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265. We Are the Saviors — To You
The small red-haired boy stood in the dim light of the room, his face pale with exhaustion, trembling with a strange, almost painful energy. He seemed to have lost all strength, yet somehow still held on. His thin body quivered uncontrollably, as if every nerve in his frame was on fire. He stared blankly ahead, his eyes wide, unblinking, as if frozen in shock.
"More?" came a small, faint voice from behind him.
The boy turned his head slowly, seeing only a tiny, red-haired girl with a frightened look on her face. She looked up at him, her small hands clutching her worn dress.
He nodded, voice cracking. "More... I have to go. I have to complete my task."
He didn’t wait for her reply. Without another word, he simply stepped forward, the air around him shuddering as he vanished from the spot—like a candle flame snuffed out.
The next moment, the boy arrived at the edge of the Black Forest, where the trees loomed tall and dark, their branches twisted like claws against the moonlit sky. The forest was silent, the air thick with old magic and hidden danger. The boy stood still, his breath shallow, his heart pounding.
He looked down at his hands, trembling. Then, slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, round stone. He held it up in the moonlight. It glowed faintly, pulsing with a soft red light.
"More," he whispered, voice barely audible. "More... I’ve earned it."
He didn’t wait. He pressed the stone to his chest and whispered a word—“Open.”
The stone cracked open like an egg, revealing a tiny, glowing core within. A soft voice echoed in his mind:
“More… You’ve found the key. More… You are free.”
He smiled faintly. "More... I’ve found it. I’m free."
He stepped forward into the forest, the stone now glowing brighter in his hand. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew one thing—he had to keep moving.
The girl watched him disappear into the shadows, her small hand gripping the edge of her dress. She whispered, "More... you’re not alone."
And somewhere in the forest, a small, red-haired boy walked forward, his footsteps silent on the moss-covered ground.
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The Forest’s Whisper
“More… You are not alone. More… You are free.”
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The boy walked on, his heart pounding, his breath shallow. He had no idea how long he had been walking, or how far he had come. But he felt something change inside him—a warmth spreading through his chest, like a fire that had been waiting to be lit.
He paused, listening. The forest was quiet, but he could hear it—the soft, distant hum of magic, like a song just beyond hearing.
He turned his head. In the distance, between the trees, he saw a faint, glowing light.
"More," he murmured. "More..."
He stepped forward again.
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The Light Beyond the Trees
“More… You are not alone.”
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Behind him, the red-haired girl stood motionless, her eyes fixed on the spot where the boy had vanished. Her small hand clenched tighter.
"More," she whispered. "More..."
She didn’t know why she said it. But she knew one thing—she had to believe it.
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The Forest’s Promise
“More… You are free.”
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The boy reached the clearing. The light grew brighter. In the center stood a stone archway, glowing with runes. He stepped through.
On the other side, a new world awaited.
And in the air, a voice—soft, ancient, and kind—whispered:
“More… You are not alone. More… You are free.”
The boy smiled.
For the first time in a long time, he felt hope.
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(End of Chapter)
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