to be ignored.Elora’s heart beat so fast
BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT THE FINAL BATTLE I
The forest fell into a silence so absolute, it felt as though the world itself had stopped breathing. No wind stirred the branches, no insects whispered in the dark. Even the moonlight seemed heavy, pressing down on Elora’s shoulders like a weight.Her pulse thundered in her ears, but the hollow-eyed corpses ahead of them stood eerily still—patient in a way that made her skin crawl.Joel’s blade gleamed faintly in the fractured moonlight, the silver edge catching on every tremor of movement. His stance was low, ready, a predator waiting for the moment to strike. “Stay behind me,” he murmured without glancing back. His voice was steady, but there was a razor of tension beneath it.The dead didn’t answer.They didn’t need to.The first one—a tall, impossibly thin figure—drifted forward with steps too slow to be human. Its mouth began to gape, peeling open like a rotting seam, and from the darkness between its blackened teeth poured a low hiss, a sound like steam escaping from something
BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT THE BATTLE
The dead did not breathe was an odd thing for elora to think.That was the first thing Elora noticed as they began to close in.No rise or fall of chests. No puff of white in the frigid night air. Just silence—an oppressive, smothering kind of silence—broken only by the faint drag of limbs over the forest floor.Joel shifted, placing himself between her and the closest one. His stance was controlled, almost eerily calm, but she could see the tension in his shoulders, the subtle way his weight shifted to the balls of his feet. He was ready to strike—not out of fear, but because hesitation would kill them.“Elora,” he murmured without glancing back, “stay behind me. No matter what happens.”She nodded, but the sound of her own pulse in her ears was so loud she wasn’t sure the gesture even registered. Her fingers twitched toward the hilt of the short dagger at her side, but it felt like the most useless scrap of metal in the world against… whatever these things were.The one in the cente
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