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Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai Chapter 138: The Temple's Echo
The forest was a different world. The moment they stepped under the canopy, the outside sounds vanished. The wind became a distant sigh, and the light turned soft and green, filtered through layers of ancient leaves. The air was still and cool, smelling of damp earth and old stone.It was quiet, but not like the fearful quiet of New Dawn or the tense quiet of the mountains. This was a listening quiet. The trees seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for them to speak first.Kael walked at the front now, his steps sure on the path only he could see. He didn't need Finn's map. He was following a deeper trail, a thread of memory and power that hummed in the earth beneath their feet."The stones are sleeping," he murmured, his voice barely disturbing the silence. "But they are dreaming of us."Lyra walked close behind him, her hand sometimes reaching out to touch his sleeve, as if to make sure he was still there. Her eyes were wide, taking in the towering trees and the strange, glowin
Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai Chapter 137: The Leaving
Leaving the valley was like tearing a piece of their own skin off. They had built this place with their hands. They had poured their hope into its stones. The hot spring had warmed them, the pines had sheltered them. It was the closest thing to a real home they had known since Eldara.But it was a gilded cage now, and the lock was Theron’s patience.They packed in the grey light of dawn, their breath pluming in the frigid air. They took only what they could carry on their backs: bedrolls, the remaining food, waterskins, weapons, Elara’s dwindling herb satchel, and Liora’s journal. They left behind the wooden stools Ronan had carved, the reed mats Lyra had woven, the small, hard-won comforts of their life.Lyra stood for a long time looking at the stone house, her lower lip trembling. “I don’t want to go,” she whispered.“I know, songbird,” Liora said, putting an arm around her. “But our story isn’t here anymore. It’s out there, waiting for us to find it.”Kael placed his hand on the d
Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai Chapter 136: The Fracture of Memory
The hope sparked by Lyra's song lasted for a few precious days. It was a small, warm flame in the heart of their stone house. But outside, the world was still frozen, and Theron's cage was still closing.The first sign of the pressure was the silence. The normal sounds of the mountain, the chatter of winter birds, the scrabble of small animals in the underbrush, grew quieter. It was as if the wildlife itself sensed the danger and was retreating. Kael confirmed it."The forest is holding its breath," he said one morning, his forehead pressed against the cold window glass. "The trees are whispering about the sharp-toothed men who smell of metal and ambition."A few days later, their food stores became a real concern. The snares came up empty day after day. Ronan and Ashiel would range farther from the valley, but they returned with nothing. The game was gone, scared away or hunted out by Theron's Acquirers.Elara’s herb stocks were also dwindling. She had used the last of her feverfew o
Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai Chapter 135: The Calm and the Storm
The days after Theron’s visit were quiet. Too quiet. The valley was still their sanctuary, the hot spring still steamed, and the mountains still stood guard. But the peace was different now. It was the quiet of a trap being set, the silence between the drawing of a bowstring and the release of the arrow.They didn't talk about it much. There was nothing to say. They had made their stand. Now, they waited.Life went on. Ronan checked and reset the snares. Elara tended her small garden near the hot spring, the warm earth defying the winter around it. Lyra practised her humming, the melodies growing a little stronger, a little more sure each day. She was knitting a scarf from spun wool Finn had brought them, her small fingers moving with a fierce concentration.Kael spent more time than usual by the frozen river. He would sit for hours, just watching the water flow beneath the clear ice. Liora asked him what he was doing."Listening," he said, without looking away from the river. "The wa
Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai Chapter 134: The Unwelcome Guests
The silence in the valley was no longer peaceful. It was a held breath. The sight of those five dark figures on the pass had poisoned their sanctuary. The warm steam from the hot spring now felt like a beacon, and the protective circle of mountains felt like a trap."They'll be back," Ronan stated, his voice a low growl. He had not put his axe down since the figures disappeared. "They were scouting. They saw the smoke. They know we're here.""Who are they?" Elara asked, her hands twisting in the fabric of her apron. "What do they want?"Ashiel's face was a mask of cold concentration. The fog of forgotten memories was gone, burned away by the adrenaline of a clear threat. "It doesn't matter what they want. They found us. That is the only fact that matters." He looked at Kael. "Can you feel them? Are they close?"Kael closed his eyes, his brow furrowed. He was listening to the mountain, to the wind. After a long moment, he shook his head. "They are gone. Over the mountain. Their song is
Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai Chapter 133: The Hidden Valley
The climb into the mountains was the hardest thing they had ever done. The air grew thin and bit at their lungs. The snow was deeper, hiding treacherous rocks and ice. The wind howled through the passes, a constant, mournful sound.But they had Finn’s map, and they had Kael.The boy was in his element. He moved through the harsh landscape not as an intruder, but as part of it. He knew where the snow was firm enough to walk on and where it hid a bottomless drift. He pointed out sheltered ledges to rest on and found patches of dry wood under rock overhangs. He was their guide, their scout, their living key to this unforgiving place.Lyra struggled the most. Her small legs tired quickly in the deep snow. But she didn't complain. She just put one foot in front of the other, her jaw set with a determination Liora had never seen in her before. The expulsion from New Dawn had broken something in her, but it had also forged something new: a gritty, silent resilience.After three grueling days
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