The road ahead stretched out before me, winding through the dense forest that bordered Brumehill. The village had disappeared from view, its rooftops swallowed by the vast, green wilderness that lay beyond. I had nothing but the map Mira had given me, a small leather pouch of coins, and the token that would grant me entry to Emberforge Academy.
The map was hand-drawn, its edges frayed from age, but the paths were clearly marked in ink—small, narrow roads that led through dense woodlands, across rivers, and through forgotten settlements. Mira had told me that the journey would take several days, and while I had no real sense of how far I had to go, the promise of something beyond these woods filled me with a strange sense of hope. This was my first step toward something greater, a path I had never imagined walking.
As the hours passed, the light filtering through the trees grew dimmer, the shadows lengthening as the sun sank lower in the sky. I walked steadily, my pace slow but purposeful, trying to get used to the weight of the pack on my back and the unfamiliar rhythm of traveling alone. The chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves in the wind, and the occasional distant howl of some unseen creature were the only sounds that filled the air, and yet, the quiet was oddly comforting. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was truly alone, just a single soul against the vastness of the world.
I took a moment to glance down at the map, tracing the next leg of my journey with my finger. According to the markings, I would reach a small clearing by nightfall—a safe spot to rest before continuing the next day. But the forest was deceptive; what seemed like a short stretch on the map often turned into hours of walking. The woods were thick with undergrowth, and even with the map, I had to move carefully, picking my way through the tangled roots and thick bushes.
The wind shifted, rustling the trees around me, and I paused, instinctively drawing in a deep breath. Something wasn't right. The air felt heavier, and the distant sounds of the forest seemed to quiet, as though the world itself was holding its breath.
Suddenly, I heard it—a low growl, deep and throaty, coming from somewhere just ahead. My heart raced, and I instinctively took a step back, eyes scanning the shadows ahead of me.
Then, out of the thick underbrush, they emerged.
A pack of wild wolves, their eyes glowing eerily in the fading light. They were massive, their fur a mix of dark grays and blacks that blended seamlessly with the forest around them. I could see the muscle rippling beneath their coats, their teeth bared in a show of aggression. These weren't ordinary wolves. These were predators, hunters of the wild, and they were eyeing me as their next meal.
My hand instinctively went to the dagger at my side, but the weapon seemed small and inadequate against the snarling beasts in front of me. I had no experience fighting creatures like this. I had only ever learned to survive, to keep my head down and avoid conflict.
But this time, there was no choice. I wasn't just an orphan anymore. I wasn't just a nameless wanderer. I had a purpose, even if I didn't fully understand it yet.
The wolves circled around me, moving with a fluid grace that only predators in their prime could possess. I could feel the ground beneath my feet, the earth responding to my presence as though urging me to take action. Without thinking, I reached out, focusing on the earth beneath me. My fingers brushed the dirt, and the familiar warmth surged through me.
Earth. The power that had awakened inside me, the element I had begun to understand. The earth beneath my feet shuddered as a sharp spike of stone erupted from the ground, aimed directly at one of the wolves. It was an instinctive move, and the spike shot out with blinding speed, striking the first wolf square in the chest.
The wolf yelped in pain, but the others were undeterred. They were relentless, circling even faster now, sensing the change in the air. I could feel their eyes on me, calculating, waiting for the moment when they would strike.
I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't afford to hesitate. This was my moment to prove that I wasn't just a helpless orphan anymore.
I reached down again, and this time, I called upon the earth more consciously. I could feel the stone beneath me, the solid foundation of the world itself, and I twisted it to my will. The earth responded, shifting and moving at my command. Thick roots shot up from the ground, twisting and coiling around the nearest wolf, pulling it to the earth and restraining it with a force that seemed to come from deep within the earth itself.
The remaining wolves growled, their eyes narrowing. One lunged toward me, fangs bared, but I wasn't unprepared. In one swift motion, I brought my foot down on the ground, and a massive slab of stone shot upward, catching the wolf mid-air and pinning it to the earth. Its body writhed, but the weight of the stone was too much.
The last wolf hesitated, its eyes flicking between its fallen pack and me. I knew this was my chance.
I focused on the earth again, willing the ground beneath me to shift, to grow, to strike. But before I could act, a distant voice broke through the tension in the air.
"Stop!"
I froze, my heart racing. The voice was clear, strong, and commanding. I turned, expecting to see some wandering traveler or perhaps a hunter from the nearby village, but instead, I saw a woman standing at the edge of the clearing.
Her appearance was striking, her long hair flowing in the breeze, and her eyes glowed with an unusual intensity. She stepped forward, the wolves sensing her presence and instantly backing off, their growls softening as if in submission.
"Leave him be," she commanded, her voice calm but filled with an undeniable power.
The wolves, recognizing her authority, slinked back into the shadows of the forest, retreating into the safety of the wilderness. The woman's gaze never left me, and for a moment, I felt a strange pull—an unspoken connection, like she was somehow linked to my destiny.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice softening as she approached.
I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. The adrenaline from the encounter was wearing off, but my body was still on edge. "No... I'm fine."
The woman studied me for a moment longer, as though weighing something in her mind. Finally, she nodded, satisfied with my answer. "The road to Emberforge is dangerous. You must be careful. The wilds aren't kind to travelers like you."
I glanced down at the wolves, their forms fading into the trees, and then back at the woman. "Thank you for helping me."
She gave a small smile, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. "I don't do it for free, you know. There's always a price. The question is, are you ready to pay it?"
I frowned, unsure of what she meant, but before I could speak, she was already turning to leave. "Good luck on your journey, Aether. You'll need it."
And just like that, she was gone—vanishing into the forest as quickly as she had appeared, leaving me with more questions than answers. But one thing was certain: the path ahead would be f
illed with challenges, and I wasn't walking it alone.
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