Farcastles

FARCASTLES: CHAPTER EIGHT – THE SHADOW ROAD

The road east of Daggerpoint didn’t appear on any map they carried. It was less a road and more a scar—a stretch of land where nothing grew straight and the dirt had forgotten how to rest. Trees on either side leaned away like they’d seen what came down it before.

No birds. No wind. Just the sound of boots on ground that didn’t want them.

Roots curled across the trail like veins. When Ern stepped on one, it pulsed faintly under his heel.

The five walked in silence. Smoke still clung to their clothes, and the weight of the map seemed heavier than it should have been. Ern felt it in every step, like each mile cost him more of the boy who had left the village with a tin cup and no idea what he was walking into.

Gellon was the first to speak.

“So. What do we call ourselves?”

Torv grunted. “Alive.”

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We always plan to attack the north in the southern castle. !attack north 🏴‍☠️🦁