Runningwind Warriors 소설 & 이야기

Janice's POV By the time I took the elevator downstairs, the movers from the moving company had arrived. "Ms. Walker, we'll start moving your things now." I nodded, and my phone buzzed with a message from Simon. [Where did you go? Don't just wander off like that.] I blinked. The chat window was a wall of my own bubbles, showing that I had always been the one reaching out. This sudden show of concern made my fingers tremble. The moment I opened the chat, another message popped up.

"We need to find the tribe of the Windrunners. They've always been protectors of the northern passes and keepers of one of the oldest ley line nodes. If anyone can help us restore the flow, it's them." Rhian spread out the map once more, tracing a path along a narrow valley. "The Windrunners live near the Silverpine Ridge, across the Frostbite River. It's a treacherous route, but it's the quickest way." Kaelin checked their supplies, her sharp gaze flicking between her companions. "We'll need to move fast. If Malrik's forces are mobilizing, they'll try to cut us off before we can rally the tribes."

Dream Walker: it is when someone, who is able to walk through dreams, other worlds, or even other realms. One who dream walks is someone who seeks answers to problems. Also known as a vision quest. “Well, I’m not a young man trying to prove that I’m a warrior.” Spirit Walkers: a spiritual leader who mediators between the spirit world and man. “But I’m not a Shaman.” A voice called out from behind her. “You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.”

I said, and they all cheered loudly. Thirteen of us against a lot of them, and yet, the odds aren't against us. The moment the words left my lips, the air became filled with growls and the sound of shifting bones. The enemy wolves wasted no time coming at us, as their eyes burned with the desire to kill. But they had no idea who they were dealing with. We are Windwalkers! I cracked my neck, rolling my shoulders as I took my stance. My pack moved like a well-oiled machine, spreading out as the enemy charged.

“We honor them by living.” The warriors lifted their heads, eyes meeting hers, strength flickering in their tired faces. “For Shadowstorm,” Luca said quietly. “For Shadowstorm,” the pack echoed, the words carrying warmth and promise. Later, the warriors moved to repair barricades, to clean the compound, to rebuild. Raven and Ragnar walked the borders, the quiet crunch of snow beneath their boots grounding them in the dawn. They paused near the ridge where the wind swept over the snow, the view of the forest wide, endless, the world stretching before them.