The grassland seemed to stretch endlessly before them, each hill revealing only more hills beyond. The landscape itself was beautiful, wild grasses swaying in the breeze, patches of wildflowers adding splashes of color to the green, yet the continued absence of wildlife made it feel like walking through a painting rather than a living land.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Nik called from where he limped along using a makeshift walking stick. "That time I performed in Lord Halwick’s manor, where he had those enormous landscape paintings in his great hall. Beautiful things, perfect in every detail, but completely lifeless. His guests would stare at them for hours, drinking his expensive wine and pretending to understand art."
He attempted a laugh that sounded strained even to his own ears. "I made the mistake of suggesting they were boring. Nearly got thrown out on my ear."
His words hung in the air, the anecdote that would normally have drawn at least a chuckle from someone meeting only silence. Even the wind seemed to die down, as if the very air had stopped to listen and found the story wanting.
Nik’s smile faltered. "Tough crowd today," he muttered, turning his attention back to the ground beneath his feet.
They continued in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as the sun climbed toward its zenith. Apollo felt sweat gathering at his temples, rolling down his back beneath the weight of his pack. Their water was gone, every flask emptied, and thirst began to scratch at his throat with increasing insistence.
The treeline remained stubbornly distant, seeming no closer despite hours of steady walking. Apollo began to wonder if it was some kind of mirage, an illusion of forest that would retreat forever just beyond their reach.
’No,’ he corrected himself, ’it’s real. Just farther than it appeared.’ The thought wasn’t particularly comforting.
By midday, the silence had become a presence in itself, a weight that pressed against them from all sides, making even necessary communication feel like shouting in a temple.
They stopped briefly to rest in the meager shade of a lone boulder, sharing looks that spoke volumes about their growing unease.
"I’ve been a hunter for twenty years," Renna said suddenly, her voice startling in the quiet.
"I’ve tracked game through forests, mountains, marshes. I’ve never seen land so empty of life. No droppings, no tracks, not even a hawk circling overhead." She ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair. "It’s as if nothing has ever lived here."
"Or something drove everything away," Thorin added grimly.
No one responded to that. They didn’t need to. The thought had occurred to all of them, hanging unspoken in the still air.
They resumed their march after too brief a rest, driven forward by thirst and the growing certainty that remaining in the open grassland was somehow dangerous, though none could have articulated exactly why.
The absence of life felt heavier than any visible threat, an emptiness that whispered of wrongness in a way that made the skin crawl.
The sun began its slow descent toward the western horizon, the light taking on the golden quality of late afternoon. And finally, blessedly, the treeline began to grow larger, resolving from a dark smudge into the distinct shapes of individual trees.
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The sight gave them renewed energy. Their pace quickened despite aching muscles and parched throats, drawn forward by the promise of shade and possible water. Apollo felt the gold in his veins warming slightly, responding to some subtle change in the air as they approached the forest edge.
When they finally reached the first trees, the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grassland behind them. The forest loomed before them now, a wall of ancient trunks and dense foliage that offered welcome shade after the exposed hills.
Nik dropped dramatically to his knees, pressing his forehead against the cool bark of the nearest tree. "Oh, blessed shade," he croaked, his voice rough from thirst. "I shall never take you for granted again."
Apollo placed his palm against a different trunk, feeling the rough texture of bark beneath his fingers. The tree was solid, real, its presence somehow reassuring after the emptiness of the grassland. Yet as he looked deeper into the forest, that initial comfort began to fade, replaced by a creeping unease he couldn’t quite name.
The forest was as silent as the hills had been. No birds called from the branches overhead, no squirrels chattered, no insects buzzed among the leaves. Just the same unnatural quiet, made more obvious by the expectation that forests should be alive with sound.
"We should find water before dark," Renna said, already scanning the ground for signs that might lead them to a stream or spring.
Thorin had moved to examine a nearby oak, his thick fingers tracing something on its trunk. "Look at this," he called, his voice gruff with concern.
Apollo joined him, seeing immediately what had caught the dwarf’s attention. Three parallel gouges marked the tree’s bark, each deep enough to expose the pale wood beneath. They started about chest height and raked downward at an angle, exactly like claw marks.
"Could be a bear," Lyra suggested, though her tone made it clear she didn’t believe it.
Thorin shook his head. "Too high for a bear, unless it was standing upright and twice the size of any I’ve seen in the mountains." Thorin traced the gouges with his fingertips, his expression grim. "These are fresh."
Apollo felt the gold in his veins quicken, a warning pulse that traveled from his core to his extremities. The claw marks were identical to those they had seen in the fungal forest—three parallel cuts, evenly spaced, with the same distinctive depth pattern. His mouth went dry, and not just from thirst.
’It followed us,’ he thought, scanning the shadowed spaces between the trees. ’Or something like it exists here too.’
"We should move deeper," he said, keeping his voice steady despite the alarm building in his chest. "Find water, make camp while there’s still light."
Lyra nodded, her face tight with controlled fear. "Stay close together.