The night was thick with the weight of the day's discoveries. As David, Giorgi, and Ivane made their way back to camp, the firelight flickered, casting long shadows against the crumbling ruins that surrounded them. The air was crisp, the kind of cold that gnawed at their skin, and the silence between them was palpable, filled with the echoes of everything unsaid.
Ivane was the first to break the silence. His voice, low and steady, cut through the stillness. "We need to talk about what happened back there."
David, staring into the fire, didn't respond right away. His hand rested on his sword, fingers absently tracing its hilt. The vision from earlier still swirled in his mind—the figure in the storm, the overwhelming presence. He didn't know how to describe it, or even if he should.
Giorgi, leaning against a rock, rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for another serious conversation. "What's there to talk about? We found some creepy old ruins, you touched something you probably shouldn't have, and now we're back here. End of story."
Ivane shot him a look, but Giorgi just shrugged, not caring. It wasn't like they hadn't been through strange situations before. But this felt different, and Ivane wasn't about to let it slide.
"You felt it too, Giorgi. Don't pretend like it didn't affect you," Ivane said, his eyes narrowing. "That place was different. And whatever David saw... we need to understand it."
David finally looked up, his brow furrowed. "I don't know what I saw," he admitted, the frustration evident in his voice. "It was just... this figure. It was watching me. And the power—" He trailed off, shaking his head. "It was like nothing I've ever felt before. I don't even know if it was real."
Giorgi snorted, crossing his arms. "Sounds like a bad dream if you ask me."
Ivane ignored Giorgi and focused on David, his expression serious. "It wasn't just a dream. You said it yourself—everything here has a purpose. This place, the prophecy, the Builder... they're all connected somehow. You've been having these visions for weeks now. There's a reason for it."
David rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of Ivane's words. He knew Ivane was right, but the truth felt elusive, like trying to catch smoke in his hands. "I just don't understand what any of it means," he muttered.
"You're not supposed to understand everything right away," Ivane said quietly, his voice softer now. "But we can't ignore it. Whatever's coming, we need to be ready."
Giorgi stretched lazily, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Yeah, yeah, destiny and all that. Can we get some rest now? We've been marching through those ruins all day, and I'm exhausted."
Ivane shot Giorgi another look, but this time there was a faint smile on his lips. Despite everything, Giorgi's ability to lighten the mood—however unintentionally—was something they all relied on.
David allowed a small smile too, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "He's right about one thing," David said, glancing around at their makeshift camp. "We could all use some rest. We'll deal with whatever this is in the morning."
Ivane nodded in agreement, though his gaze lingered on David for a moment longer. It was clear he wasn't entirely satisfied, but he wasn't going to push the issue tonight. "Alright," Ivane said, standing up and brushing the dirt off his pants. "Let's get some sleep."
As they settled down for the night, the fire crackling softly beside them, David lay on his back, staring up at the sky. The stars twinkled above, indifferent to the turmoil brewing inside him. His mind wandered back to the figure in the storm—the way it had felt like it was waiting for him, watching him.
What are you? He thought, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword. But there was no answer, just the cold night air and the distant hoot of an owl.
The morning came too quickly. David woke to the smell of damp earth and the sound of birds chirping in the distance. His body ached from the previous day's trek, but there was no time to linger. They had a long journey ahead of them, and the ruins, despite their foreboding presence, were now behind them.
As they packed up their camp, Giorgi yawned dramatically, as though he hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep. "So, where to now?" he asked, his voice tinged with the kind of false enthusiasm that only Giorgi could muster.
Ivane ignored the sarcasm. "We head east," he said firmly, pulling out a map and pointing to a marked location. "There's a village near the edge of the forest. We'll regroup there, gather supplies, and try to learn more about these carvings."
David nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming—that whatever he had seen in the ruins was only the beginning. But for now, there was nothing to do but keep moving forward.
As they travelled, the landscape changed from the ancient, crumbling ruins to dense forests that stretched out in every direction. The towering trees loomed over them, their branches swaying gently in the wind. The air was thick with the smell of pine, and the sunlight dappled the forest floor in soft, golden patches.
It should have been peaceful, but there was a tension in the air—something none of them could shake.
Giorgi, never one for quiet reflection, broke the silence after an hour of walking. "So, what's the plan, then? We just keep chasing down these old ruins until we find something that makes sense."
Ivane didn't break stride. "We're gathering information, Giorgi. Every piece we find brings us closer to understanding the prophecy and what it means for us."
"Yeah, but what if we don't like the answer?" Giorgi shot back, his tone sharp.
David, who had been silent for most of the journey, finally spoke up. "What other choice do we have?"
Giorgi shrugged, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "I just don't want us walking into something we're not ready for."
Ivane glanced at Giorgi, his face unreadable. "We're never going to be ready," he said simply. "But we have to keep moving forward, or we'll never know."
David let out a long breath, his eyes scanning the trees as they passed. "Whatever's coming... we'll face it together."
For a moment, the weight of everything—the prophecy, the builder, the unknown future—pressed down on them all. But then Giorgi smirked, his usual lightheartedness returning. "Well, as long as I get to hit something along the way, I'm good."
Ivane chuckled, shaking his head. "You'll get your chance."
David smiled, though it was brief. The road ahead was long, and the darkness was closing in. But they weren't alone. And for now, that was enough.
The forest stretched out before them, vast and uncharted. And as they pressed on, David couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into something far greater than they could understand.