Chapter 8: Whispers in the Mist

The once tranquil Veiled Haven felt transformed. An unsettling silence had taken over, punctuated only by our ragged breaths and the distant echo of the haunting voice. Alec and I stood back to back, our senses on high alert, trying to discern any hidden threats.

"That voice," Alec murmured, his voice low. "It felt familiar, yet I can't place it. Can you?"

I shook my head, my thoughts racing. "It's like a memory that's just out of reach. But one thing's for sure, it holds knowledge of the Haven and seems to know us, too."

A soft rustling sound emerged from the mists, followed by faint whispers. They seemed to be coming from every direction, making it difficult to pinpoint their source.

"Do you hear that?" I whispered, straining to catch the elusive words.

Alec nodded slowly. "Whispers. They're trying to tell us something."

We concentrated, trying to piece together the fragmented murmurs. Words began to emerge from the haze: "Past... Future... Choices... Bond..."

Suddenly, a louder, cl