The fire cracked in the middle of the clearing, sparks drifting upward into the dark canopy. Around it sat three figures: two young siblings, their eyes reflecting the orange glow, and a woman whose every small movement carried the clink of chains.
The night was still, save for the flames and the metallic echo whenever the chained woman shifted her legs. Shadows pressed in from all sides, the forest heavy and watchful.
The sister was the first to break the silence. "Isn't it strange? The First Pillar isn't here."
Her twin leaned forward, tossing a twig into the fire. "Skipping a meeting… that's unlike him."
The chained woman tilted her head slightly, the steel links dragging softly across the ground. "Unusual indeed." Her voice was low, carrying a hint of amusement—or suspicion.
