Lorraine's POV
The moon was crawling its way toward the sky, slow but relentless, it was a glowing warning we couldn't ignore. We had already been walking nonstop, and my legs felt as heavy as Lead. But the moment we stepped out from behind the thick wall of trees, I spotted it.
The Old Moon Bridge.
Stretching across a long, narrow ravine like an ancient scar left behind by a forgotten war. The bridge looked older than time itself, large cracked stones, wild vines wrapped around its pillars, the center swallowed in a soft mist that refused to move even with the evening wind.
Kieran stepped in front of us, posture rigid, eyes fixed on the bridge.
"We have to cross it now before the moon fully rises," he said, voice cold and steady as ever.
Felix gulped loudly behind me, clutching his hands together. "But…. it's already pretty late. What if we're halfway across and the moon rises and.... and we hear the ghosts screaming?" His voice shook like a leaf in a storm.
