Heartstone - Chapter 45: Chapter 45
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Back in the heart of the allied village, the ground rumbled softly as warriors and villagers dug trenches along the forest’s edge. Under the guidance of Chief Drakon and Chief Eron, they poured precise amounts of gunpowder into the holes, then placed carved stone slabs on top—angled to launch skyward with devastating force.
Dalen stood with a team, carefully inspecting each trap. “If these work like he said… they’ll cripple anything that tries to land.”
Avera arrived with a group of younger archers, their quivers full of explosive-tipped arrows. “The archers are ready. We’ve tested the flame arrows too—they light fast, and burn even faster.”
Marah walked over, wiping dirt from her gloves. “The scouts say the sky has been quiet. Too quiet. That means they’re watching.”
“Good,” Dalen replied. “Let them watch. Let them think we’re just a group of scattered villagers playing war.”
Avera turned to look at the mountain, where the slept beneath layers of sacred earth. Her voice was calm, but resolute. “They’ll come for it. But they will not leave with it.”
In the distance, children helped carry water. Elders sharpened spears. Blacksmiths hammered together blades from scrap and salvaged jet parts. What once were peaceful tribes had become an army.
The forest wind shifted, carrying with it the faint hum of something unnatural—like metal whispering from the sky.
The countdown had begun.
Dalen stood with a team, carefully inspecting each trap. “If these work like he said… they’ll cripple anything that tries to land.”
Avera arrived with a group of younger archers, their quivers full of explosive-tipped arrows. “The archers are ready. We’ve tested the flame arrows too—they light fast, and burn even faster.”
Marah walked over, wiping dirt from her gloves. “The scouts say the sky has been quiet. Too quiet. That means they’re watching.”
“Good,” Dalen replied. “Let them watch. Let them think we’re just a group of scattered villagers playing war.”
Avera turned to look at the mountain, where the slept beneath layers of sacred earth. Her voice was calm, but resolute. “They’ll come for it. But they will not leave with it.”
In the distance, children helped carry water. Elders sharpened spears. Blacksmiths hammered together blades from scrap and salvaged jet parts. What once were peaceful tribes had become an army.
The forest wind shifted, carrying with it the faint hum of something unnatural—like metal whispering from the sky.
The countdown had begun.
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