Shadow Flight

The heartstone’s crack was a scream in the twilight, its light bleeding into the Veil. I, Shadowflight, fled as the branch-throne burned, my wings cloaked in dusk to shield the first shard. The fox’s laughter chased me—sharp, mocking, knowing. Was it the Feathered Guide, or another? I flew unseen, but not unnoticed. The shard pulses in my grasp, a secret heavier than ruin. Seek me where light fails, where dusk hides truths no mortal eye can pierce. The fox saw my flight; it knows where I began. Will you follow, or let the Veil’s threads unravel further? The first shard waits, but so does the shadow that hunts it.