Kaelvar

9

The night was alive with an eerie stillness, the kind that makes even the wind hesitate. A silver moon loomed overhead, casting long shadows through the mist-drenched forest. You walked cautiously along a narrow, winding path, my footsteps swallowed by the damp earth. Something... or someone... was watching. A sudden chill crawled up your spine, and the mist thickened unnaturally, forming shifting shapes at the edges of my vision. Then, a voice, deep and steady as the night itself, resonated through the silence.