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The Circle is Drawn

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-11 02:18:18

The sun lingered low and golden in the sky, hesitant to set on the day after betrayal. Across the northern camp and into the valley, the wounds left by Alin’s actions still ached—there were words left unsaid, glances that flickered with doubt, a new wariness in the laughter of children at play. But as dusk neared, another current moved among the three clans and their allies: a resolve, a growing certainty that survival would not come from suspicion or strength alone, but from something older, deeper—chosen unity.

The Watchers had not vanished. Instead, they gathered near the oldest clearing in the valley, beneath three pale moons rising side by side—an omen the elders whispered had not blessed the sky in living memory. There, upon moss and ancient stone, they drew a ritual circle wide enough for all to see and surrounded it with torches that flickered with blue, silver, and gold flame. In the center, the ground was marked by a spiral of salt, wolf’s blood, and moonroot, encircling a s
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    The lunar sanctuary was a place untouched by time.Nestled in the highest hollow of Moonrise’s cliffs, it was a chamber carved by moonlight and prayer—a place where silence spoke louder than any chant, and the air shimmered with the weight of memory. Silver etched every surface. Runes older than language pulsed faintly from the walls, alive with the breath of ancestors.And tonight, it was waiting.The Moonborn stood barefoot in its center, the sacred dust rising around her in lazy spirals. She was barely more than a child—tousled curls falling over her brows, face pale with sleeplessness—but something in her eyes had changed. She was no longer only Aria’s daughter. She was a vessel now. Of prophecy. Of power. Of choice.Around her, the elders chanted softly, their voices overlapping in threads of reverence and protection. Mira knelt closest, her tone steady as a heartbeat. “Moon above, guard our hearts. Night around, guard our steps. Ancestors, stand watch, and keep the shadows at ba

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    By dawn, the mountaintop was still. But peace, like prophecy, was never permanent.Aria woke slowly, her back aching from the stone, her arms wrapped tightly around her daughter. Xander sat beside them, bleary-eyed, his hand resting over hers. The temple’s broken roof had given them a view of the red-hued sky, now softening to bruised purple as the eclipse waned.But the light that returned felt hollow.The air itself carried a weight. It was not just magic—it was history unearthed.Below, the valley remained intact, the unity circle still glowing. Yet something had changed. People walked differently. Spoke less. Looked over their shoulders as if expecting echoes. And when the wind shifted, it carried not spring warmth—but mourning.Scouts were the first to notice. Then the children.Shadows were seen moving through the camps—too large for wolves, too still for men. The mist did not burn off with sunrise. Voices called from empty corners, and some who answered returned confused, cold,

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    The world shuddered. The sky bled red. And in that trembling silence that followed the blood eclipse’s peak, Aria understood—this was not just the fulfillment of a prophecy. This was the reckoning.High atop the fractured summit, the ancient mountaintop temple trembled beneath her. Aria clutched her daughter close, the child’s body warm against her chest, trembling like a leaf against the storm. Xander stood behind them, shielding them with his frame, arms wrapped around both. Their unity was the only certainty in a world turned raw and unknowable.The land moaned.Beneath their feet, the sacred stone cracked with long-forgotten groans, a sound so deep it seemed to rise from the marrow of the world itself. Veins of unnatural blue fire splintered outward from the heart of the mountain, weaving a web of light across the ruined floor of the temple. The seal was breaking—not in silence, but in screams of earth and magic.At the chasm’s center, where once the elders had whispered prayers t

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    The sun lingered low and golden in the sky, hesitant to set on the day after betrayal. Across the northern camp and into the valley, the wounds left by Alin’s actions still ached—there were words left unsaid, glances that flickered with doubt, a new wariness in the laughter of children at play. But as dusk neared, another current moved among the three clans and their allies: a resolve, a growing certainty that survival would not come from suspicion or strength alone, but from something older, deeper—chosen unity.The Watchers had not vanished. Instead, they gathered near the oldest clearing in the valley, beneath three pale moons rising side by side—an omen the elders whispered had not blessed the sky in living memory. There, upon moss and ancient stone, they drew a ritual circle wide enough for all to see and surrounded it with torches that flickered with blue, silver, and gold flame. In the center, the ground was marked by a spiral of salt, wolf’s blood, and moonroot, encircling a s

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