The sun dipped low over the hills surrounding the village of Lynthe, its golden rays spilling over thatched roofs and fields of wildflowers. At the edge of the Darkthorn Forest, Isabella crouched, plucking herbs from the soft earth. Her woven basket brimmed with yarrow and marigold, the fruits of her day's work. The villagers avoided this boundary between the known and the unknown, but for Isabella, it was a source of quiet solace.
The forest was a place of mystery, its edges inviting and alive with the rustle of leaves and hum of insects. But deeper within lay shadows that few dared to approach. The villagers spoke of the beasts—cursed, monstrous beings that roamed the forest's heart. They told tales of glowing eyes and mournful howls, of those who entered and never returned. To Isabella, these stories were cautionary tales, warnings meant to keep people in line. Yet today, the forest felt different. There was a tension in the air, a hum beneath the usual sounds of nature.
A low breeze stirred the leaves, and Isabella paused, her fingers brushing against a stalk of yarrow. The faintest whisper seemed to carry on the wind, tugging at her thoughts. She shook her head and straightened, glancing at the horizon. The sun was sinking faster than she had realized, and the shadows stretched long and thin across the fields.
"Isabella!"
She turned at the sound of her name to see Greta, the baker's wife, standing a short distance away. Greta's face was lined with both age and the weariness of hard labor, her hands resting on her broad hips.
"What are you doing so close to the forest?" Greta demanded, her voice sharp but tinged with concern.
"Gathering herbs," Isabella replied, lifting her basket. "The best ones grow here."
Greta's expression darkened as her gaze flicked toward the forest. "You're too close. The stories may be old, but the beasts are no tale, girl. Don't tempt fate."
"I'll be fine," Isabella assured her, though the knot in her stomach tightened. "I'll be back before it gets dark."
Greta frowned but didn't press further. With a final warning glance, she turned and made her way back to the village. Isabella watched her go, then turned her attention to the forest. A part of her wanted to heed Greta's words and leave, but another part—the same part that had lingered by the forest's edge since she was a child—urged her to stay.
The dream from the previous night resurfaced in her mind. She had stood beneath ancient trees, their branches intertwined like the arms of giants. A silver light had bathed a clearing, and a cloaked figure had spoken to her, their voice soft yet commanding.
"Come to me," the figure had said. "Find the truth hidden in the shadows."
She had woken with the words echoing in her mind, unable to shake their hold on her. And now, as she stood at the edge of the forest, she felt the same pull. Her hand tightened around the handle of her basket as she took a hesitant step forward.
A low, mournful howl pierced the air, freezing her in place. It wasn't the cry of a wolf or any animal she recognized. It was deeper, more resonant, and filled with a sorrow that sent a shiver down her spine. Isabella turned toward the sound, her heart pounding. Against her better judgment, she stepped into the forest.
Into the Shadows
The transition was immediate. The warm light of the setting sun gave way to cool shadows, and the sounds of the village faded behind her. The trees grew taller and closer together, their gnarled roots twisting across the ground. Isabella's breaths came shallow and quick as she moved further in, her senses on high alert.
"Hello?" she called, her voice trembling. "Is someone there?"
For a moment, there was no response. Then, from the shadows ahead, a pair of eyes appeared. They glowed faintly, golden and unblinking, fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach twist. Isabella's feet refused to move as the figure stepped into view.
It was unlike anything she had ever seen. Towering and broad-shouldered, its body was covered in dark, glossy fur. Its limbs were powerful, ending in sharp claws that gleamed faintly in the dim light. Its face was both animalistic and human, with a long snout, sharp teeth, and eyes that held a strange, sorrowful intelligence.
"You should not be here," the creature said, its voice deep and resonant.
Isabella's heart hammered in her chest, but she forced herself to speak. "I heard you. Were you crying out? Are you... hurt?"
The creature tilted its head, its golden eyes narrowing. Then it let out a low, bitter laugh. "Hurt? That's one way to put it. But it's not the kind of hurt you can heal, girl."
Her fear wavered as curiosity took hold. "You don't know that," she said, surprising herself with her boldness. "Let me help you."
The creature stepped closer, and she had to tilt her head to meet its gaze. It loomed over her, its presence both terrifying and oddly compelling.
"Help me?" it said, a note of mockery in its tone. "Do you even know what I am?"
"A beast," Isabella said before she could stop herself. She immediately regretted the word, expecting it to lash out. But the creature only sighed, its shoulders slumping.
"Yes," it said softly. "A beast. That is what they call us."
"Us?" Isabella's eyes widened. "There are more of you?"
The creature's gaze shifted toward the deeper shadows. "Yes. And you would do well to stay away. My kind are not as... restrained as I am."
Her mind raced with questions, but the creature turned and began to retreat into the forest. "Wait!" she called. "Why are you here? What happened to you?"
It paused, looking back over its shoulder. "We are cursed," it said simply. "That is all you need to know."
"But why?" she pressed. "There has to be a reason."
The creature studied her for a long moment, then shook its head. "Leave this place. It is not safe for you." Without another word, it disappeared into the shadows, leaving Isabella alone.
The Warning
When Isabella returned to the village, the streets were quiet and the houses dark. She slipped into her small cottage, her mind heavy with thoughts. Who were the beasts? What had cursed them? And why did she feel as though her path was entwined with theirs?
That night, the dream came again. She stood beneath the ancient trees, the cloaked figure's voice resonating in her mind.
"The truth lies in the shadows. Seek it, or it will consume you."
Isabella woke with a start, her heart pounding. The words echoed in her mind, filling her with equal parts fear and determination. Something was waiting for her in the forest, and she could no longer ignore its call.