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The Forbidden Forest

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-28 18:13:58

"The moon hung low, smeared with mist and silent warnings. Elara moved like smoke through the palace corridors, her boots soft against marble, her breath quick but controlled. She had waited until the midnight hour when Kael would be in counsel and the guards would rotate posts.

She couldn’t explain the pull.

Only that the vision of the masked girl, the phantom in the mirror, had whispered to her again last night. Whispered of roots. Of wild power. Of answers buried in the forest no one dared speak of.

The Forbidden Forest.

Once sacred. Now cursed.

The stories said no one who entered without the Ancients' blessing returned whole. Some didn’t return at all. But the whispers in her blood called it something else.

Home.

She reached the eastern gates, cloaked in shadows and half-regret.

The guards slumped forward, unloving, bewitched by the sleeping draught she’d slipped into their wine hours earlier. She hated herself for it. But she needed the silence. The space.

She needed to remember
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