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But just past all the trees and away from the mountains, a little village lay in wait, tucked in its own private oasis away from the chaos and noise cities brought with their immense population. Ophir circled the village a few times before moving closer to a large stone tower that was wrapped in vines of ivy. Children came running out of their houses, cheering excitedly as they spotted us. Parents rushed out, making them move out of the way as Ophir lowered us to the ground.

Luna yips and jumps in excitement to show she agrees with the plan. “At 3am?” I ask doubtful. “The 3am crowd is the best.” He says holding his hand out to me. I give him one last skeptical look and resign myself to dinner with a vampire. An extremely handsome and charming vampire… No. I need to stop that train of thought right now! I ignore his hand and motion for him to lead the way. He drops his hand acting unfazed and we begin walking towards Main Street.

The sun hung high over the Palmar village. By now, every villager was already awake and tended to their duties or, if they finished them already, was either playing, resting, or gossiping. Right now, the village in waited for the hunting party to return from their bi-weekly expedition into the forest surrounding the village, which both served as their main source of food and supplies and prevented attacks from the neighboring towns. A lone child of about 4 emerged from a small hut and sprinted towards the village. His chubby body waddled with little grace as he ran with surprising speed. His golden locks and blue eyes made him look like a cherub.

“Swift and quiet. There’s a village beyond the ridge. If the map’s true, it should be abandoned—but its shrine may still stand. We can rest there.” “And if it’s not abandoned?” Ressa asked. Kael’s hand fell to his sword. “Then we apologize quickly.” --- They moved faster now. Through root-choked paths and sunless glades, every step is an echo of fear and determination. By nightfall, the forest thinned just slightly—enough to reveal the outline of a forgotten village nestled in the crook of two hills. The buildings were moss-covered, the roofs slumped in exhaustion. Vines wrapped around chimneys like fingers trying to drag them underground.

--- Part I – The Village Called Siltrun Tulen and Miri arrived at Siltrun beneath skies the color of bruised iron. The village lay in a valley carved by a restless river—gray waters knifing between stone and sediment. Unlike Embervale or Ashwood, Siltrun didn’t look broken. It looked still. Too still. Children watched them from behind slate-colored curtains. Elders sat on porches like statues. No one spoke. But the Council’s banner had been hung on the old well, signaling that Siltrun had agreed, however grudgingly, to the Charter’s next trial.

“She is part of it.” “I know,” he replied, voice tight. “It’s humming in my bones.” Ahead, Vaeleth didn’t slow. “The land chose me,” she called over her shoulder. “Or maybe it remembered me.” The mist parted. And the village emerged. Not ruined like the outskirts - this one lived, though barely. Moss-covered rooftops curved from the earth itself, shaped like den and cave. Smoke curled from small vents. Glowing eyes watched from the undergrowth and the shadows of doorways. Children with silver-streaked hair ducked out of view. Mothers pulled them back in silence.

I pulled away, feeling a bit nervous, looking into his black eyes, he rubbed the back of his neck, I think he was nervous just as much as me. I looked at my friends, they were approaching us, "this is so amazing, I would've been heartbroken if you missed all of this" Anna said looking at the amazing view, it looked like a fairy tale village surrounded by big mountains covered in snow, and the sun made the snow sparkle like diamonds. I was impressed by the view , even though we still didn't enter the village yet, but from this spot you could see how small the wooden houses are, they were covered with snow, while the smoke coming out of their chimneys.

They were able to face a situation like this. The bugs and snakes did not dare go anywhere near Quinn as the Golden Voodoo Silkworm was protecting her. As they got deeper into the forest, more venomous bugs appeared. Even Chase found it creepy to see them. Luckily for them, they were on the right path. They could see the forest border at the end of the path, and a village that looked like it was from the 70s or 80s appeared in front of them. The village was not big, and it looked like only dozens of families were living there. Unlike ordinary villages, every house there was like a brick. They were stacked high. The higher it was, the more exquisite it looked. The houses all looked like palac

Chapter 66 The Village As the village came into sight of the group's formation, a mesmerizing sight greeted their eyes. The gentle glow of bioluminescent siphonophores, floating in the water above the village, cast an ethereal light that enveloped the small, tranquil settlement. The illuminated strands danced and shimmered, creating an enchanting display akin to the aurora borealis, giving the village its own mystical sky on the abyssal plain.

I picked her up, settled her across my back again, and kept walking. "You are not allowed to die, Diego," I said quietly. Her weight shifted against my back. Then, so faint I almost thought I'd imagined it — a murmur went past my ear. "Violet." I stopped walking for exactly one second. Then I kept going, and something in my chest that had been wound tight for the last hour finally, slowly, loosened. ★ The village appeared through the trees just before dawn — small, maybe thirty structures, a few lights already on in windows. I stopped at the edge of the tree line and assessed it. No vehicles I didn't recognize. No movement that suggested any kind of organised presence. Just a village waking