The legend of the sun-blessed child

Part I: Chapter II

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After a terrible shipwreck caused by a sea monster, Flynn is separated from Aby and awakens on a desolate shore. A mysterious red-haired woman's touch stirs him back to consciousness before she disappears. Alone and desperate to find Aby, Flynn encounters Olaf, a friendly snowman, who offers to guide him to a sage in the woods who might help him. Arriving at the sage's cave, Flynn meets Anna and Kristoff, who, with the sage's guidance, pledge to help him. Suddenly, a royal guard bursts into the cave, warning of an ambush. Kristoff and Flynn prepare to face this new threat, leaving Anna with the sage to ensure her safety.

The cold air struck Flynn and Kristoff as they emerged from the safety of the shaft. Snow fell steadily, the wind swirling it into thick clouds that obscured the forest beyond. It was quiet—too quiet. Only their footsteps broke the silence, and the occasional snap of a branch echoed in the cold air.

"We need to be ready," Kristoff muttered, his sharp eyes scanning the treeline.

Suddenly, a low growl broke the silence. Flynn's senses flared as he spun around, his eyes narrowing. From the darkness, twisted forms emerged—wolf-like beasts, their fur black as night, their eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. Their teeth bared in snarls, and their clawed feet left deep marks in the snow.

"There!" Kristoff pointed, his voice low but urgent.

Suddenly, a low growl broke the silence. Flynn's senses flared as he spun around, his eyes narrowing. From the darkness, twisted forms emerged—wolf-like beasts, their fur black as night, their eyes glowing with an unnatural red light. Their teeth bared in snarls, and their clawed feet left deep marks in the snow.

"They're several, as the soldier said," Flynn whispered, his body tensing. He could feel the power stirring within him, a warm glow building as the creatures advanced.

"Get ready," Kristoff muttered, drawing his sword. Flynn's hands tightened at his sides, his body tensing as the beasts closed in. He didn't need a weapon—his power was more than enough. A faint golden glow began to emanate from his hands, the magic stirring within him.

The pack didn't hesitate. In a blink, they lunged, their snarls tearing through the cold air. Kristoff's sword flashed as he swung at the nearest creature, cutting it down; Flynn ducked and weaved, his fists igniting with beams of golden light, striking back as the pack closed in around them. Kristoff swung his sword with precision, Flynn dodged a snapping maw, his fist glowing bright as he struck back, sending a beast flying with a powerful blast of light. But for every wolf they took down, more emerged from the darkness.

"We can't keep this up!" Kristoff shouted over the growls and snarls.

Just as it seemed they would be overwhelmed, an arrow whistled through the air, piercing a wolf mid-leap. Another followed, striking true, and the beast fell with a final snarl. Flynn and Kristoff turned to see a figure leaping down from the trees, moving with unnatural grace.

The newcomer wore a green tunic, his body lithe and agile as he moved through the snow. Fox-like ears twitched atop his head, and a tail flicked behind him as he fired another arrow with pinpoint accuracy. The stranger was tall and lean, with sharp, intelligent eyes. His movements were sleek, almost inhumanly graceful.