Chapter Three: Whispers of the Ancients
The forest seemed more alive than ever, as though it had heard Artemis’s warning and now braced itself for the unknown. Robin stood before the celestial gateway, his mind racing with questions. If even the gods didn’t fully understand its purpose, what chance did mortals like him have?
Back at the camp, the atmosphere was tense. News of the gateway had spread quickly among the demigods, and while some whispered excitedly about its potential, others feared what it might bring. Robin knew he needed answers before fear turned into panic.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp, Robin called a meeting of his most trusted allies: Marian, Little John, and a few of the older demigods who had proven themselves in battle. They gathered around the central fire, their faces illuminated by its warm glow.
“We can’t ignore what’s happening,” Robin began, his voice steady but urgent. “The gateway is a sign—of what, I don’t know. But Artemis herself said it was older than the gods. That means it could be dangerous, not just to us but to the entire forest.”
Marian frowned, her dark eyes fixed on him. “Do you think it’s a trap? Or maybe a challenge, like the trials the gods put their heroes through?”
“Maybe,” Robin admitted. “But if it’s a challenge, it’s one we’re not prepared for. I need to understand what we’re dealing with.”
Little John, ever the skeptic, crossed his arms. “And how exactly do you plan to do that? It’s not like you can just walk through and hope for the best.”
Robin hesitated, glancing toward the edge of the camp where the gateway’s faint glow was visible through the trees. “I’m not sure yet. But I have a feeling the forest knows more than it’s letting on.”
Marian raised an eyebrow. “The forest?”
Robin nodded. “This place has protected us for years, provided for us, even hidden us from the eyes of the gods when it needed to. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the gateway appeared here. The forest has a connection to it—I can feel it.”
The group fell silent, the crackling of the fire filling the air. Finally, Marian spoke. “If you’re right, then we need to listen. But how do we even begin to understand something so ancient?”
Robin’s gaze hardened with resolve. “We start by asking the only ones who might know the answers.”
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The Call of the Forest
That night, as the camp settled into an uneasy sleep, Robin ventured into the heart of Sherwood alone. He carried only his bow and a small satchel of provisions, his senses attuned to every sound around him. The deeper he went, the more the forest seemed to change. The air grew cooler, the trees older and taller, their branches twisting together like the arms of ancient giants.
After what felt like hours, he arrived at the glade he had been searching for—a secluded clearing bathed in moonlight. In its center stood a massive oak tree, its trunk wide enough to rival a small house. This was the oldest tree in Sherwood, a silent witness to countless generations. Robin approached it with reverence, placing a hand on its rough bark.
“I know you’re listening,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve protected us, guided us, even fought for us. Now I need your help again. Tell me what you know about the gateway.”
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble, and the air around him grew thick with energy. A faint green light emanated from the oak’s bark, spreading outward like veins of fire. Robin stepped back as the light coalesced into a shape—a figure made of leaves and vines, with eyes that glowed like emeralds.
It was the spirit of the forest.
“You seek answers, child of man,” the spirit said, its voice deep and resonant, like the rustling of countless leaves. “The gateway is a wound in the fabric of the world, a bridge between realms that should remain separate.”
Robin’s heart raced. “What caused it to appear? And why here, in Sherwood?”
The spirit’s eyes flickered. “The gateway is older than the gods, forged in the time before their reign. It has slumbered for eons, hidden from mortal and divine eyes alike. But now, something stirs—an ancient power that seeks to return to this world. The gateway is its herald.”
Robin’s grip tightened on his bow. “And what does this power want?”
“To reclaim what was lost,” the spirit replied. “To reshape the world in its image. But it cannot cross the gateway alone. It needs a vessel—a mortal to carry its essence.”
Robin’s blood ran cold. “A vessel? You mean… it could possess someone?”
“Yes,” the spirit said gravely. “And if it does, not even the gods will be able to stop it.”
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A New Threat
Robin returned to the camp at dawn, his mind heavy with the weight of what he had learned. He gathered his allies once more and shared the forest spirit’s warning. The news was met with a mixture of fear and determination.
“We can’t let this thing cross into our world,” Marian said firmly. “If it needs a vessel, then we have to make sure it never finds one.”
“But how do we stop it?” Little John asked. “We don’t even know what we’re dealing with.”
Robin glanced toward the glowing gateway in the distance. “We start by guarding the gateway. No one goes near it without my permission. And we keep an eye on everyone in the camp. If this thing needs a mortal, it’ll look for someone vulnerable. We can’t let that happen.”
As the camp sprang into action, Robin couldn’t shake the feeling that they were already running out of time. The gateway’s glow seemed brighter now, its light pulsing like a heartbeat. Whatever was on the other side, it was getting closer.
And Robin knew that when it arrived, Sherwood Forest would become the first battleground in a war older than time itself.
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