Chapter 7: The Edge Of The Forest

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🌞 **The morning sun stretched lazily over the rooftops of Kelbaraan**, spilling golden light over the moss-covered stones and cobbled pathways. A gentle breeze rustled the treetops in the distance, carrying with it the faint scent of wildflowers and damp earth. The village stirred to life—traders opening their stalls, smithies stoking their forges, and distant laughter of children echoing through the streets.

Keal adjusted the straps of his satchel, the familiar weight settling against his back. His pulse was steady, but his thoughts raced like wild deer. *No time for training today. No time for moping around, either.* Today, he had a purpose beyond himself. *Today, I help protect what matters most.*

By the old wooden gate, his father Kiel stood tall, a slight crease in his brow as he double-checked the parchment in his hand. The list was written in his usual clean, precise script, every item accounted for, every need calculated.

Beside him, Arte adjusted the belt of her deep blue scholar's coat, the fabric catching the sunlight like ripples on water. She carefully slipped thin glass vials and metal tools into the hidden inner pockets—each one polished and in its proper place. A small rolled map peeked from one of her side pouches.

"We're out of blackthorn bark," Kiel announced, voice calm but edged with urgency. "Moonleaf essence too. And we barely have enough glimmer berries to last the week. Without those, our antiseptics and energy tonics will run dry far sooner than we'd like."

Arte nodded, tucking a loose strand of her silver hair behind one ear. "And don't forget the strongwood branches. The eastern wall still needs reinforcing before the next storm season hits." She glanced toward the horizon, where distant clouds gathered like silent watchers. "If the weather turns early again this year..."

Kiel gave a faint grunt of agreement, folding the list and slipping it into his coat. "Then we'll be ready for it."

A small voice interrupted them.

"Why can't I come too?" Blanc's voice rang out, soft but stubborn. She stood by the house's front steps, her tiny hands resting on her hips, her brown eyes wide with determination and just a hint of mischief.

Keal turned, a smile easing onto his face despite the heavy thoughts in his head. Blanc, wrapped in her oversized shawl, looked more like a fluffy kitten trying to roar. He crouched down so they were eye level. "Because someone has to guard the house, right?"

Blanc scrunched up her nose, unconvinced. "Guard it from what? Dust?"

Arte chuckled, shaking her head. Kiel allowed himself a rare smirk.

"Well, you never know," Keal said, tapping her forehead lightly. "Dust, bandits, sneaky squirrels looking for nuts, or maybe... shadowbeasts lurking where you least expect." He widened his eyes dramatically, making Blanc giggle despite herself.

"Fine," Blanc sighed, giving in with a dramatic puff of her cheeks. "But bring back something tasty! Like wild honey or caramel figs! Promise?"

Keal crossed his heart with his finger. "Promise."

Arte leaned down and gave Blanc a kiss on the forehead. "Be good while we're gone. And keep an eye on the garden, alright?"

Blanc nodded vigorously, her earlier pout replaced by a grin.

With their packs secured and blades checked one final time, the three of them stepped beyond the familiar boundaries of their home. The forest awaited—its deep shadows and dappled sunlight beckoning them forward. Somewhere beyond those trees were the resources they needed... and maybe, just maybe, the first hints of the unknown dangers creeping toward Kelbaraan's peaceful borders.

Keal glanced over his shoulder one last time at the house, at Blanc waving at them from the doorway, and felt a strange mixture of warmth and unease settle in his chest.

We'll be back before nightfall, he promised himself.

The air beyond the village held a different weight—cooler, denser, alive with the hum of unseen creatures. The towering trees of the Kelbaraan Forest loomed like ancient sentinels, their branches intertwining to form a natural canopy that filtered the sunlight into scattered patches.

Kiel led the way, his steps confident but quiet. Arte followed, scanning their surroundings with a calm sharpness. Keal trailed behind them, adjusting to the unfamiliar silence of the wilds.

He activated Echo Step, his footfalls becoming lighter, softer—almost nonexistent. Every crack of a twig, every shift of a leaf beneath his boots, faded into stillness. For the first time since receiving the skill, Keal felt a sense of belonging in his steps.

