Noir

The crystal grew warmer, and the map began to shimmer beneath it. Suddenly, the crystal stopped moving, hovering over a spot on the map. Becca's eyes shot open, "That's where she is," she said with certainty.

The pendant had come to a stop over a place within the forest.

"Gear up," Thorin ordered. "We leave in five."

The room erupted into action. Thorin began barking orders. Wildhorse, the silent and deadly one of Lyra's team, nodded in understanding, already packing his gear.

Eton's gaze lingered on me, his skepticism palpable, but the urgency of the situation forced his doubt aside. "Fine," he conceded, "but we do this my way. Noir is a real threat to all of us, and if Lyra has gone completely evil, then she is just as much of a threat as Noir. And they probably won't be alone; the elders and other vampires will most likely be around them."

The tension in the room was thick as we all began to arm ourselves. I checked my sword, feeling the comforting weight of the steel against my palm. The whispers grew more insistent, whispering of the battle to come, of the fate that awaited

me.

Thorin handed me a pair of night-vision goggles, his gaze serious. "Remember, Jerr, we're dealing with two people we once called friends and they will use that against you."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I know," I said, slipping the goggles over my eyes.

The trek through the forest was a silent one, the whispers that had once been my constant companions were now eerily absent. The trees whispered secrets to each other, the leaves rustling in a language that felt familiar to my ears. However, without the usual voices of guidance, I felt naked, exposed. Yet, something deep within me told me to trust in my instincts, to rely on the skills the Steel brothers had drilled into me.

As we approached the clearing where the crystal had led us, the air grew tense, the shadows denser, though the moon cast an eerie light upon the ground.

The fortress was not what I had expected. It was a sprawling edifice of ancient stone, half-consumed by the forest, ivy snaking its way through the cracks and over the battlements like veins. It loomed before us, a silent sentinel of a time long forgotten.

Guards patrolled the perimeter, their eyes glowing with a predatory light that pierced the darkness. They were not just any guards; these were elite vampires, the kind that could rip you apart with a mere thought. Their presence confirmed Eton's fears-Noir had amassed a formidable army.

We crouched behind a thick bush, surveying the scene. The whispers had returned, now a cacophony of battle cries and warnings. I strained to listen, hoping for a clue, but their jumbled messages were dizzying. "We're outnumbered," Sterling murmured, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

Eton nodded grimly. "We'll have to be smart about this," he said. "We can't just charge in." His eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming calculating. "We need a distraction," he murmured, "something to draw them out." Becca looked at him, her brow furrowed. "What do you have in mind?"

Thorin smirked. "Leave that to me," he said, rising to his feet.

With surprising agility, he sprinted towards the fortress, a blur of motion in the moonlit night. The guards took notice, their heads snapping towards him like predators catching the scent of prey. "Now," he called over his shoulder, "while they're busy with me, you go in and find Noir and Lyra."

The plan was risky, but we had no choice. We watched as Thorin's figure grew smaller, disappearing into the shadow of the fortress. The guards descended upon him like a pack of hungry wolves.

We didn't wait for his signal. We moved swiftly and silently, the whispers in my head now a cacophony of chaos. The fortress loomed, its dark stones whispering of the horrors that lay within. I felt the cold steel of my sword against my skin, a reminder of the promise I had made to myself to bring Lyra back, no matter the cost.

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We crept along the edge of the clearing, the whispers growing louder, more insistent. They spoke of pain, of loss, of a battle that would change everything. I gritted my teeth, pushing the voices aside. I had to focus.

The entrance was hidden, obscured by the dense foliage. It was a narrow, unassuming gap in the fortress wall, barely large enough for one person to slip through. It was our only way in.

"We split up," Eton whispered. "Cover more ground, find them faster."

We nodded, each of us understanding the gravity of the situation. Aidan and Becca took the left, Eton and I the right.

The whispers grew to a fever pitch as we entered the fortress. I could feel the eyes of the unseen watching us, the tension coiling in my stomach like a serpent ready to strike.

We moved through the corridors, the echo of our footsteps the only sound in the oppressive silence. The air was thick with the scent of decay, of lives long lost to the ravages of time and the hunger of the undead.