Reign of the Forsaken Moon - Chapter 14: Chapter 14
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The tunnels beneath Hollowshade stank of blood and old magic.
Seraphina, Darian, and Mira walked in silence, guided by glowing wolfstones clutched in their palms. The light flickered, as if afraid of what lay ahead.
Behind them, four elite warriors followed—quiet, alert, unnerved. Even hardened soldiers felt it—the weight in the air. Like walking through the lungs of a sleeping beast.
“Are you sure this is it?” Darian whispered.
Mira nodded slowly. “I can hear them… thousands of names, weeping in the stone.”
The tunnel narrowed, then widened abruptly into a chamber so vast the ceiling disappeared into darkness.
And the walls…
They were carved top to bottom with names.
Not written in ink or chisel—but scratched with claw and bone.
Each name pulsed faintly with silvery-blue light.
Mira stepped forward and touched one.
It screamed.
Everyone flinched.
“These aren’t just names,” Mira murmured. “They’re… souls. Bound here. Trapped.”
Seraphina’s jaw clenched. Her hand trembled as she reached for the wall—and gasped.
There, in glowing letters still wet with sorrow:
Lyra Moonclaw
Kael Moonclaw
She dropped to her knees.
> “No…”
The chamber responded to her grief.
The names began to shimmer, whisper, shift. Images bled from the stone like watercolors in rain—visions of wolves in agony, children taken by flame, warriors betrayed.
And then…
She heard them.
“Mother…”
Two voices. Soft. Familiar.
Lyra and Kael stood in the vision—ghost-like, but whole. Lyra clutched her little brother’s hand, staring with wide, silver eyes.
“We’re here,” Lyra said. “We’re stuck.”
Kael reached toward Seraphina. “He took us… but we’re not gone. Not yet.”
Mira’s voice broke the trance. “Their souls were captured, not destroyed. Thorne used ancient binding magic—he’s feeding the Devourer piece by piece.”
Seraphina stood slowly, fury curling around her spine like a second wolf.
“Then we break the chain,” she said. “We rip the Devourer’s throat out and free them.”
Meanwhile – Auron’s Whereabouts
Far away, in a frost-bitten cell deep in Thorne’s mountain fortress, Auron lay shackled.
Shael crouched across from him, her face a mask of shadow and amusement.
“You’re braver than I thought,” she said, twirling his bloodied blade.
Auron spat blood. “I’ve faced death. You’re just… bad lighting.”
Shael laughed. A chilling, human sound.
“Your Luna won’t find you in time. She’s too busy chasing ghosts.”
He leaned forward, despite the pain.
“You are the ghost. And ghosts always fade.”
She didn’t smile this time.
Instead, she whispered an order.
A rune on the cell wall flared—and pain exploded in Auron’s head like fire.
Back in the Chamber
Darian stood beside Seraphina as Mira worked on decoding the soul runes.
“This place is older than any of us imagined,” Mira murmured. “I think it was built to honor the fallen. But Thorne… twisted it. Made it a prison.”
Seraphina didn’t answer at first.
She was still staring at her children’s names.
“I used to sing them to sleep,” she whispered. “They’d curl up in my fur, ask for stories. Kael always wanted the one about the moon who ate the sun.”
“And Lyra?” Darian asked gently.
“She wanted to fly,” Seraphina said. “She believed wolves could grow wings.”
He touched her arm. “Maybe she still can.”
Suddenly, Mira gasped.
“The names are shifting. Look!”
Dozens of names had started glowing brighter—including Lyra and Kael’s.
The walls began to hum—a low, thunderous tone like a distant heartbeat.
Mira shouted over the sound. “They’re trying to reach you, Seraphina! The souls—they're responding to your blood!”
Seraphina stepped into the center of the chamber and howled.
Not just a cry of grief or rage.
A calling.
Her magic exploded outward.
The names pulsed in unison.
And Lyra’s voice whispered one last time:
> “Come find us… in the place where stars drowned.”
The light went out.
Silence.
Outside the Tunnels
The camp was waiting.
The troops gathered as Seraphina emerged, blood-soaked, eyes glowing with tears and fire.
Darian turned to her. “What now?”
“We go north,” she said.
Mira frowned. “North? But the path—”
“There’s no path,” Seraphina said. “Only legends. They say the stars fell there once. That’s where the Devourer was born.”
She turned to her army.
“We march to the drowned stars. We bring back the dead. And we end this.”
