Sunlight, like liquid gold, poured through the emerald canopy, dappling the mossy expanse below. The skittering of unseen wildlife, their tiny claws scraping against fallen leaves, sounded through the undergrowth. I halted, inhaling the musky fragrance of damp earth and decaying wood, a familiar peace settling over me.
I followed the winding way, a secret trail snaking through the ancient trees, leading to my source of mana stones. These were vital, the raw material for every alchemical weapon I crafted. Each crystal, painstakingly ground to a fine, radiant powder, held the potential for transformation.
“Time to check for sniffles.” Those spindly, knee-high nuisances, with their oversized, twitching noses, were more trouble than they were worth. Scout sniffles, always the scouts, I thought, a flicker of annoyance. Fear-driven, they were unpredictable, lashing out when least expected. I scanned the periphery of trees and shaded undergrowth. The woods thrummed with the trilling of unseen warblers, interrupted by the harsh caws of distant crows.
Satisfied, I grabbed my pickaxe I left tucked away since no one else traveled to these parts of the wilderness. Swinging it, the impact reverberated through the clearing. The rhythmic clang lulled me into a trance, sweat stinging my eyes. Despite having enough mana stones, I lingered, enjoying the solitude. I resolved to gather a few more before resting. Settling onto the mossy ground, fatigue from a sleepless night washed over me. Closing my eyes, I tried to rest, but instead I was haunted by last night’s events.
Then, the hush. The birds fell silent, the rustling ceased. An unsettling quietude descended, a void where the wind should have been. A prickling unease whispered of encroaching gloom.
I rose, the leather of my grip creaking against the hilt of my dagger. My sword, its alchemical luminescence a faint pulse against my back, waited. The shade deepened, not from the setting sun, but from an unseen force. A flicker, a distortion in the air, and a tendril of darkness lashed out, aimed for my throat. I moved with practiced speed, the dagger a blur as I parried the shadow-form’s strike.
“They’re fast,” I thought. The tendril snapped back, a hiss of displaced air, and another obscurity emerged. “Two already?” I drew my sword, pushing back the encroaching murk. The Shadowveil jerked away, hissing, and launched itself at me. I met its advance with a sweeping arc of my sword, the gleam slicing through the darkness. The Shadowveil flickered, weakened, a soundless shriek of dispersing energy, leaving behind the scent of ozone and unnatural cold.
“They’re circling. I need to break their formation. Focus, Lyra. One wrong move…” Another Shadowveil materialized, its form more defined, its movements more aggressive. It lunged, its umbral figure tearing at my cloak. I ducked, spun, and drove my dagger into the Shadowveil’s core. The creature vanished, but I knew more would come.
A barrage of shadow tendrils erupted from the surrounding trees, each one a deadly whip. I danced between the assaults, my sword a beacon of alchemical energy, slicing through any Shadowveil that dared to approach. Each strike was precise, each parry swift. My breath came in ragged gasps, but my concentration remained unwavering.
“Almost done,” I told myself. With a final, powerful thrust, I drove my sword into the largest Shadowveil, its form dissolving into a cloud of fading darkness. The remaining tendrils retreated, the unnatural gloom receding. The woods, though still unnaturally muted, felt less oppressive.
I stood, my sword dripping with residual radiance, my chest heaving. “So close? After Glen’s Crossing?” The question echoed in my mind, a cold dread settling in. “They’re never this far from Pillared Forest. What drove them here? A desperate hunt? Or something more sinister, a puppeteer pulling their strings? Noctis needed to know.” This intrusion, this unsettling advance, felt like a violation of the very trees themselves.
I headed towards town, retracing the winding path I’d taken. Stopping at a small stream, its water dark, dappled with light filtering through the trees, offered a moment’s respite. I knelt, the damp earth cool beneath my knees, and submerged my hands. The grime of the fight, the sticky residue of Shadowveil essence, swirled away in the current.
My reflection, fractured and wavering, stared back. My once near-black hair, now laced with sun-kissed silver—a quirk of imbuing weapons with alchemy, a drawback I’d grown fond of. My hair was hastily bound into a messy half-bun. Loose strands framed my face. My gray irises, like storm clouds tinged with blue, held a flicker of steel I barely recognized. The water, cool and sharp against my calloused skin, rippled, distorting my image. For an instant, I almost didn’t see myself, the fight’s residue leaving an unwelcome edge, a hardness in my features that belonged to a past I’d tried to bury.
Clean enough, I thought, a grimace tugging at my lips. I hastily secured the loose strands of hair.
*****
I approached the knight guarding the entrance, his full plate armor reflecting the afternoon sun in muted, metallic flashes. “I need to see Noctis. It’s urgent.” Probably not the first time he’s heard that today, I mused, suppressing a sigh. The knight’s regard raked over me, assessing my urgency, my credibility.
“Your name, please?” His tone was surprisingly gentle, compared to his imposing stature.
“Lyra,” I replied, meeting his look.
After a moment of consideration, he nodded. “Wait here.” With a swift, almost silent movement, he disappeared into the commander’s residence.
