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The Herald's Last Spell
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The Murmur of Warnings
The moon cast a silvery glow over the cobblestone paths of the ancient town. Aelar, with his vine-entwined staff tapping gently on the stones, wandered through the whispering night. His deep emerald eyes caught the glimpse of a dark shape fluttering above.
A raven, flapping frantically, crashed down through branches, sending leaves fluttering like an alarm of panic chimes. Aelar stopped, his wavy auburn hair barely settling from the disturbed breeze.
“That’s not a good sign,” Aelar murmured to himself, concern knitting his brows.
The raven, wild-eyed, circled above his head, filling the air with urgent cries.
“What is it, little friend?” Aelar asked, his voice gentle as the warm whisper of the wind.
But the bird only screeched louder, circling like a shadowy sentinel. Whatever it meant, Aelar knew it bore a warning—one demanding attention.
His grip tightened on his staff, determination rooting him where he stood.
The town might be in danger, and Aelar had to listen.
Nightly Whispers
Aelar ducked into a crumbling chapel, its arches still holding some dignity in the moonlight. He wrapped his earthy-toned robes tighter around him, absorbing the echoes of the eerie silence.
"Looks like it's you and me," he spoke softly to the raven, its dark feathers shimmering even in the dim light.
The raven cocked its head, as though understanding the weight of his concerns.
"The town's in trouble," he continued, his deep emerald eyes focused, "but I can't do it alone. Can you help me, feathery friend?"
The raven cawed softly, a note of agreement.
Just then, a chilly draft swept through the chapel, causing the candles to flicker. Aelar felt rather than heard the presence that suddenly lingered.
"Beware the shadows," a voice, as thin as thread, whispered through the air.
Aelar gripped his staff tighter, peering into the dark corners where the night's secrets seemed to gather.
"Shadows," he murmured, feeling the chill settle in his bones. Something eerie was entwining itself within the town's veins.