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Hollow and hexborn

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In a world where magic is as dangerous as the men who wield it, Havyn, a human-born shape-shifting druid, and Selene, a dark elf warlock bound by blood and shadow, claw their way through the ruins of their shattered childhoods. Both survivors of cruelty and loss, they are thrown together by fate and the unrelenting hunt of slavers, mercenaries, and darker forces lurking in the wilds. Once innocent children, now something else entirely, they navigate a brutal world where power is earned in blood. Havyn, marked by an ancient connection to the Wild, struggles to control the primal force awakening inside him. Selene, a girl born into chains, carries secrets of her own—a magic both feared and hunted, whispering promises of vengeance.
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Chapter 1 - 1-The Cursed Children...

The sky above Blackthorn Hollow burned

crimson as the sun dipped beneath

jagged peaks, casting long, twisted

shadows across the ruins of a forgotten

world. Smoke coiled from the smoldering

wreckage of a village-his village. BIood

dripped from the tips of young Havyn's

fingers, though he wasn't sure whether it

was his or another's. His bare chest rose

and fell with ragged breaths as he stood

amid the corpses of his kin, his emerald

eyes reflecting only carnage.

The once-thriving village, home to

farmers and hunters, was now little more

than a graveyard of broken bodies and

shattered dreams. Wooden huts lay in

ruins, their thatched roofs turned to ash,

embers still flickering in the wind. The

scent of burning flesh choked the air.

crows had already begun to circle, their

black wings gliding silently over the

battlefield, eager for the feast.

A hand gripped his wrist-small, cold,

trembling.

He turned, his gaze locking onto the

girl's. Midnight skin, like polished

obsidian, streaked with grime and dried

blood. Her silver eyes held no tears, only

a hollow acceptance of the nightmare

they now shared. Her dress-if it could

even be called that-was nothing more

than tattered scraps, a slave's garb,

exposing the deep bruises along her

arms and shoulders. The mark of

ownership was burned into her skin, a

sigil etched in cruel fire just above her

wrist.

"What's your name?" His voice was

hoarse, barely audible over the distant

howls of approaching hunters.

She hesitated, glancing at the sigil. As if

its presence had stolen her identity.

"Selene," she whispered.

A shriek tore through the valley. The

sound of someone dying. Someone they

might have known.

Selene flinched. Havyn did not.

He had nothing left here.

"They're coming" she murmured.

The howls in the distance grew louder,

no longer merely the sound of wolves,

but something far worse. The guttural

snarls of men who had shed their

humanity long ago. Blood-drunk raiders,

hunters of flesh and bone, the very

beasts who had torn apart this village in

search of slaves and sport.

Havyn tightened his grip on Selene's

wrist. "We run."

She hesitated for only a moment before

nodding.

They sprinted toward the tree line,

toward the ancient woods that had once

been forbidden to enter. His father used

to warn him about these lands, about the

spirits that roamed beneath its darkened

canopy. Now, that didn't matter.

Nothing mattered except survival.

The ground was uneven beneath their

feet, roots and rocks threaten ing to trip

them, but Havyn barely noticed. His body

was raw with exhaustion, his muscles

screaming for rest, yet he pushed

forward. Selene's smaller frame

struggled to keep up, her breath coming

in sharp gasps, but she didn't complain.

She didn't beg him to slow.

Behind them, the torches of the raiders

flickered through the ruins. Their voices

carried through the night-gruff, eager,

hungry.

"They ran that way!"

"Find them! The Lord pays double for the

young ones!"

Havyn's heart pounded as he yanked

Selene forward, deeper into the

underbrush.

Darkness swallowed them whole.

-Location-The Blackthorn Wilds

The forest was alive with whispers.

Ancient trees loomed overhead, their

twisted branches clawing at the sky,

blotting out the moonlight. Fog curled

around their ankles like grasping fingers.

The scent of damp earth and rotting

leaves clung to the air, thick and

suffocating. In the distance, owls

hooted, and unseen creatures rustled

through the undergrowth.

Selene stumbled. Havyn caught he

before she hit the ground, his fingers

digging into her arm.

"Keep moving" he ordered, voice sharper

than he intended.

She nodded, swallowing hard, and forced

herself forward.

The raiders had no fear of the forest.

They followed without hesitation, their

torchlight flickering in the distance.

"Do you know where you're going?"

Selene asked between ragged breaths.

"No."

She didn't argue.

A branch snapped behind them. Too

close.

Havyn whipped around, pressing Selene

against the base of a gnarled tree, one

hand over her mouth.

Torchlight flickered through the fog. The

Scent of sweat and steel reached his

nose. The raiders were near.

A deep voice rumbled through the trees.

"Come out, little ones. You can't run

forever."

Another man chuckled darkly. "You're

only making it worse for yourselves. The

Lord will still take you in chains. Or in

pieces."

Selene trembled against him, but she

made no sound.

Havyn's mind raced. He couldn't fight

them, not like this-not as a boy with

nothing but his bare hands. But the

forest.. the forest had power. His father

had told him so.

His fingers dug into the damp soil. He

could feel something beneath it,

something ancient, slumbering.

Wake up, he willed.

A whisper. A shiver in the wind.

Then, the roots moved.

The ground beneath the raiders shifted.

Vines, thick as a man's wrist, erupted

from the earth, twisting around their

legs. One of them cursed, slashing at the

tendrils with his blade, but more came,

tightening. pulling.

"What the hell-?!"

A sharp crack. A scream.

One of the men disappeared into the

undergrowth, his body yanked into the

darkness by something unsseen

The others panicked.

"Magic! He's a godsdamned witch-"

Before they could run, the earth

swallowed them.

Silence.

Selene's breath was shaky against

Havyn's palm. Slowly, he removed his

hand.

"You.." She swallowed. "You did that?"

Havyn stared at his hands. They were

shaking.

He hadn't meant to. It had just..

happened.

The power inside him was wild, untamed,

like a beast clawing to be let free.

"We need to go" he said, his voice

hollow.

Selene nodded, but her silver eyes

lingered on him, something unreadable

flickering behind them.

They stepped over the bodies, the vines

already retracting, leaving no trace

what had happened.

Havyn didn't look back.

They didn't stop until the torches were

long behind them, until the forest

became silent once more.

Selene was the first to break the quiet.

"Where will you go?"

He hesitated. "I dont' know."

She was quiet for a long moment. Then:

"Take me with you."

He turned to her. "Why?"

She lifted her wrist, showing the brand.

"Because if I go alone, they'll find me

again. They'll put me back in chains." Her

voice hardened. "l won't let that happen."

Havyn studied her. Small, frail, but

something burned beneath the surface-

something dangerous.

He understood that feeling well.

He nodded. "Then we stay together."

Selene exhaled, as if she had been

holding her breath.

A pact, unspoken yet binding.

They were both broken. But together,

perhaps they could be something else.