The Village Hidden In The Rain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But right now, I'm just a man on his way to family'. A blast of cold wind hits us, taking the words out of Daena's lips. I gasp refreshingly at the feel of the breeze on my scorched skin. A good wind, blowing from the north…. I flip my eyes open sharply. 'Rain,' Camille says, 'It might rain'. I scoff. Who knew I would have a fear of rain one day? 'If we keep on, I'm sure there's a hamlet just ahead. Patrain or something it's called. I just can't recall the direction..' I frown. Patrain. The small village would have to be a little south east. 'I think I recall a little about the village,' I mutter, 'A small place, for small folk'. A good place to lay low as well.

"The Forgotten Valley. A place that does not appear on any map." We ride at dawn. Kael. My mother. Freya. Darian. Roran. A dozen of the best warriors. The Forgotten Valley is hidden. The entrance is narrow, overgrown, easy to miss. But we find it. The valley itself is beautiful. Green and lush, with a river running through it. A small village sits at its center, its houses made of stone and wood. "This place is not forgotten," Kael says. "No. It is hidden." We ride into the village. The wolves who live here are wary, but not hostile. They watch us from windows, their eyes curious.

Eric found me at the rail a minute later, his dark hair flattened by the rain same as everyone else’s. “You good?” he asked, close to my ear so I could hear him over the engine. “I’m good,” I said. “Ask me again if I say that through chattering teeth.” “You’re already chattering.” He didn’t smile at it, but his hand found my shoulder and stayed there until the boat leveled out again. Behind him Charlie was shouting something about the one dry sweater left in his bag, and whether the rain had found a way to ruin that too. The village turned out to be four streets and a single inn, its windows the only lit ones for a mile in either direction.

I start to slow down, allowing a bit more distance between us. Damian stops, waiting for me to catch up. “You look pale.” “I’m fine.” “You’ve been saying that all day.” I brush past him, pushing forward. “It’s just a long journey. I’m tired. That’s all.” He gently catches my arm. “Selena.” I pull my arm away. “I said I’m fine.” He lets me go, but I can feel his eyes on me. --- The village appears as dusk settles in—a few stone huts, smoke drifting from chimneys, and a garden tucked against the mountain. An old woman waits at the gate, her hair white, hands folded, with sharp eyes that seem to assess me.

"Enjoy the sweet, simple smell of the earth. Because the rain is about to turn into fire, and when the ash settles, you will realize there is nowhere left in this world for you to hide but back in my arms." The line went completely dead. The phone slipped from my hand, clattering against the dirt floor of the barn. I stood frozen, the freezing rain outside blowing in through the open doors, misting across my face. The peaceful sanctuary of the village was gone, replaced by an absolute, suffocating dread.

However, the weather was not on their side. Just as the construction crew was about to start building the school, a heavy rainstorm hit. The rain came swiftly and unexpectedly. With no way to contact the outside world, the people in the mountains had no idea what was happening beyond their village. The heavy rain had been pouring down since the afternoon. Even though Eastgrove Village was situated on slightly higher ground, it lay at the foot of a mountain, which made people a bit worried. Fiona and Gabriel stood at the threshold, watching the river rise. The muddy, yellow water flowed swiftly.

"An old place. Isolated. It's built for... for people like me. A place called The Hidden Hearth." He veered sharply off the main highway, taking a road that immediately degraded into rough gravel, forcing them deep into an ancient-looking forest. Soon, the trees closed in, swallowing the last vestiges of city light. The darkness was absolute, save for the twin beams of the headlights bouncing wildly off gnarled, moss-covered trunks. The air grew cold, carrying the distinct, familiar scent of old earth and deep cedar. After what felt like an hour of jarring driving, the trees parted. A small, unpaved track opened up toward a collection of low, well built homes. A hidden village started to app

Night had fallen, and the sky was a canvas of swirling clouds, lit intermittently by jagged flashes of lightning. The air was heavy, vibrating with energy, as though the world itself anticipated the events to come. Eva stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tugging at her hair and cloak, carrying the scent of rain and ozone. Her eyes glowed faintly, a subtle pulse of Flame and Shadow beneath her skin, reflecting the storm brewing above.