Fated Triad: Shadows of the Forbidden Moon

Ariel's POV

Now the little hut was a refuge of uncomfortable quiet. Though our flight had been quick, the anxiety was far from released. The attack had rocked us, and the weight of what was ahead loomed large.

Alan stayed unconscious but his condition was steady for now. Marie's conscientious treatment had kept him alive, but his recovery remained dubious. I walked the room attempting to clear my head and create a strategy. It was difficult to concentrate as I kept wondering what would happen next.

Searching among the ancient maps we had discovered in the cabin, Elijah was attempting to decide where to go. His face was focused, the lines of concern clearly carved themselves on his features. Marie was seated by Alan's bedside, her eyes darting to the door every now and then as though she expected another attack right now.

"Any ideas on where we should go?" Trying to shatter the stillness, I asked.

Elijah looked up, his face austere. "We have to figure out someone behind all of this. We seem to be missing something. We will never be safe if we cannot find the truth.

Marie's head leaped forward. "Do you suppose it has bearing on the allies of the sorcerer?"

Elijah answered, "possibly." But there is more involved as well. Their targeting of us especially has a purpose. We need answers, and I have a sense we are closer than we could be realizing.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I stiffened at the sound of an outside car engine rumbling. As I stepped to the window and peeked out, my heart pounded. My blood stopped cold just seeing the familiar image of the sorcerer's minions moving forward.

I whispered, my voice tense with anxiety, "They're back." "What are we supposed to do?

Elijah's eyes went wide with fear. We must act fast. They are approaching more closely.

We gathered what we could and got ready to go, but the door sprang open just as we were about to go. Rather than the sorcerer's minions, this time someone I hadn't expected to see stood in the doorway.

Surprising, Ariel, the man remarked as he entered the cabin grinning. It was Lila, but she no longer resembled the reluctant friend I had seen before. Her eyes gleamed steely and focused.

"What are you doing here? " I insisted, walking between Alan and her.

Lila's demeanor softened for a minute. Here I am ready to assist. You correctly said. More is happening; I cannot stay away any more.

Footfall from the corridor echoed before I could reply. Our time was running short. Pulling a little gadget from her pocket, Lila touched a button. Sliding open a secret recess in the cabin wall revealed a cache of provisions and a key to an underground passage.

"This will lead us out safely," Lila said rapidly. "But we have to hurry."

We hurried quickly, collecting the tools and headed into the tunnel. The dark passageways were musty and tight, the walls chilly and damp. Lila led, her spotlight piercing the night.

"Why are you really here, Lila?" I asked, attempting to keep my voice calm in face of growing anxiety.

Lila turned back to me with a mixed-feeling gaze. "I have been trying to guard my family, but I understand I cannot do it by myself. There is more danger here; I must assist you to right things.

The tunnel whirled and turned, our footfall resounding in the small area. Lila briefed us on what she knew as we strolled. The sorcerer was only a member of a greater network of strong people trying to regulate old magic for their own needs. Lila said, "the sorcerer was just a pawn." "The real power resides in a secret council functioning in the background for millennia."

Elijah's gaze closed. "Do you know where we might get them?"

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Lila gave her a head shake. Not quite. I do have a contact though, who might be able to assist. We have to reach them before it is too late.

At last the tunnel brought us to an old, deserted warehouse on the outskirts of town. We came out into the low light of dawn, the first traces of daylight peeping through the broken windows. Though the location appeared abandoned, I knew better than to let my defenses down.

Elijah cautioned us to stay vigilant as we entered. "We have no idea what we are stepping into."

Piles of forgotten goods and dusty old containers crowded the warehouse. We proceeded slowly, our feet resonating over the large area. I looked about looking for any hint of danger.

Lila showed us to a little office tucked away at the rear of the warehouse. Her hands quivering slightly, she grabbed a phone inside and dialed a number.

"Hello??" Lila spoke into the receiver. "This is Lila. I rely on you. Right now we are at the Ridge Street warehouse.

A moment later, on the other end, a calm, authoritative voice answered. "I'll be there not too far off. Stay put and keep others out.

We waited nervously, the minutes dragging painfully by. My ideas were a tornado of concern mixed with hope. What if this contact could bring the solutions we required right here? Or would it be still another dead end?

I kept feeling as though we were under observation as we waited. With great awareness, I examined the shadows. Each of us engrossed in our thoughts and worries, the nearly intolerable strain in the room.

As I was ready to talk, footfall from the opposite side of the warehouse started to approach. Tensing, I was ready for another encounter. But instead of the sorcerer's servants, an older man with a dominating demeanor surfaced from the darkness.

"Lila," the man continued, his voice strong and deep. It's been a long time.

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Graham nodded, then looked around at the rest of us. "I grasp. I have years of following the council's actions. Should they be involved, we are dealing with something considerably more terrible than we could have ever dreamed. Reaching under his coat, he grabbed a pile of papers and laid them out on a table close by. Maps, graphs, and notes documenting the council's ideas crowded the documents.

"This is what I have been able to compile," Graham stated. "The council is organizing something significant from a secret stronghold. We have to get in and stop them before it is too late.

Elijah and I looked at one other. We had been hoping for this respite. Should we locate the stronghold and expose their strategies, we could be able to reverse the trend.

"We must move swiftly," Graham said. " Tonight is the next council meeting. Should we be able to breach their fortress and compile proof, we could be able to expose them and destroy their plans.

I turned back to Alan, still sleeping, as we got ready to depart. Marie had lingered at his side, her face tinged with both tiredness and hope.

We are not leaving him behind, I insisted forcefully. "We will figure out how to safeguard him and still finish this mission."

Graham nodded with a firm look. "We will do all we can. Still, we have to exercise caution. The council boasts eyes everywhere.

Driven with a fresh goal, we headed for the council's stronghold prepared to meet whatever obstacles stood ahead. Though the road was dangerous, our mutual objective to find the truth and defend people we loved-driven us.

The shadows of peril and treachery loomed huge as we got to the castle. But our will grew more robust with every stride. The echoes of the past had brought us here; now it was up to us to find the mysteries and fight for a future free from the gloom that had dogged us for so long.