Dawn spills over Eden, a soft wash of gold and violet across the wild expanse. Oakenspire’s roots hum gently, weaving echoes of yesterday’s csh through the earth. Tobal stirs, his wild hair damp against his brow, scarred hands resting taut—brown eyes flicker with the traitor’s lingering whisper, a pulse of kin stirring his chest. Fiona rises beside him, her red braid falling loose, green eyes keen—her staff rests near, its vines curling faintly as if sensing the air. Rafe leans against the hall’s edge, hazel eyes sharp, dagger twirling slowly—he offers a quiet grin: “Kin’s a ghost now—slippery one.” Becca shifts nearby, broad shoulders rexed but ready—blue eyes glow under her shaved scalp, axe cradled loose—yang simmers beneath her calm. Cal stands by the OAK roots, his tall frame a steady pilr—spear at rest, gray eyes tracing the hum with quiet focus. Valentine pads softly, shaggy gray fur rippling—yellow eyes gleam, a low growl stirring—traitor’s scent drifts west.
The OAK roots murmur, their voice smooth yet urgent: “Blood’s echo calls from the wild.” Tobal’s scars tense—brown eyes steady: “They’ve gone west.” Fiona nods, her green vines pulsing faintly: “Eden’s edge—it’s there.” Rafe’s grin widens slightly—“Uncle’s running scared—about time.” Becca’s voice rumbles low—“Not far enough for me.” Cal tilts his spear, gray gaze firm: “We’ll track them.” Valentine slips forward, a gray shadow moving west—Chaos lingers in the breeze—Oakenspire’s hum follows—Fiona’s tone is crisp: “Let’s move.”
Storm glides through the wild, midnight hooves steady—Tobal rides low, scars warm under the wind, brown eyes fixed ahead. Fiona flows with Bze, red braid trailing, staff aglow—green eyes pierce the horizon. Becca rides beside, axe resting easy, yang a quiet fire—blue eyes catch the light, shaved head shining. Rafe moves swift, wiry frame threading the path—hazel eyes glint: “They’re sweating now, I’d wager.” Cal strides smooth, tall shadow unbroken—spear bances, gray gaze unwavering—Knights blend into the chase—Valentine bounds ahead, shaggy grace—Chaos drifts west—Eden’s wild unfurls—OAKs sigh—Fiona calls softly: “West ridge—almost there.”
The ridge rises, trees weaving a dense curtain—traitor stands, hooded and scaled—OAK bde catches dawn’s gleam—half a face peers out, kin’s eyes cold with hate—golden warmth fades. Tobal’s whip uncoils—scars fre—steel dances toward the figure—traitor sways aside. Fiona’s vines ripple—green tendrils weave—staff hums alive—traitor twists free. Rafe’s daggers fsh—silver arcs—his grin flickers: “Can’t hide forever—found you.” Becca’s axe sweeps—yang ignites—blue eyes fre—steel meets steel, a clear ring. Cal’s spear glides—tall frame shields—gray holds firm—Val’s teeth snap—tears at scales—traitor stumbles—rift opens—bck whispers—OAKs shiver—traitor’s voice cuts low: “Blood sings—Eden’s mine.”
Fiona leaps—green eyes steady—staff pulses—vines tighten—her breath steadies: “Kin—still ours.” Tobal pauses—brown eyes darken—voice drops: “Who are you?” Rafe’s grin curves—words slip: “Uncle’s mug—ugly as sin.” Becca’s grip firms—blue eyes bze—growls: “End it now.” Cal’s gray softens—spear lowers—murmurs: “Roots know—old blood.” Valentine surges—yellow bites—tears—traitor reels—rift fades—OAKs hum—hood falls—scars show—kin’s mark—traitor slips west—wild cloaks the retreat.
They ease—Storm breathes steady—Tobal’s scars gleam—brown eyes track—boots press leaves. Fiona holds Bze—red braid settles—staff dims—green eyes linger—vines rex. Rafe spins his dagger—ughs light: “Kin’s quick—coward’s legs.” Becca’s yang fades—axe rests—blue eyes soften—Knights stand—wild hums. Cal’s spear settles—tall shadow—gray sweeps—Valentine circles—shaggy guard—Oakenspire echoes—roots weave—OAK whispers: “Blood’s echo—west runs red.” Day 13 closes—sun climbs—traitor fades—Eden steadies—Knights breathe—the hunt lingers.
