LOGINIn the Quiet
The music thumped in the background, shaking my body as I took a deep breath, forcing myself to regain control. Ingrid’s curious gaze made it hard to shake the tension in my shoulders, but I couldn’t let her see how rattled her brother was making me feel. I glanced back at Eirik, still caught up in laughter with his friends, and a wave of frustration washed over me. This was ridiculous—-this unshakable urge to intervene in something that was absolutely none of my business. I’ve got to get out of here and clear my head.
“Ingrid, I’m gonna head home.”
“What?? You just got here, stay, please?” She pouted.
“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m just not really in a party mood tonight. Next time though, okay?” I said, wrapping my arms around her.
Ingrid scoffed, but I saw the understanding in her green eyes. “Alright, but you better come to another party whenever you are feeling a little more sociable,” She teased, giving me a playful push.
I stepped back, offering a half-hearted smile as I made my way to the side gate. Each step felt like a release—the noise and chaos fading behind me into the night. Outside, the cool air hit my face, bringing me back to earth. I took a moment to breathe, hoping to shake off the frustration that clung to me like a second skin.
But as I stared up at the stairs leading back inside, a nagging feeling told me this was just the start of something that I would never be ready for.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and checked for messages. The streetlamps cast a warm glow on the pavement, and the cool breeze helped clear my head. Still, thoughts of Eirik—-and that bimbo—crept back in.
What was it about him that stirred something so deep inside me?
Just as I was about to decide to never speak to him again, footsteps echoed on the sidewalk behind me. I turned, half expecting Ingrid trying to convince me to come back, but it was Eirik–slightly out of breath and undeniably charming under the dim glow of the streetlamps.
“Saxa! Wait, just a second.” His voice held a hint of surprise.
My pulse quickened as he closed the distance, effortless confidence radiating from him. “I didn’t think you’d leave so soon,” he whispered. Running a hand through his dark hair, the movement accentuated the sharp likes of his jaw, and I swallowed hard..
My earlier annoyance flared up but was quickly replaced by an inexplicable curiosity, I was dying to see how his lips felt against mine. “Ingrid said you weren’t really feeling it?” He continued, gaze searching mine. “Is everything okay?”
His concern seemed genuine, and for a moment I was torn between spilling my guts and keeping my distance from a man I barely knew.
I hesitated, weighing my options. Part of me wanted to dismiss him, shrug off his concern. But there was something in those green eyes that made me pause.
“I’m— I’m fine. Just gonna head home.” I finally replied, voice softer than I intended. His expression shifted–confusion and curiosity mixing, the tension between us felt like a rubber band ready to snap.
“Do you mind if I walk you home?” he stepped closer, his presence both comforting and unsettling.
“I only live next door..” I whispered. Glancing back at the house, bass thumping and people milling about inside. “It’s just all a bit too much for me tonight,” I admitted, surprising myself.
Eirik’s smile appeared, soft and genuine. Maybe saying yes wouldn’t be so bad..
“I get it, sometimes it’s nice to just escape all the noise.”
He took another step, and I felt the warmth radiate off him–so different from the chill in the night air.
“Let’s get going then, I promise I won’t be too much of a distraction.”
His teasing tone lightened the mood, and I chuckled softly despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
“Maybe I’ll hold you to that,” I said, glancing up at him.
The way he looked at me —like I was more than just a face in the crowd—made my heart race. We started walking, the laughter and music fading behind us, the quiet settling in around us. With every step, the tension eased, replaced by a curiosity I couldn’t shake. What was it about him that drew me in?
At my front door, I hesitated, fingers playing with my keys.
I looked up at him, uncertainty swirling in my mind. What are the rules here? I can’t really just invite him in, Gran’s room was right off the kitchen..
“Well, saxa. Thank you for coming tonight. I’m sorry you didn’t have a good time…” his voice was low, sincere and it made my heart flutter unexpectedly.
“It wasn’t all bad,” I replied, trying to keep things light, but the weight of the moment pressed in around us. “I mean, it’s not every day you meet a bunch of new, interesting people.”
I caught a flicker of surprise in his eyes and wondered if I’d crossed an unspoken line. Before I could second guess myself, I added, "I just need to figure out how I fit into all of this.”
The charged silence between us held something unspoken—as if the night itself was waiting. “Well, I did want to say welcome to our little town. I know moving so far from home can be challenging. Just know Ingrid and I are here for you, and for you Gran… whatever you need.”
“I- thank you Eirik, that really means a lot.. I guess you got a lot of information from Ingrid, huh?” I whispered, warmth spreading through me again. It’s just nice to know there are friendly faces here. I guess I just need to take it one day at a time.”
He nodded, his expression softening."Absolutely. And if you ever need someone to show you around, or just to talk—I’m only a call away.” His hand reached up, tucking my hair behind my ear with gentle care.
“Goodnight, Eirik,” I whispered, unlocking my door and stepping inside.
