They ran.
Down the hill, back toward the forest, the air thick with an unseen weight pressing against them. Harvey's head was pounding, his body burning with a strange energy he couldn't contain.
The moment they reached the tree, Julia spun on him. "What the hell was that?!"
Harvey shook his head, still trying to steady his breathing. "I… don't know."
He looked at the mark on his hand. It wasn't just a burn. It was alive, pulsing with an unseen force. He could feel it—something stirring within him, something he didn't understand.
Julia paced. "The village is gone. That thing—whatever it was—said you're connected to it. And now you've got some kind of… of mark!"
Harvey exhaled. "I know."
She stopped, her arms crossed. "So what do we do?"
Harvey looked at the tree.
It had saved them before. It had guided them here.
And now, he felt it. A pull, deep inside him, connected to the same energy that now coursed through his veins.
He placed a hand against the bark.
The wind stirred. The leaves whispered.
And an image flashed in his mind—a destination. A path. A place beyond the forest.
Harvey turned to Julia.
"We find out what this mark means."
She hesitated, then nodded.
And so, they left behind the only home they had ever known, stepping into the unknown, the weight of fate pressing against them.
Somewhere, far beyond the trees, something watched.
And the hunt had only just begun