"The Haunt"

His dreams were filled with visions of ancient scrolls, of glittering jewel-like capsules filled with unimaginable magic. The faces of the students who had never returned flitted through his sleep, their expressions serious and solemn.As the night wore on, the images in Miro's mind grew more chaotic, his dreams becoming a jumble of shadows, voices, and half-forgotten memories.

He tossed and turned through the night, the whisper of the Seven Scrolls haunting his sleep.The night seemed to drag on forever, each hour passing slowly as if time itself was reluctant to move. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to streak the sky, Miro's dreams faded, and he began to stir awake.

He opened his eyes, blinking in the dim light of the morning. The room was chilly, and he shivered, pulling the covers tighter around himself. He looked over at Luna, but she was still asleep, her breath coming in even, slow puffs.Miro sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and attempting to shake off the lingering images from his dreams.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that his sleep had been stalked by the shadows of the Seven Scrolls.

The visions from his dreams replayed in his mind, the images of the scrolls, those mysterious cylinders from which the students had never returned, stayed with him like a dark cloud over his soul.He swung his legs out of bed and got up, the cold stone floor under his bare feet a quick wake-up. He glanced at his desk, the backpack sitting there, silent and full of potential, potential danger.

As soon as Miro's foot hit the floor, there was a slight sound from the other side of the room. Luna, who seemed to be light sleeper, stirred and then sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes."Good morning," she mumbled, still half-asleep. She looked over at Miro, who was standing next to his desk, trying to look like he hadn't been up all night reading. "You're up early," she commented, her voice still drowsy.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep," Miro replied, trying to sound nonchalant. He turned to look at her, managing a weak smile. "Want to get some breakfast?"...Luna nodded, pushing her hair out of her face with a yawn. "Yeah, sounds good. Give me a minute to get dressed." She got out of her bed, stretched like a cat, and started gathering her uniform from her closet. Miro went over to his own closet, pretending to busy himself with pulling out his uniform. He could feel Luna watching him, and he tried his best to act casual, though his heart was pounding in his chest.

Miro and Luna headed to the dining hall, the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows. The hall was almost empty, just a few early risers eating their breakfast. Despite the peaceful scene, Miro was anything but calm. The stories and legends he read last night kept reappearing in his mind, making him feel uneasy and anxious. Every shadow seemed to move, every noise sounded like a warning.

He followed Luna to the food counter, his hands shoved in his pockets, trying to look as relaxed as possible. He wasn't sure if he was pulling it off, but he did his best to act normal.They got their food and found a quiet table to sit at. Miro tried to eat, but his stomach was in knots, and the food tasted like sawdust in his mouth. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he barely noticed the worried glances Luna was sending him.

Luna, however, was observant. She'd picked up on Miro's nervous energy and the way he was avoiding her gaze. She could sense something was wrong, but she didn't want to ask him outright in such a public place.They ate in silence, the sounds of cutlery against plates and the distant chatter echoing around them. Miro pushed the food around on his plate, his mind still preoccupied with the scroll legends and the possible dangers that came with them.

After a while, Luna finished her breakfast and looked at Miro, who was still picking at his food. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke up quietly. "Miro..." Miro looked up, startled out of his thoughts. "Hm? Yeah?" He feigned ignorance, his heart pounding in his chest. "Are you okay?" Luna asked, her voice soft but concerned. "You've been quiet all morning, and you barely touched your food."

Miro sighed, realizing there was no way he could play it off at this point. He set down his fork and leaned back in his chair. "I'm fine," he lied, "just... didn't sleep well last night, that's all." Luna raised an eyebrow, not fully buying his excuse. "Miro, I've known you long enough to know when something is bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."

Miro looked away, unable to hold her gaze. He knew she was right, but the words seemed to stuck in his throat. The secret of the scrolls, the legends, the danger... it was a lot to process, especially alone. Miro stood up suddenly, pushing his chair back with a scrape against the floor. "I just... I need some air," he mumbled, avoiding Luna's eyes.

He didn't wait for a response, he was already moving, his footsteps echoing loudly in the near-empty hall. He felt Luna's eyes following him as he headed towards the exit, but he didn't look back.He rushed out of the dining hall, the early morning air cool against his skin. He just needed to get away, to sort out his thoughts and the chaos in his mind.

He walked quickly, not paying attention to where his feet were taking him. The school grounds were mostly deserted at this hour, only a few morning joggers and early risers going about their routines.Miro continued walking, lost in his thoughts. He passed fountains, courtyards, and ancient buildings, but he didn't really see any of them. His mind was racing with questions, doubts, and the constant whisper of the legends.

He ended up at the edge of the school grounds, where the forest started. The trees looked almost black against the pale light of morning, their leaves rustling softly in the cool breeze.Miro stopped, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked up at the trees, their tops disappearing into the morning mist. He felt small, insignificant against the backdrop of the ancient forest.

He leaned against a tree, feeling its rough bark against his back. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing, to find some calm amidst the chaos within him. Miro tried to control his breathing, but each breath came out shaky and uneven. The forest, once a place of quiet solitude, seemed to whisper to him now, each rustle of leaves echoing the whisper of the Seven Scrolls.

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they clung to him stubbornly, like shadows grasping at his soul. His mind replayed the stories, the warnings, the faces of the students who had never returned.He opened his eyes, looking out at the forest, lit now by the first rays of sunlight breaking through the trees. The world seemed so vast, so filled with danger and uncertainty. And he felt so alone in the face of it.

He pushed away from the tree, unable to stay still any longer. He needed to keep moving, to keep his mind occupied. He began to walk again, deeper into the forest.The trees formed a canopy overhead, turning the forest floor into a soft carpet of leaves and shadows. The sunlight filtered through, creating patches of light and dark that Miro walked through. The farther he went, the quieter the forest became. The sounds of the school behind him faded, replaced by the soft noises of the forest creatures around him.

Despite the quiet, the forest seemed to have a life of its own. The whisper of the trees, the rustle of the leaves, the occasional bird calling out it all seemed to hint at a deeper mystery, a secret within the very soul of the woods.Miro walked, his feet moving almost of their own accord, his mind filled with the images and stories he had read, the legends and the dangers. He began to feel the weight of the solitude, the silence broken only by his footsteps and his ragged breathing.

Miro found himself at a clearing between the trees, where the morning sunlight streamed in unhindered. He sat down on a nearby log, leaning against the rough bark of a tree.He sat quietly, his breathing a little calmer now. The silence of the forest seemed to wrap around him, soothing his racing mind for a moment.

he stared out into the forest, watching as the sun's rays crept over the treetops, painting the leaves in shades of gold and green. The quiet was almost absolute, broken only by the occasional bird call or the faint rustle of a small animal through the underbrush.

Why is he feeling this way?..This never happened...he never felt..fear..