Silence follows Fergus like shadow to dying light. He knows this stillness, the quiet after grief, after the world decides you are something to be feared. Once a Charmer, a healer whose magic answered the heart, he learned compassion carries a cost when miracles failed. They called him a witch, and when fear took hold, they burned him for it. Those scars remain.
Now the hush returns as magic shifts, it no longer festers but whispers. Omens mark the path ahead, left by unseen hands, reminders that the past does not stay buried. Someone always remembers. Some 'thing' stirs truths meant to remain forgotten.
A promise binds him. His honour is relentless and will not be denied. Alla must be taken home. But what should have been a simple vow has become a descent into darkness as forces beyond his control awaken. With every step, Fergus edges closer to the fracture within himself, a power fueled by grief, rage, and love.
At the crossroads of myth and memory, every path damns him. Curses tighten around him. Death watches. And beneath it all, an ancient darkness strains to be unleashed.
