Hither Thither Staff Novels & Stories

He motioned for me to step forward. “Alright.” I swallowed hard and nodded though my throat felt like it was closing. He studied me again as though trying to measure what I was capable of then picked up a wooden staff from the rack and held it out to me. “Take it.” I hesitated staring at the staff as though it were something foreign ans something I wasn’t meant to touch. My fingers finally curled around it, the wood rough and unfamiliar beneath my skin. It felt heavier than it should have awkward in my grip. Thomas stepped back folding his arms again.

he says with a faint smile, “Entirely thanks to all of you! Is there anything I can do to help? I want to keep you guys safe!” “Just keep yourself safe, that’s your job,” Hope replies warmly, “You’ve already taken a huge hit for the team. Hang tight, and whatever happens, stay inside the circle of protection, please!” Dan salutes Hope, earning him one of her lovely laughs. She then hands each of us long, wooden staffs, which we turn over in our hands, puzzled by what their use might be. “Ok, now you will need to pour your mixtures over the staff. If need be, you can use them as weapons against evil,” Hope tells us, “If someone has bad intentions, and you hit them with the staff soaked in the

He ordered. "Your wish is my command." "Then let us begin. Look at your feet." She obeyed. An ash-colored staff with a wolf's head lay on the ground, its carved eyes lifeless and dark. "That is the Ashen Wolf Staff. Pick it up and raise it to the sky. Tonight we open the portal to White Hollow, and begin our reign of terror."

A single, faded sentence remained at the bottom, almost lost to time. It had to have been an elder from Oakhaven, I thought, the pieces clicking into place with jarring clarity. The one who sealed K'tthar. They must have used the staff. The conviction solidified within me, a pillar of ice in the swirling chaos of my thoughts. That staff was vital. "Thalia." Cassius’s voice was a lifeline, pulling me from the depths. I looked up, and my unfocused gaze finally met his. The raw concern in his eyes was a mirror to the turmoil I felt inside.