Grettir's Pool Romane & Geschichten

Bennett looked just as tense, but he gave a short nod. "Fine! Do it." Gretta moved us into another room. This room was darker and smaller. The air smelled of herbs and smoke, thick enough to sting my nose. There were strange symbols carved into the walls, glowing faintly like they were alive. She told us to sit in a circle. Keller on one side, Bennett opposite, me between them. She placed a bowl of water in the middle, then cut her palm like it was nothing and let a drop of blood fall into it.

And it was built of moonstone and wolfbone, and closed with vows that none of them really intended keeping. The oldest of the five surviving was Elder Vareth, who stalked the chamber slowly like a very feline animal. His robes slapped the floor like a dying wind and the glyphs tattooed into his skin quivered faintly through the cloth. Pacing down to the other end of the room he halted before the pool in its midst, an expanse of stagnant water which was not a mirror to the ceiling above but to the moment most dreaded. He waved a hand across the surface, and an image appeared, Fenric, standing within the broken circle, the ritual complete, the thread awakened.

"Mama! I won! I'm the fastest!" "I saw, warrior," I smiled, stroking his dark hair. "Are you ready for tonight's important ritual?" He immediately became serious and nodded. "I want to see Daddy." My heart tightened. For months, Orion had insisted he saw Kaelen in his dreams. At first, I thought it was just a child's imagination, but the details he described were too accurate – including things he couldn't possibly know. The ritual was held at the Moonlit Pool in the center of the pack lands. It was a naturally formed pool whose water reflected moonlight, creating peculiar light patterns. The pack members surrounded the pool, holding moonglow crystals – special minerals that could store moon

The only light came from the torches Aedric had taken from the entrance, casting flickering gold against the rock. Lillian kept close behind him, her heartbeat steady but alert. The tunnel finally opened into a cavern. Lillian stopped short. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. The chamber was vast, the ceiling lost in darkness, but the most striking feature was the massive pool at its center. The water glowed faintly, shimmering silver beneath the torchlight. Aedric released her wrist and stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the water. “This place is sacred,” he murmured. “It’s where our kind first changed.”