“Hopefully, Noctis will see me,” I murmured, the phrase a constant, anxious hum beneath the midday bustle. The sun cast long, lazy shadows that barely shifted as the minutes ticked by. The streets, a lively mix of bartering merchants and playing children, seemed to stretch into an endless expanse. I watched as a group of children chased a stray dog, their joyful shouts a constant echo. A merchant, his patter a droning counterpoint to the children’s cries, haggled over spices. I shifted my weight, my feet starting to ache. Would he even believe the extent of it? I wondered, glancing towards the gate again. It remained stubbornly closed. Each distant footstep, each creak of a wagon wheel, sent a flicker of hope through me, only to be extinguished. Time, under the warm spring sun, seemed interminable.
Finally, after what felt like a long while, the gate groaned open. The knight stood before me, his face showing the slight weariness of the day. “The Commander will see you now,” he announced, his tone flat.
I nodded, a quiet “Thank you” escaping my lips. He stepped aside, a silent gesture for me to follow. We walked in step through the corridor, our footfalls echoing in the vast hall’s quietude. My attention swept over the meticulously ordered space: candles, precisely ten paces apart, cast a soft sheen on flawless paintings lining the walls, not a speck of dust to disturb the perfect symmetry. With each step, my confidence grew; Noctis would listen, he would think of a plan to keep the towns people safe. This was familiar territory, strictly business, yet a sense of anticipation still fluttered within me. A few maids hurried past, their arms laden with plates, the pleasant aroma of desserts teasing my empty stomach. A low growl escaped me, a reminder of the lunch I’d forgotten in the day’s chaos. I chuckled softly, a familiar indulgence. My sweet tooth, ever a weakness. We rounded a corner, and the drawing room’s open door beckoned.
The knight indicated for me to enter. “The commander will be with you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable.” He offered a polite, almost encouraging expression.
The drawing chamber welcomed me with an inviting warmth. As the knight closed the door behind me, I took in the area. Two leather armchairs faced a matching loveseat, a small table nestled between them. A faint ring marked the table’s polished surface, a testament to countless cups of tea. I settled into one of the armchairs, my vision drifting across the room. A warm, amber glow suffused the space, firelight casting long, dancing figures on the polished floorboards. Bookshelves lined the walls, more than I could ever hope to read. A firm rapping at the door drew my attention.
Noctis entered, and his presence seemed to command the very air in the chamber, the firelight catching the determined set of his jaw. Tall and powerfully built, yet with a lean grace, he possessed an undeniable magnetism. His hair, dark as a moonless night, framed a face illuminated by emerald irises that sparkled in the lamplight. He carried himself with an innate authority, a presence born from the power he commanded: the rare ability to wield sword aura. With it, he could infuse his blade with mana, resulting in attacks of exceptional speed and power.
A warm look spread across his face, but it held a hint of surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything okay?” His lips curved into a playful smirk. “Last time you were here, you were delivering my blade.”
A faint smile touched my lips, a silent acknowledgment of the countless hours poured into its creation. It was one of my finest works, an example of the intricate alchemy required to forge a blade capable of withstanding sword aura. The process, though demanding, had been a deeply satisfying challenge, a complex puzzle of energies that had grounded me when little else could. “I really enjoyed making it,” I replied, ” I’m so glad it’s doing its job.”
My posture stiffened, and my demeanor grew serious. ” I assume you’ve received word of the Shadowveil activity near Glen’s Crossing.”
“Yes,” he responded, his voice laced with concern. “Information reached us this morning.”
I shifted in my chair, the weight of my words settling heavily. “Unfortunately, I ran into a significant number of them in the forest today, during my mining expedition.”
His eyes widened. “Are you alright?” He leaned forward slightly, his stare intent. “Did they manage to harm you?”
I hesitated for just a fraction of a second before offering him a reassuring look, attempting to project an air of confidence I didn’t entirely feel. “I am just fine, not a scratch on me.” I gestured with my arms, as if to visually confirm my statement.
He released a sigh of relief, the tension visibly draining from his shoulders. “They are relentless, though, and far more formidable than the usual threats we face here.” He fell quiet a moment, his attention fixed upon me, scrutinizing my every reaction. “Please, recount the precise details of your run-in.”‘
I proceeded to provide a detailed retelling of the incident, carefully describing each stage and observation. I stressed their abrupt retreat following the demise of the largest Shadowveil.
He leaned forward, brows furrowed in deep thought, his focus on the floor as he processed my story. “Just because their leader is gone doesn’t guarantee they won’t return,” he mused, running a hand through his hair. He looked up, his features determined. “I’ll bring this up at tonight’s meeting. In the meantime, I’ll ensure we station more guards and request reinforcements.”
Before I could respond, a second sharp knock at the door shattered the brief silence. An older servant peered in. “Sir, we require your immediate presence.”
“I’ll be right there,” Noctis said, shifting his gaze back to me, a hint of regret in his eyes. “I’m afraid I have to cut this short. I’ll have a servant escort you out.”
“It’s no problem at all,” I assured him with a slight upturn of my lips.
He paused, turning back, a soft curve playing on his lips. “If you ever need to talk,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “about anything at all… I’m here.” He held my gaze a fraction longer than necessary.
“I will remember,” I said softly, offering a gentle parting expression. “I’ll see you around.”
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