Moonlit Prophecy: A Witchs Curse A Wolfs Redemption

Chapter 100



Chapter 9: Betrayal in the Ranks

The torchlit corridors of Dragon’s Bane Keep echoed with Aria’s footsteps as she made her way to the weekly strategy meeting. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days – the prophecy, her deepening connection with Drakon, and Liam’s unexpected acceptance of their alliance. As she approached the war room, a hushed conversation caught her attention.

“The shipment will arrive at midnight,” a familiar voice whispered. “Make sure the eastern gate is unguarded.”

Aria froze, her blood running cold. That was Garrick’s voice – her mentor, the man she had looked up to for years. But what shipment was he talking about? And why would he want a gate left unguarded?

“And the payment?” another voice replied – one Aria didn’t recognize.

“Half now, half upon delivery,” Garrick answered. “Remember, discretion is paramount. If anyone suspects_”

Aria’s foot scuffed against the stone floor, sending a small pebble skittering. The conversation abruptly ceased. Heart pounding, she quickly composed herself and rounded the corner as if she’d just arrived.

“Ah, Nightshade,” Garrick greeted her, his face a mask of normalcy. “Right on time. Shall we?”

As they entered the war room, Aria’s mind raced. What had she just overheard? Could Garrick, of all people, be involved in something underhanded? She took her usual seat at the long oak table, hyperaware of every movement and glance around her.

Lord Commander Viktor Ironheart called the meeting to order, his booming voice filling the chamber. “Reports from our outer patrols indicate increased dragon activity to the north. We need to adjust our defensive strategies accordingly.”

As the discussion unfolded, Aria found it increasingly difficult to focus. Her eyes kept darting to Garrick, searching for any sign of the duplicity she’d overheard. But her mentor’s face remained impassive, offering suggestions and insights with his usual gruff efficiency.

“Nightshade,” Viktor’s voice cut through her thoughts. “You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. Any insights to share from your recent patrols?”

Aria straightened, acutely aware of all eyes on her. This was her chance to voice her suspicions, to bring Garrick’s mysterious dealings to light. But doubt gnawed at her. What if she had misunderstood? What if there was a reasonable explanation?

“I… I’ve noticed some unusual patterns in dragon flight paths,” she said instead, drawing on her recent observations with Drakon. “It’s as if they’re avoiding certain areas altogether. I think it’s worth investigating further.”

Viktor nodded thoughtfully. “Interesting. Perhaps they’re establishing new territories. Garrick, take a team and scout the regions Nightshade mentioned.”

“Of course, Commander,” Garrick replied, shooting Aria an unreadable glance.

As the meeting adjourned, Aria’s mind whirled with possibilities. She needed to find out what was really going on, but she couldn’t risk tipping her hand too soon. A plan began to form in her mind – risky, but potentially revealing.

That night, as the moon reached its zenith, Aria crouched in the shadows near the eastern gate. She’d managed to “volunteer” for guard duty, ensuring she’d have a clear view of any unusual activity. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each rustle of leaves or distant animal cry setting her nerves on edge.

Just as she was beginning to think she’d imagined the whole thing, a group of cloaked figures emerged from the darkness. Aria’s heart leapt into her throat as she recognized Garrick among them. The gate creaked open, and a heavily laden cart was wheeled through.

Moving silently, Aria crept closer, straining to hear their hushed conversation.

“Is this all of it?” one of the cloaked figures asked.

Garrick nodded. “Every scrap of dragon hide and bone we could salvage from recent hunts. It should fetch a pretty price on the black market.”

Aria’s stomach churned. Dragon parts were strictly regulated, their sale outside official channels punishable by exile or worse. But why would Garrick risk everything for this?

Her foot caught on a loose stone, sending it clattering across the courtyard. The group whirled around, hands flying to weapons.

“Who goes there?” Garrick’s voice rang out, tinged with fear and anger.

Knowing she was cornered, Aria stepped into the torchlight. “I think I’m the one who should be asking questions, Garrick.”

For a moment, shock and betrayal warred on her mentor’s face. Then his expression hardened. “Nightshade. I should have known you’d stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Always too curious for your own good.”

“How could you?” Aria demanded, her voice cracking with emotion. “Everything we stand for, everything you taught me – it was all a lie?”

Garrick’s laugh was bitter. “Wake up, girl. The world isn’t as black and white as you’d like to believe. We risk our lives day in and day out, and for what? Meager rations and the occasional pat on the back? This,” he gestured to the cart, “this is us taking what we

deserve.”

“By desecrating the bodies of fallen dragons?” Aria shot back. “By betraying the trust of everyone in the Keep?”

“Enough talk,” one of the cloaked figures growled. “We need to silence her.

Permanently.”

As weapons were drawn, Aria’s combat instincts kicked in. She dove and rolled, coming up with her bow at the ready. An arrow whistled past her ear as she loosed her own shot, catching one of the smugglers in the shoulder.

The courtyard erupted into chaos. Shouts of alarm rang out as guards from other parts of the Keep responded to the commotion. Aria found herself backed against a wall, facing off against Garrick himself.

“It doesn’t have to end this way,” she pleaded, even as she nocked another arrow.

Garrick’s eyes were cold. “You’re right. You could have walked away, pretended you saw nothing. But you always were too noble for your own good.”

He lunged forward, his sword flashing in the torchlight. Aria narrowly dodged, feeling the blade whistle past her cheek. She brought her bow up, knowing she couldn’t hesitate not if she wanted to survive.

Time seemed to slow as Aria met Garrick’s gaze one last time. In that moment, she saw not the mentor she had admired, but a stranger consumed by greed and bitterness. With a heavy heart, she loosed her arrow.

Garrick’s eyes widened in surprise as the shaft found its mark. He staggered back, his sword clattering to the ground. “I… I trained you too well,” he gasped, before collapsing.

As reinforcements flooded the courtyard, subduing the remaining smugglers, Aria sank to her knees. The gravity of what had just transpired washed over her. She had uncovered a conspiracy, faced off against her own mentor, and taken a life she once held dear.

In the days that followed, as investigations were launched and security measures tightened, Aria found herself adrift. Everything she had believed about the Hunter’s Guild, about her place in the world, had been shaken to its core. The betrayal cut deep, leaving her questioning whom she could truly trust.

But as she stood on the battlements one evening, watching the sun set over the distant mountains, a strange sense of clarity settled over her. The world was indeed more complex than she had once believed, filled with shades of gray rather than simple black and white. And in that complexity, she realized, lay the potential for change. Her thoughts turned to Drakon, to the prophecy that bound them together. Perhaps

this painful revelation was a necessary step on their journey. For how could they hope to bridge the divide between humans and dragons if they couldn’t first confront the flaws within their own ranks?

With renewed determination, Aria made a silent vow. She would root out corruption wherever she found it, challenge old prejudices, and work tirelessly to build a future where trust and understanding could flourish between all beings – scaled and skinned alike. The path ahead would be difficult, fraught with danger and uncertainty. But for the first time since that fateful night, Aria felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, her resolve tempered by the bitter lessons of betrayal.


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