DanielVane
Dear Readers and Friends, this is a short story
Ion entered the forest believing he was the hunter.
With bow in hand and the quiet patience of a practiced archer, he follows the fresh tracks of a deer through the silent woods. The trail is clear, the air still, and the prey close.
But the forest feels wrong.
The animals do not flee.
The earth remembers the deer's footsteps - but not his.
And with every step Ion takes, a shadow moves with him.
Something in the woods is watching the hunt unfold with quiet certainty.
Because Ion is not the only one following the trail.
And some paths were never meant to lead back out of the forest.