Ma Moitie

Chapter 36

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 Whispers of the Dying Flame

The crackling bonfire cast dancing shadows on the faces gathered around it.  A pair of crimson eyes, intense and watchful, belonged to the goddess, her gaze fixed on the silver-haired man, Taehyung, who sat lost in his own world.  The flames licked at the surrounding woods, mirroring the turmoil within Taehyung's heart.

He traced the faded, ancient runes etched into his arms, remnants of battles fought under the pale light of the Silver Moon.

  These marks, once vibrant symbols of his power, were now ghostly whispers of a fading strength.

Taehyung sighed, the sound barely audible above the crackling fire.  He hadn't noticed the goddess approach, her presence as comforting as the warmth of the flames.  Her arms gently encircled him, a comforting cage that held him close.

"Something troubles you, my dear," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled mind.  "Tell your godparent what weighs on your heart."

He leaned into her warmth, finding solace in her embrace. She had been a mother to him, a guiding light in the darkness, and her presence was a lifeline in his current despair.

"The marks… they're fading," he confessed, his voice laced with worry.

"And with them, my strength ebbs away. I can barely connect with my wolf.  What am I going to do?"  Panic edged his tone, a stark contrast to the usual calm he projected. 

The impending war loomed large in his mind, a bloody conflict he feared he wouldn't be strong enough to face.

"I don't want to be a burden," he continued, his gaze meeting the goddess's worried eyes.

"But no matter how hard I try to regain my strength, I only lose more.  It's like… like my very essence is fading away."

He paused, his breath catching in his throat.  The weight of his fear was palpable.

"And now, with the war mere weeks—perhaps days—away, I can barely feel my wolf's presence. It's as if he's shut me out, leaving me weak and vulnerable.  I feel… useless. How can I possibly help in this fight?"

Taehyung's voice cracked, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air.  The goddess held him tighter, her silent reassurance a beacon in his growing despair. 

The flames danced, their flickering light reflecting the uncertainty in their eyes.  The weight of the coming war, and Taehyung's fading strength, pressed down on them both.

The goddess stroked his hair, her touch gentle and reassuring. "We will face this together, Taehyung. We will find a way."  She paused, her gaze searching his.

"Tell me everything.  Leave nothing unsaid."

Taehyung, taking a deep breath, began to recount the events that had led to his weakening, the battles fought, the sacrifices made, and the growing sense of dread that threatened to consume him. 

He spoke of the strange dreams he'd been having, dreams filled with cryptic symbols and warnings of a looming darkness.  He spoke of the whispers he heard in the wind, voices that spoke of betrayal and impending doom.

The goddess listened patiently, her emerald eyes never leaving his face.  When he finished, she remained silent for a long moment, her thoughts seemingly far away. 

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and grave.

"This is more than just a fading of your power, Taehyung. This is a curse, a dark magic woven into the very fabric of your being.  We must find a way to break it, before it's too late."