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They followed the glowing trail deeper into the heart of the woods, where the trees grew so close together that they blotched out most of the sky. The air grew colder with every step, a surefire sign that the stolen Sunstone was nearby, likely being drained of its warmth by the beast.
Leaving her walking stick behind to show she meant no harm, Brooke stepped out onto the black rock. The creature's head snapped over instantly. A low, thunderous growl rolled across the clearing, shaking the very stones beneath Brooke's boots. The white star eyes locked onto her. bc_brooke_belle_159
"It's draining it," Belle hissed, reaching for the small hunting bow strapped to her back. They followed the glowing trail deeper into the
Belle nodded, standing up and brushing the dirt from her trousers. She was the tracker of the family, possessing an uncanny ability to read the wilderness, while Brooke was the strategist, always thinking three steps ahead. Together, they were a perfect team, but the sheer scale of this task was testing them both to their absolute limits. The creature's head snapped over instantly
The creature tilted its massive head, the growl subsiding into a low rumble. It looked down at the fading Sunstone in its hands, then back at the small human brave enough to stand before it. Slowly, with a grace that defied its massive size, the beast lowered itself to the ground and extended its injured side toward Brooke.
The morning sun cut through the heavy gray fog of the Whispering Woods, illuminating a narrow dirt path. Brooke adjusted the straps of her heavy leather backpack and looked over at her sister. Belle was kneeling by a patch of moss, inspecting a set of strange, glowing blue footprints that pressed deep into the earth.