The wolves howled.
And the wind shifted.
Seraphina, Darian, and Mira walked in silence, guided by glowing wolfstones clutched in their palms. The light flickered, as if afraid of what lay ahead.
Behind them, four elite warriors followed—quiet, alert, unnerved. Even hardened soldiers felt it—the weight in the air. Like walking through the lungs of a sleeping beast.
“Are you sure this is it?” Darian whispered.
Mira nodded slowly. “I can hear them… thousands of names, weeping in the stone.”
The tunnel narrowed, then widened abruptly into a chamber so vast the ceiling disappeared into darkness.
And the walls…
They were carved top to bottom with names.
Not written in ink or chisel—but scratched with claw and bone.
Each name pulsed faintly with silvery-blue light.
Mira stepped forward and touched one.
It screamed.
Everyone flinched.
“These aren’t just names,” Mira murmured. “They’re… souls. Bound here. Trapped.”
Seraphina’s jaw clenched. Her hand trembled as she reached for the wall—and gasped.
There, in glowing letters still wet with sorrow:
Lyra Moonclaw
Kael Moonclaw
She dropped to her knees.
> “No…”
The chamber responded to her grief.
The names began to shimmer, whisper, shift. Images bled from the stone like watercolors in rain—visions of wolves in agony, children taken by flame, warriors betrayed.
And then…
She heard them.
“Mother…”
Two voices. Soft. Familiar.
Lyra and Kael stood in the vision—ghost-like, but whole. Lyra clutched her little brother’s hand, staring with wide, silver eyes.
“We’re here,” Lyra said. “We’re stuck.”
Kael reached toward Seraphina. “He took us… but we’re not gone. Not yet.”
Mira’s voice broke the trance. “Their souls were captured, not destroyed. Thorne used ancient binding magic—he’s feeding the Devourer piece by piece.”
Seraphina stood slowly, fury curling around her spine like a second wolf.
“Then we break the chain,” she said. “We rip the Devourer’s throat out and free them.”
Meanwhile – Auron’s Whereabouts
Far away, in a frost-bitten cell deep in Thorne’s mountain fortress, Auron lay shackled.
Shael crouched across from him, her face a mask of shadow and amusement.
“You’re braver than I thought,” she said, twirling his bloodied blade.
Auron spat blood. “I’ve faced death. You’re just… bad lighting.”
Shael laughed. A chilling, human sound.
“Your Luna won’t find you in time. She’s too busy chasing ghosts.”
He leaned forward, despite the pain.
“You are the ghost. And ghosts always fade.”
She didn’t smile this time.
Instead, she whispered an order.
A rune on the cell wall flared—and pain exploded in Auron’s head like fire.
Back in the Chamber
Darian stood beside Seraphina as Mira worked on decoding the soul runes.
“This place is older than any of us imagined,” Mira murmured. “I think it was built to honor the fallen. But Thorne… twisted it. Made it a prison.”
Seraphina didn’t answer at first.
She was still staring at her children’s names.
“I used to sing them to sleep,” she whispered. “They’d curl up in my fur, ask for stories. Kael always wanted the one about the moon who ate the sun.”
“And Lyra?” Darian asked gently.
“She wanted to fly,” Seraphina said. “She believed wolves could grow wings.”
He touched her arm. “Maybe she still can.”
Suddenly, Mira gasped.
“The names are shifting. Look!”
Dozens of names had started glowing brighter—including Lyra and Kael’s.
The walls began to hum—a low, thunderous tone like a distant heartbeat.
Mira shouted over the sound. “They’re trying to reach you, Seraphina! The souls—they're responding to your blood!”
Seraphina stepped into the center of the chamber and howled.
Not just a cry of grief or rage.
A calling.
Her magic exploded outward.
The names pulsed in unison.
And Lyra’s voice whispered one last time:
> “Come find us… in the place where stars drowned.”
The light went out.
Silence.
Outside the Tunnels
The camp was waiting.
The troops gathered as Seraphina emerged, blood-soaked, eyes glowing with tears and fire.
Darian turned to her. “What now?”
“We go north,” she said.
Mira frowned. “North? But the path—”
“There’s no path,” Seraphina said. “Only legends. They say the stars fell there once. That’s where the Devourer was born.”
She turned to her army.
“We march to the drowned stars. We bring back the dead. And we end this.”
The wolves howled.
And the wind shifted.
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