4 days... 4 days had passed. And it showed. Dawn was sat on a stone, her spear leaned over her shoulder as she ripped a plate from a half destroyed Raptor on the floor in front of her. Taking out the energy phials, and placing one into her pistol to use as ammunition.
She looked greatly different from before. With her hair a wild mess, her cloths were made of fiber mesh that she had cut from different mechs she had managed to take down. Mostly that of Raptors, by laying in wait and ambushing them.
Her waist was adorned by a few different pieces of equipment that she had managed to craft with parts, the most notable of them was the Energy Pulse Emitter. Something she had used to great effect. While it was unable to beat the mechs single handedly, it disorientated and confused them, often letting her stab at the soft spots with relative ease.
Her days had become a blur of skirmishes, scavenging, and surviving. The forest had shown her its secrets, and she had learned to read the signs of approaching danger. A rustling in the underbrush, the faint hum of a machine - Dawn was constantly on alert, her senses sharpened by necessity.
While she had managed to turn some of the forest's dangers to her advantage, she was aware of her own weariness. Every battle took its toll, both on her body and her spirit. The nights were the hardest. Without Twilight by her side, the shadows played tricks on her mind, and she often woke up in a cold sweat, gripping her spear tightly.
Yet, as each day passed, she also found herself marveling at the innate resilience of the human spirit. Despite everything, she pressed on, finding pockets of beauty amidst the chaos. Whether it was the dew-kissed petals of a rare flower or the song of a bird high up in the trees, nature offered her small solaces.
One evening, as she set up a makeshift camp in a clearing, she heard a soft rustling nearby. Turning quickly, spear at the ready, she saw a pair of curious eyes peeking through the underbrush. It wasn't a mech, but a wild creature, perhaps as wary of her as she was of it.
The creature, a sleek and agile-looking feline with shimmering fur that seemed to shift in hue with the play of light, stepped forward cautiously. Dawn lowered her weapon, her heart strangely calm. She realized it was a Forest Mirage, a creature she had only heard of in tales. Legends said they could blend seamlessly with their surroundings, making them almost invisible to the naked eye.
Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a piece of metal she had salvaged from a Raptor. It wasn't food, but the Mirage seemed intrigued, tilting its head as it approached her cautiously. She extended her hand, letting it sniff the piece before gently placing it on the ground. The feline examined it, then looked up at her with a mix of curiosity and understanding.
The Forest Mirage, sensing no threat, began to purr softly, circling Dawn and brushing its body against her legs. It was a fleeting moment of connection, but it was enough. For the first time in days, Dawn felt a genuine smile stretch across her face.
That night, with the Forest Mirage nestled by her side, Dawn felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the small fire she had lit. In this treacherous land, she had found an ally, however unexpected.
The next morning, as the first rays of sun pierced the canopy, Dawn set out once again, with renewed vigor and a silent companion by her side. Her journey was far from over, but every step felt a little lighter, knowing she wasn't entirely alone.
Given the creature's ability to vanish and reappear, seamlessly blending with the forest, Dawn decides to name it "Whisper." The name represents the Mirage's silent, fleeting nature, and the gentle, almost unheard sounds of the forest it embodies. Although she wasn't sure how long it intended to follow her. Giving it a name felt right.
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As the two moved through the forest, the woods slowly started to get thinner. The trees no longer the size of buildings, and the gaps between them filled with roots, creating a bumpy wooden floor.
Although they still had a long distance left to cover if they wished to leave the forest entirely.
The journey had taken a toll on Dawn, and the weight of loneliness coupled with her physical exhaustion began to bear down on her. Every step became an effort, and the dense trees seemed to close in, casting eerie shadows as daylight began to wane.
As they ventured deeper, Dawn felt a change in the air. The atmosphere grew heavy and a subtle vibration hummed underfoot. It was almost imperceptible, but the Forest Mirage, attuned to the nuances of the forest, sensed it immediately. Whisper, as Dawn had come to call it, became visibly restless, its ears pricking up and tail twitching.
They reached a clearing where the remnants of an ancient stone circle stood. The stones were massive, weathered by time, and covered in moss and lichen. In the center lay a large, flat stone platform, worn smooth over millennia. As Dawn approached, the humming grew louder, almost beckoning.
Curiosity pulling her forward, she stepped onto the platform. The moment her foot touched the stone, a brilliant light shot up from the circle's center, enveloping her. The hum became a loud, resonating tone that vibrated through her very bones.
Whisper, alarmed, let out a sharp, distressed cry and recoiled from the light. It circled the perimeter, its shimmering fur on end, eyes wide with a mix of fear and concern.
Inside the luminescent column, Dawn felt suspended in time. Her weariness momentarily forgotten, she was surrounded by an orchestra of whispers – voices from ages past. They spoke of ancient guardians, of powerful energies locked within the stones, and of the balance between the mechanical world and the natural one.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the light receded, leaving Dawn standing, slightly disoriented, in the center of the stone circle. But she wasn't alone. Hovering before her was a translucent figure, a guardian spirit of the forest, its form constantly shifting like a dance of smoke and light.
"You tread upon sacred ground," it intoned, its voice echoing like a distant wind. "You carry with you both the weight of machines and the spirit of the land."
Before Dawn could respond, the guardian continued, "Your companion, the Forest Mirage, is bound to the rhythms of this place. A disturbance is coming, and it must go where it is needed most."
As the guardian spoke, Whisper approached Dawn one last time, nuzzling her hand and purring softly. The connection between them, although short-lived, had been deep. But Dawn understood. She nodded at the feline, tears glistening in her eyes. "Go, protect the forest," she whispered.
With one last glance, Whisper bounded away, disappearing seamlessly into the dense undergrowth.
The guardian's form began to dissipate, as Dawn heard the chime of the system trying to notify her of something. However, after the rapid visions and saying goodbye to Whisper. Her vision going dark as she fell, exhaustion both physical and mental catching up to her. Leaving her laying in the middle of the stone circle.
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Slowly stirring with a groan, Dawn propped her hands under herself. Lifting her upper body off the floor as she transitioned into a sitting position. One hand clutching at her head at the disorientation and pain that filled it, slowly fading.
As she looked up, the first thing that greeted her was a message.
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Taking a moment to read over the skill, she dismisses the window with a wave of her hand.
Although she felt refreshed. There was some worry in the back of her mind about how lucky she was that she wasn't found by anything while she was defenseless.
Looking at the surroundings, Dawn judged that it was early night. Meaning she had only been asleep for a short time. Or had spent around 24 hours laid on the stone.
Pushing herself to her feet. She wobbled slightly, her body full of energy, making her feel that the latter was probably correct. A blessing and a curse, she could get so much rest. For there were still Venin operatives somewhere around. And although she had yet to see any traces of them. That didn't eliminate the possibility that they were tracking her.
As such, despite the low levels of light. She continued pushing forwards, everything else could wait. For the time being, getting to the underground city of Nexhaven was all that mattered. To avoid Venin, be able to slowly grow at her own pace, that wasn't always surrounded on all sides by danger. And to be able to take a proper bath, Dawn frowned. Missing some of the basic living standards she had taken for granted.