Chapter 10: The Ritual

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Desperate for answers, Amara returns to the forest with her friends one night. Armed with the sword, she follows the figure deeper into the mist, each step feeling like a plunge into a hidden past. The fog thickens, swallowing their flashlight beams and silencing their footsteps. They reach a clearing where the air feels colder, heavier.

In the center, carved stones are arranged in a strange pattern, and at the heart of the circle, Amara sees her own reflection in the mist, only... it isn't her. It's the figure from her dreams, watching with hollow eyes.


Amara (terrified but defiant): "Who are you? Why are you haunting me?"

Shadow (voice like the wind): "I am your fear. Your darkest memory. I was born from the sorrow you carry and the love you lost."

Amara (shaken): "But I don't belong to you. I won't be consumed."

The shadow extends a hand, offering Amara a vision of her worst fears: her friends slipping away, losing herself to the darkness, and an eternity spent alone.

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