Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Forsaken Luna’s Revenge : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 86

Nyla’s POVWhen the stranger turned and said, "Follow me," the sky was still trembling. We are running out of time.I took hold of the boy's hand. "Are you certain we can rely on him?" I said.The boy turned to face the stranger. "I'm not sure, but I believe he is aware of my memory locations."We followed him through the forest, past glowing stones and splintered paths. Although the mountain in front of me was silent, I could sense its breathing. Not like a mountain, but as if there were life within it."Where are we heading?" I inquired.The man's staff had a slight glow to it. "To the mountain's base," the oldest location. The location before the time"Before the time?" I said it again. "How is it possible for anything to exist before time?"The man remained silent.The trees became twisted as we ascended. Not negatively, just odd. There were trees with silvery foliage. Some glistened like water. Others had absolutely no shadow.The boy let out a gasp. "Observe. That tree just grew

Nyla’s POV I stood frozen, watching as the boy—my boy—reached out toward the flame again, his fingers shaking with trepidation. I could feel the earthquake beneath my feet, the very ground splitting up with a crash so loud it sounded like the Earth itself was breaking. But then, everything became silent. The flame flickered and vanished, fading into the air, and the child was gone. I briefly believed I had lost him, but then an odd event occurred. The space around me began to alter, the cave falling in on itself, and suddenly, I was no longer standing in that dark, shaking place. Rather, I found myself standing in a desolate, icy, and dead landscape. The sky above was overcast with whirling shadows, as if the sun had long since perished, and the air was heavy with dust. There was no sound, no movement, only the oppressive silence of a world that had been forgotten. I whirled around, feeling a cold crawl up my spine. When I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. The boy. It wasn't the

Nyla’s POV The ground trembled more violently than previously. I landed on my knees and grabbed a sharp rock. The sky glowed crimson and gold as fire erupted from the crevices all around us. Smoke billowed from the summit of the mountain. The air was filled with flying rocks. Trees broke. The world seemed to be disintegrating. "Wait a minute!" I grabbed the boy and yelled. He was still. Too still. Wide-eyed. Pale face. As if he were motionless. "Observe!" he said quietly. Then I noticed it. The mountain wasn't just broken. It parted. Like broken glass, the peak burst into fragments and flew into the sky. Something enormous started to rise from deep within. The air became heavy and dense, as if it were pressing down on us. There was a door beneath the shattered shell of the mountain. Not merely a door, though. A jail. Composed of chains the size of rivers and made of stone and gold. Old, ancient, and forgotten were the symbols that blazed across the surface. Something mo