A Spark of Madness (Crescent Moon #2)
Chapter 1 Preface
Chapter one
Preface
In the moonlit region of the Krythodens territory, Chief Takoda, a man weathered by the wisdom of years, found himself facing a harrowing decision that weighed heavily on his shoulders.
The whispers of an unsettling presence had reached his ears, and the source was none other than a child—Ashwiyaa, a child whose essence seemed to dance on the edge of something otherworldly.
With a heavy heart, the chief turned toward his tribe.
Under the watchful gaze of the tribal council, Chief Takoda summoned Ashwiyaa, the child with striking eyes that held the secrets of ancient spirits. The magic he could feel sung from her like a beacon.
But this magic was dark, untamed and dangerous.
The air hummed with tension as the chief spoke, his voice a solemn murmur carried by the evening breeze.
“Ashwiyaa, child of the Krythodens, your essence has stirred shadows within our sacred lands. Whispers of powers not meant for this realm cling to your footsteps. We, the guardians of our people, must tread carefully in the dance between worlds.”
The child, with eyes wide and innocent, looked up at Chief Takoda, sensing the gravity of the situation. The timbre of his voice was simultaneously calming and haunting.
The tribal council, adorned in ceremonial regalia, watched in silence as the chief made a decision that would echo through the wind and across their lands.
With a heavy heart, Chief Takoda uttered words that cut through the quiet night. “To protect the balance that sustains our people, you must be banished from our lands. You will no longer be part of our tribe. Your journey, young one, is not here.”
Katera and Kale didn’t even yell out in protest as their child was led away, and their eyes were filled with only half-hearted pleas; they knew the danger she posed to the tribe.
Harsh words were already being repeated through the tribe, such as “dark witch,” and hushed voices whispered of evil and soullessness.
Even at the tender age of five, the girl knew she was neither safe nor welcome in this place she called home.
Tears welled in the eyes of the child, whose connection to the mystic energies was both a gift and a curse.
The chief’s gaze remained fixed on the horizon, a silent plea to the spirits for guidance in a realm where the boundaries between the seen and the unseen blurred.
The decision to send the child away, even one with the potential for supernatural abilities, weighed heavily on Chief Takoda’s spirit.
As the moon’s gentle light illuminated the territory, the tribe stood united, ready to face a profound challenge that would test the very essence of their beliefs—a challenge that came in the form of dragons.