"Keep your senses open," Kiel murmured, not looking back. "This forest isn't just full of wildlife. Scavengers, bandits, and worse things pass through here."

Arte glanced back at Keal with a gentle smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of tension. "This isn't the core of the forest, but it's still no place for carelessness."

Keal nodded, determination tightening in his chest. He wouldn't be a burden today.

They passed by an old deer trail, now tangled and torn, fresh claw marks scoring the trees nearby. The usual birdsong was absent. Even the insects seemed hesitant.

Kiel knelt by the marks, running his fingers over the grooves. "These are fresh. Big claws, likely forest wolves... but deeper. Heavier."

Arte's voice softened, almost like she was speaking to herself. "The natural balance is disturbed. Something spooked them..."

Keal swallowed hard. He scanned the treeline, feeling the shadows stretch longer than they should. A chill crawled down his spine—not from fear of wolves, but from something else. Something watching.

They stopped by a clearing where moonleaf plants shimmered under the filtered sunlight. Arte crouched down, carefully snipping leaves and placing them into her satchel with delicate precision. Kiel collected strips of strongwood, using his Minor Impact skill to loosen stubborn branches without breaking the entire tree.

Keal kept watch, Echo Step activated, slipping between bushes and over fallen logs. His silent movement made him feel like a ghost drifting through the woods.

For the first time, he saw what it meant to work as a team—not just in fighting, but in surviving. His parents' movements were efficient, practiced, and harmonious. There was no wasted energy. No fear. Just purpose.

Suddenly, a sharp snap echoed through the air, followed by low growls.

Keal froze and crouched low, peering through the underbrush. A small pack of forest wolves—scruffy, scarred, and thin—prowled near a patch of glimmer berry bushes. There were four of them, their ribs showing through their coarse fur, and desperation gleaming in their yellow eyes.

He slipped back to his parents without a sound, heart pounding but mind clear.

"Wolves," he whispered. "Four. Guarding the glimmer berries. They look hungry… desperate."

Kiel scratched his chin. "Makes sense. The usual predators that keep them in check must've been pushed deeper into the woods." His tone darkened. "Or driven out by something stronger."

Arte exchanged a look with Kiel—brief, silent, but filled with meaning. Keal caught it but didn't ask.

"Alright," Kiel said, rolling his shoulders. "No need to fight unless they attack first. We'll take the berries from the far side. Keal, scout ahead. Mark the safest path. If anything moves, warn us."

Keal activated Echo Step again, his movements even smoother this time. He crept along the treeline, finding a clear route around the wolves' territory. Every heartbeat felt like thunder in his ears, but his steps remained quiet as wind.

As Keal scouted, something else gnawed at his instincts. Beyond the wolves' den, farther into the shadowed depths of the forest, a strange quiet lingered.

The air felt heavier. Thicker.

He thought he saw movement in the distance—a figure, maybe? But when he focused, it was gone.

A chill ran down his back.

"Probably just the shadows... or maybe... not."

Keal forced himself to focus. First the berries, then they could leave.

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Returning to his parents, Keal pointed toward the narrow ridge trail. "This way. It's safer, and the wind's with us."

Kiel nodded, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "Good work. You're learning to read the land."

They moved swiftly but quietly, gathering the glimmer berries beneath the shadowed grove. Across the clearing, wolves prowled, their shapes dark against the underbrush. But they didn't approach. Something kept them at bay.

Keal's senses stayed sharp, yet the unease in his chest wouldn't leave. The silence was too deep, the air too still.

As they finished packing the last of their supplies, Kiel scanned the woods, his tone low and firm. "Let's head back. I don't like this quiet."

Arte nodded, clutching her satchel. "Agreed. We can return tomorrow. Whatever spooked the wolves, I don't want to meet it today."

They turned, retreating from the clearing. Keal took the rear, watching the shadows stretch behind them.

And for the first time, he realized the forest wasn't just home to beasts.

It hid predators far worse.

And something—silent and patient—was already watching them.