The darkness had descended quietly over the woods, a welcome stillness after the endless combat of the previous days. The campfire's gentle flames danced, illuminating tired faces and the fading shades of fatigue. Wounds had been bandaged, muscles rubbed, and protective spells cast by Elira's skilled fingers. For the first time in an age, the party was able to catch its breath.
Kael rested back against a solid oak, the sword beside him weighing heavier. His shoulders dropped, tension easing for the first time in days. "Finally… a moment of peace," he whispered, observing the smoke rise lazily to the stars.
Thargrim sat cross-legged on a rock nearby, axe lying across his knees. "Aye… but only temporarily," he added with a wry smile. "Enemies do not take their rest, and neither do shadows. Still, it is pleasant to breathe without blood on our hands."
Rina stretched, releasing the tension in her claws and shoulders. "It's peculiar… feeling safe, even for one night," she whispered. "We've been running, fighting… always. Tonight, we just… exist.
Elira strode among them, fingers softly radiating as she strengthened wards of protection around the camp. Her healing magic hung in the air, not only repairing flesh, but calming the fatigue that clung to their hearts. "Rest now," she whispered. "Strength is a luxury, and the trials that await us require it. We must have our bodies and our minds intact.
Lyrielle, sitting demurely on a flat rock, raised her lute. The party fell silent, aware of the burden and the intent of what was to pass. She plucked the first chord without a word, and her voice ascended as soft wind through the trees, spinning a song that bore the weight of their trek, their setbacks, and their unity.
Under the silver dome we walk,
Through hushed winds and roads long past.
Our hearts as one, though shadows descend,
Together we rise, together we call.
O, light of the stars, thou light our way,
Through night's dark grasp and trials' sway.
Bound by honor, by love, by fire,
In shadowed depths, we whisper each name.
Through thorn and storm, blood and rain,
We share the pain, we bear the sorrow's strain.
Hands clasped fast, eyes meet and see,
Our story of bravery yet to be.
Though darkness whispers and fear does fly,
We are the guardians of hope's clean light.
No chain can hold, no shadow divide,
The tie of hearts we pledge to stake.
In passing dawn and moonlit night,
We journey on where peril takes its flight.
In tears, in laughter, in the hush, the shout,
We find our courage where we're brought.
The flames danced and cast long, sinuous shadows over the party. Not a word interrupted the silence; no one moved, no one spoke, except to allow the music to throb through their heart and bones. Each note hung in the air like a sigh from the ancient forest itself.
When the last chord was gone, the glade was enveloped in a holy silence. The forest had taken in the song, borne its echo through the trees. The party stood motionless for an interminable moment, basking in the feeling.
Kael's eyes opened, and he met each of theirs in turn. "Thank you, Lyrielle," he whispered. "That… that reminded me why we keep going. Why we fight, together."
She smiled calmly. "The song is not my own. It belongs to all of us—for the struggles we've endured, and the ties we bring with us."
They settled into sleep, one at a time. Steadfastness was regained, minds stilled, and hearts strengthened by the common knowledge of quiet, song, and devotion. In shadow, in peril, they were with one another—and for this evening, that was sufficient.
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