Entry One: The Cracks in the Wall
The Hollow was restless again.
I could feel it, even before the scouts returned. The magic in the air was sharp, biting at my skin, and the shadows along the academy walls seemed to shift on their own.
Kael stood beside me on the parapet, his heat barely touching my arm.
"They're testing the boundaries," he said quietly.
I didn't ask who "they" were. We both knew.
The Bone Creatures weren't attacking outright—not yet. They were waiting, circling, looking for weaknesses. It reminded me of the last time, the night the village burned. The night the bond between us stopped being something we could ignore.
Entry Two: The Letter
When we returned to the dormitories, a folded piece of parchment lay on my bed. My name was written in my sister's handwriting—sharp, precise, with the faintest flourish on the "E."
I hesitated before opening it. Her letters were rare, and never without reason.
Dearest Elara,
I hope this reaches you without delay. Rumors are spreading here—whispers of the Hollow stirring again, and of strange shadows seen on the roads. I know the academy will keep you safe, but I must ask: have you felt it? The pull? The way the air tastes different before a storm?
Father has grown restless. He watches the treeline at night. I think he fears something he won't name.
Stay sharp. Stay alive.
And Elara… be careful who you trust.
— L.
I read it twice before tucking it under my pillow. My sister was no seer, but she had a way of sensing things before they happened.
Entry Three: Unspoken Tensions
Training that afternoon was brutal. Professor Valen pushed us until sweat stung my eyes and my shadows frayed at the edges. Every movement was about survival—no wasted strikes, no hesitation.
Kael fought like the world was ending. His flames were sharper, more controlled than I'd ever seen. He didn't speak to me until we were leaving the grounds.
"You didn't eat," he said.
"I'm not hungry."
He studied me for a moment, his gaze lingering on the spot where the letter was hidden inside my sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
I almost told him about my sister's warning, but the words stuck in my throat. If I told him, it would make it real.
Entry Four: Whispers in the Shadows
That night, the wind carried strange sounds across the courtyard—scraping, like bone against stone. Kael and I were on the eastern walkway when we heard it.
"Do you hear that?" I whispered.
He nodded once, fire flaring faintly in his palm.
The scraping grew louder, followed by a sound I couldn't mistake—a low, guttural growl. My shadows shivered in answer, curling tighter around my ankles.
We weren't alone.
Entry Five: The Glimpse
A figure moved beyond the outer wall. Not human. Its body glistened pale under the moonlight, bones twisted in unnatural angles, black eyes glinting.
Kael moved in front of me, the heat from his body a shield. "Stay behind me."
The creature paused, head tilting like it was listening for something. Then, without warning, it melted into the dark.
We stood frozen for a long moment.
"That's the second time this week," Kael muttered.
"They're getting closer," I said.
"No. They're hunting."
Entry Six: The Decision
Later, in the safety of the library's shadowed corner, I unfolded my sister's letter again. The warning seemed sharper now, every word edged with urgency.
"Be careful who you trust."
Kael leaned over my shoulder, reading without asking. His hand brushed mine, warm and grounding.
"She knows something," he said.
"I think she's trying to protect me."
"Or warn you."
We exchanged a long look, one that carried more meaning than either of us wanted to say aloud.
Because if the Bone Creatures were truly hunting, and if my sister's fears were right…
Trust would be the first thing to break.
If you want, I can now expand this to Webnovel's ideal 1,800–2,000 words by fleshing out:
The training sequence into a tense, visual fight scene
A longer night patrol with Kael where they nearly confront the creature
A private emotional scene with Kael reacting to the sister's warning
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Alright — I'll expand Chapter 19 to the Webnovel sweet spot of ~1,900–2,000 words, keeping the entries and the sister's letter intact, but fleshing out:
Training session into a tense, cinematic scene.
Night patrol into a near-confrontation with the Bone Creature.
Deeper Kael-Elara bond moment reacting to the letter's warning.
Extra foreshadowing of internal betrayal to build tension.
Here's the full expanded version:
Chapter 19 – Letters in the Dark
Entry One: The Cracks in the Wall
The Hollow was restless again.
I could feel it before the scouts even returned.
The air was heavy, as though the magic itself had thickened, and the shadows clinging to the outer walls moved in ways I didn't like—too deliberate, too alive. The sky had gone a strange color, not yet night but already stripped of daylight, a bruised blue fading to black.
Kael stood beside me on the parapet, close enough that I could feel the faint warmth radiating from his body. He leaned forward, scanning the tree line. His eyes narrowed.
"They're testing the boundaries," he said quietly.
