Blood of Light and Shadow Part 2:Whispers in the Fog
They fled the ruined fortress at dawn.
Gray mist clung to the ancient pines.
Aldric rode beside Garrick in silence.
His obsidian amulet now hidden again.
But its heat lingered on his skin.
The Pontiff had ordered them to find the source.
A forgotten witch in the shadowed woods.
Garrick's green eyes flicked to him constantly.
"You fought like one possessed, brother."
Aldric forced a laugh.
"Only duty."
Inside, the whispers grew louder.
Flashes of dark memories not his own.
A woman with similar gray eyes.
Singing forbidden songs.
They reached the witch's glade at twilight.
She emerged from twisted roots.
Solitary, beautiful, with silver-streaked hair.
Her eyes held ancient pain.
"The knight carries twilight blood," she said softly.
Aldric drew his sword halfway.
Garrick stopped him.
She spoke of the Church's hidden sins.
Crusades that burned innocent villages.
Holy Knights executing their own for doubt.
Aldric's hand trembled on the hilt.
The amulet pulsed in rhythm with her words.
"Your father was no holy man," she revealed.
"He was of the Dark Clan."
Pontiff Lucius received the raven message in his cathedral.
His blue eyes narrowed.
He crushed the parchment.
"The blood awakens too soon."
His serene mask cracked further.
He needed the knight controlled.
Or eliminated.
Garrick pressed Aldric that night by the fire.
"What did she show you?"
Aldric lied.
But the inquisitor already suspected.
A dark tendril of fog curled around Aldric's boot.
It felt like an old friend.
The witch's warning echoed.
"The Light created its own enemy."
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Aldric stared into the flames.
If his blood was cursed... whose side was he truly on?
