LOGINBeneath 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.
The Thing Inside *present*SaxaThe fire had long since burned down to coals, casting soft flickers against the porch rails and painting everything around in a golden shadow. I sat with my knees pulled to my chest, wrapped up in Eirik’s jacket, pretending like I wasn’t hyperaware of the way my shoul
Before*Eira-seventeen years ago*The moon is high—bloated and pale, casting a cold silver glow over the forest floor. Wind rushed through the tall trees, whispering in tongues that only the old magic could remember.So I run.Not from fear—but towards something. I’m not exactly sure what it was, on
ShadowboundSaxaThe next morning feels like walking through mist—nothing felt solid beneath my feet. I could still feel the echo of last night's ‘dream.’ Gran always calls them visions, but whatever the hell it was I could still feel the power humming like a phantom along my skin. And worse, I coul
The Scent of StormsSaxaThe smell of everything is too much, overwhelming almost. By the time I reached the school I was white knuckling the bathroom sink, breathing through my mouth like a gaping fish. Soaps, perfumes, someone’s too strong cologne.My senses were in overdrive—almost violent.What