“Sweet dreams, Saxa,” he said, his voice lingering in my ears long after the door closed behind me. I leaned against it, heart pounding in my ears. The warmth of his touch tingled on my skin
Beneath the MountainSaxaSomething beneath us wakes.Not metaphorically, not emotionally, not in some distant magical shift humming quietly through the system.Something real.The moment the convergence locks into place between Elias and I, the entire valley reacts like a living thing inhaling for the first time in centuries.The threads pulse again, just once.Hard.Every glowing line beneath the snow flashes blinding white, racing through the forest and into the mountain faster than lightning.And then—Everything stops.No tremors.No roaring.No movement.Silence crashes over the clearing so suddenly it makes my ears ring.Every creature freezes, every wolf, every thread.The entire world holds still. Beside me Elias goes rigid, his fingers tightening painfully around mine. His pupils blow wide as the glyph beneath his skin begins to burn brighter than I’ve ever seen it.“Saxa,” he whispers.But his voice sounds wrong. Distant.Like he’s hearing something I can’t.The mountain a
The Valley ChangesSaxaNo one moves after the creature speaks.The valley seems to freeze around us. Snow drifts slowly through the clearing, glowing faintly silver where the threads burn beneath the ground.The malformed wolf lies motionless at the creature's feet, his breath ragged but growing more steady.Alive.That should feel like a relief, but it doesn’t.Because the thing kneeling beside him just fixed something none of us understood.And it did effortlessly.Eirik steps forward carefully. Every muscle in his body is tense.Protective.Ready to kill if he has to.The creature turns its silver eyes toward him.Not hostile.Just watching.Learning. The threads around its hands dim slowly.Gran drops beside the injured wolf immediately, her hands trembling as she checks his pulse.“He’s stable,” she whispers.Ingrid stares at the creature. “You just… healed him?”The creature tilts its head slightly.“he … tearing.”Its voice sounds smoother now.Less broken.Like every word tea
The Ones Who WonderSaxaThe creatures don’t stop at the ridge, that’s the first thing that goes wrong.The second is the wolves.Because the moment the boundary pulses again, every wolf in the clearing reacts.Not together, differently.Tobin doubles over first. A sharp curse tears from his throat as he grabs the side of his head. Two others behind him stumble backward violently, claws ripping halfway through their fingertips before snapping back.Ingrid’s eyes widen. “What the hell?”Another pulse rolls through the valley, the threads flare yet again. And somewhere deeper in the forest—Wolves start howling.Not one.Not two.But dozens.My stomach drops. Eirik hears it too, his head jerking to the treeline instantly.“That’s not patrol.”“No,” Kaia says quietly. Her eyes remaining fixed on the mountain, “it’s spreading.”The words settle cold in my chest, because I can feel it now. The system isn’t centered in the clearing anymore.The threads are moving outward, through the valley,
The Boundary that BreaksSaxaThe mountain stops waiting, the moment the thought finishes forming in my mind—The heart pulses again.Hard.The shockwave rolls through the valley like thunder trapped under stone. Snow bursts from the ridge in glittering clouds. The threads beneath the clearing flare so bright the ground looks like it’s made of fractured starlight.Elias gasps, “Okay, yeah, that might be worse.”The glyph beneath his shirt begins burning again, not violently like before. But just as intense. Ike the system just grabbed hold of him and refused to let go. Gran tightens her grip on his shoulder. “You cannot keep channeling this much power.”Elias lets out a strained laugh. “Pretty sure the mountain isn’t asking for my permission.”The creatures on the ridge begin moving again, but differently this time. Not all toward the heart.Some stop, turn.Looking back towards the clearing, toward me.The threads react instantly.Every glowing strand connected to those creatures tig
The Heart's CommandSaxaThe pull becomes unbearable. Not immediately, not violently, it just builds like a tide dragging everything in the valley slowly toward the same point.The mountain, the threads tightening beneath the snow, glowing lines stretching toward the ridge like veins leading back to a single beating heart.Elias stumbles beside me. “Okay—yeah—I’m definitely feeling that now.”His voice is strained but steadier than it was earlier, the glyph beneath his shirt burns a bright silver, but it’s not tearing him apart anymore. It’s guiding him.Gran notices immediately, “that’s wrong.”Kaia’s gaze flicks toward Elias, “no.” she whispers. “It’s functioning.”Gran whips her head sharply, “functioning?”Kaia gestures toward the ridge where the light continues to pour from the split seam in the mountain. “The system is trying to complete its alignment.”The threads pulse around us again, harder.The pull inside my chest begins to sharpen as my breath catches. I can feel the direc
The Pull of the HeartSaxaThe mountain eventually stops roaring.That is somehow worse.The sudden silence spreads across the valley like a held breath, the kind that comes just before something breaks.The threads beneath the snow tighten.All of them.Not violently.Not chaotically.Deliberately.Like something enormous just wrapped its fingers around every line of power running through the valley.Elias inhales sharply beside me.“…that’s new.”The glyph beneath his shirt pulses again, brighter than before but steadier than it had been when the system was tearing him apart.This time the light doesn’t flare outward.It pulls.The threads react instantly.Every glowing strand shifts direction.Toward the mountain.The creatures standing in the clearing feel it too.The seven that turned toward me stiffen, their silver eyes snapping toward the ridge as the pull tightens through the system.The others—those already walking toward the mountain—don’t hesitate.They begin moving faster.
SaxaThe evening air was cool as I stepped outside, the sky painted with streaks of pink and orange as the day faded into twilight, gran had gone to bed early leaving me alone with my thoughts. And a strange restless energy that I couldn’t seem to shake. It had been a whole day, a whole day of unan
The TruthSaxaThe sun was dipping below the hills, painting the sky in beautiful streaks of gold and purple. I sat on my balcony, fingers tracing the rough wood, trying to make sense of the day—Eirik’s warning, Gran’s words, the strange weight I’d been carrying since I’d arrived here. Gran appeared
SaxaThe hot sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting long, slanted shadows across the floor as I gathered my books. The second class of the day had dragged on, but my mind had also been elsewhere, drifting beyond the lessons our teacher droned on about. When the bell finally rang, releas
Push and Pull SaxaThe sun was still low when I woke, its pale light spilling through the curtains and dancing softly on my hardwood floor. The scent of pancakes drifted up from the kitchen, mingling with fresh coffee—a familiar comfort that always settled my nerves, if only briefly.Today was the