I didn't ask who "they" were.
We both knew.
The Bone Creatures weren't attacking outright—not yet. They were waiting, circling, learning our defenses. The last time they moved like this, a village burned, and the bond between Kael and me stopped being something we could pretend didn't exist.
I glanced sideways at him. His fire was banked low, but I could still feel it—like embers buried deep under ash, waiting for the right wind.
Entry Two: The Letter
When I returned to my dorm, a folded parchment lay on my bed. My name was written in my sister's handwriting—sharp, precise, with that faint flourish on the "E" that only she had.
Her letters were rare. She didn't waste ink unless there was a reason.
I sat on the edge of my bed and broke the seal.
Dearest Elara,
I hope this reaches you without delay. Rumors are spreading here—whispers of the Hollow stirring again, and of strange shadows seen on the roads. I know the academy will keep you safe, but I must ask: have you felt it? The pull? The way the air tastes different before a storm?
Father has grown restless. He watches the treeline at night. I think he fears something he won't name.
Stay sharp. Stay alive.
And Elara… be careful who you trust.
— L.
I read it twice, my heartbeat picking up with every word. My sister was no seer, but she had always been attuned to the currents of the world. If she was worried, something was moving in the dark.
Entry Three: Unspoken Tensions
Training that afternoon was merciless.
Professor Valen didn't bother with a lecture; he ordered us straight into the arena, a vast circle of stone with a cold wind cutting through it. The third-years stood in two lines facing each other, weapons in hand, magic already sparking in the air.
"Survival," Valen barked. "No rules but one—stay standing."
The first clash was chaos. My shadows lashed out, sweeping low to trip my opponent before they could release a fire burst. Sparks exploded across the floor as Kael's flames met another student's frost magic, the hiss and crack sharp in my ears.
Valen moved through the crowd like a hawk, calling out mistakes, forcing pairs to switch opponents mid-fight.
By the time I faced Kael, my breath was ragged.
"You're holding back," he said, circling me.
"So are you."
His grin was quick and dangerous. "Let's not."
He lunged. Flames spiraled from his hands, forcing me to split my shadows into a barrier. Heat seared my skin, and I sent my magic whipping low around his legs. He countered by blasting the ground between us, forcing me to stumble back.
We moved like we had on that night of the village attack—fire and shadow twisting around each other, neither yielding. It was exhilarating and terrifying at once.
When Valen finally called an end, sweat was dripping down my spine, and Kael's hair was damp, sticking to his forehead. He didn't speak until we left the grounds.
"You didn't eat," he said.
"I'm not hungry."
He looked at me for a long moment, eyes lingering on the spot where the letter was hidden in my sleeve.
"What's wrong?"
I almost told him. But if I spoke my sister's warning aloud, it would make it real.
Entry Four: Whispers in the Shadows
Night came quickly. The wind carried an edge to it, the kind that made the lamps flicker in their glass casings. Kael and I were on the eastern walkway when the sound came—a faint scraping, like bone against stone.
I stopped mid-step. "Do you hear that?"
Kael's head tilted. "Yeah."
The sound grew louder. Bone on stone, deliberate, dragging. Then a low growl—inhuman and deep—rolled through the air. My shadows twitched at my feet, pulling closer to my skin.
We moved quietly toward the sound, keeping to the darkest part of the wall. The scraping stopped.
Entry Five: The Glimpse
Beyond the outer wall, something moved.
It was pale, its limbs wrong—too long, bending in ways no human could. Its bones jutted unnaturally beneath stretched, translucent skin. Black, depthless eyes locked onto us.
Kael stepped in front of me, heat radiating from his body. His hand glowed faintly with a contained flame. "Stay behind me."
The creature tilted its head, listening. Its mouth opened slightly, revealing jagged, irregular teeth. Then, without a sound, it slipped back into the treeline as though the dark itself had swallowed it.
We didn't breathe for a moment.
"That's the second time this week," Kael said, his voice low.
"They're getting closer," I replied.
"No. They're hunting."
Entry Six: The Decision
Later, in the library's dim corner—our usual hidden spot—I unfolded my sister's letter again. The parchment felt heavier now.
"Be careful who you trust."
Kael leaned over my shoulder, reading without asking. His hand brushed mine, warm and grounding.
"She knows something," he said.
"I think she's trying to protect me."
"Or warn you."
We stared at each other, the air between us charged.
And I realized the truth I didn't want to face—if the Bone Creatures were truly hunting, if my sister's fears were right, then the first crack in our defenses wouldn't come from outside the academy walls.
It would come from within.