An Ominous Sign

Chapter 15: An Ominous Sign

The air was thick with anticipation the next morning. Crestwood's usual rhythm felt disrupted, as if the entire village was holding its breath. The villagers went about their routines, but there was a nervous energy that Kieran could sense in every look, every cautious word spoken. They all knew something had changed—Tomas's betrayal had reminded them that their enemy was closer than ever, lurking in the shadows and pulling strings they couldn't yet see.

Kieran spent the early hours with Eldric, going over the defensive measures that had been implemented. Every weak point in their perimeter had been fortified, and every path leading into the village was now under constant watch. It wasn't enough to fully shield them, but it was a start.

"What we really need is information," Kieran muttered as he scanned a map of the surrounding forest. "We're fortifying and preparing, but we're fighting blind. We still don't know exactly where the Fallen Circle is based or how many of them we're dealing with."

Eldric nodded, his face grim. "It's risky, but I could lead a scouting team to gather intelligence. We'd stay low, cover as much ground as possible without alerting them to our presence."

Kieran considered this. Eldric was one of their best fighters, skilled in both combat and strategy. If anyone could lead a successful scouting mission, it was him. But the thought of sending Eldric out into unknown territory, knowing he might not come back, twisted Kieran's gut.

"We'll need more than just a quick survey of the area," Kieran finally replied. "If you're willing to go, I want you to gather as much information as you can. Find out where they're hiding, how many they have, and any weaknesses we could exploit."

Eldric placed a reassuring hand on Kieran's shoulder. "You can count on me. I'll take two others with me—trusted fighters who know how to move quietly."

"Thank you, Eldric," Kieran said, his voice steady but filled with gratitude. "Just… come back safe. We can't afford to lose you."

Eldric gave a nod, his expression softening slightly. "I'll be back before you know it."

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By midday, the scouting team had assembled. Eldric chose Darin, a young but skilled archer with a keen eye, and Jara, a seasoned tracker who knew the forest like the back of her hand. Kieran watched them as they prepared, feeling a sense of pride mixed with worry. These were his people, dedicated to defending Crestwood, no matter the personal cost.

Before they left, Kieran gathered the three of them together. "Remember, your mission is to observe and report. Don't engage unless you have no other choice. We need information more than we need a confrontation."

Eldric nodded, and Darin and Jara followed suit. With a final nod from Kieran, they disappeared into the forest, moving with the silent grace of predators. As they vanished from sight, Kieran felt the weight of their absence settle over him.

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The hours dragged on. Kieran tried to distract himself by organizing supplies and checking in with the villagers, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the forest. He found himself glancing at the treeline every few minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of Eldric and his team returning.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Crestwood, Liora approached him. "You're worried about them," she observed, her voice gentle but knowing.

Kieran sighed, nodding. "It's hard not to be. Every time we send people out there, we're risking their lives. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that we're still barely scratching the surface of what we're up against."

Liora placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "You're doing everything you can, Kieran. And Eldric is one of the best. If anyone can bring back the information we need, it's him."

He offered her a faint smile. "I just wish I could do more. Sitting here, waiting… it feels like we're always one step behind the Circle."

Before she could respond, a distant shout rang out, piercing the quiet evening air. Kieran's heart leaped, and he and Liora rushed toward the sound, their hearts pounding with both hope and dread.

As they reached the edge of the village, they saw Eldric, Darin, and Jara emerging from the forest, looking weary but unharmed. Relief flooded Kieran, and he hurried over to them.

"You're back," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Did you find anything?"

Eldric nodded, his expression dark. "We found their camp. It's about five miles northwest of here, hidden deep in the woods. They've got a decent setup—tents, supplies, weapons. But that's not the worst part."

Kieran's stomach tightened. "What is it?"

Eldric hesitated, his face grim. "We saw something… strange. They were performing some kind of ritual. There was a circle drawn in blood, symbols I didn't recognize, and chanting. It looked like they were summoning something… or trying to."

A chill ran down Kieran's spine. The Circle's practices had always been dark, but summoning rituals meant they were dealing with powers beyond the physical realm. If they were calling upon dark forces, Crestwood was in even greater danger than he'd realized.

"Did you see any signs of… creatures? Demons?" Kieran asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Eldric shook his head. "Not yet. But if they keep up with those rituals, it's only a matter of time. Whatever they're trying to summon, it's something big. I could feel it… like a sickness in the air."

Kieran clenched his fists, his mind racing. They needed a plan, and they needed it fast. The Circle's power was growing, and now they had a clear indication that supernatural forces were at play. Crestwood's defenses could hold off human attackers, but against demons or other summoned creatures, they would need more than barricades and weapons.

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That night, Kieran called a council meeting, gathering everyone in the village hall. He shared Eldric's findings, leaving nothing out. The villagers listened in stunned silence, their faces pale as they took in the grim news.

"We knew the Circle was dangerous," Kieran said, his voice carrying a tone of resolve. "But now we know they're planning something even darker. We need to prepare ourselves—not just for attacks from the Circle, but for whatever creatures they might unleash."

Liora stepped forward, her gaze fierce. "I can begin researching protective wards and defensive spells. They won't be easy, but with the right materials, I might be able to create a barrier around the village."

Father Merrick, who had been listening quietly, nodded. "And I'll pray for guidance. There are ancient blessings meant to ward off evil; I'll do whatever I can to reinforce our defenses."

Kieran's heart swelled with gratitude for their commitment. Despite their fear, everyone was willing to fight, to protect what they held dear. They weren't soldiers, but they were united by a bond stronger than any chain the Circle could forge.

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As the meeting concluded, Kieran found himself standing outside the village hall, looking up at the stars. He thought of his family, his friends, and the peaceful days they'd once known. Those days felt like a distant memory now, almost a dream. But he wasn't willing to give up on them—not yet.

Liora joined him, her eyes reflecting the same determination he felt. "We'll make it through this, Kieran. Together."

He nodded, taking comfort in her presence. "Yes. But we need to be ready for anything. The Circle isn't going to stop, and neither can we."

As they stood together in the cool night air, the weight of leadership pressed heavily on Kieran's shoulders. But with Liora, Eldric, and the rest of Crestwood by his side, he felt a spark of hope. They were facing a darkness unlike anything they'd known, but they would stand against it, no matter the cost.

Tomorrow, they would begin preparing the village for the worst. And if the Fallen Circle thought they could break Crestwood's spirit, they were sorely mistaken.