"We cannot afford to be timid now," Brooke said, forcing a bravery she did not entirely feel. "The fog is lifting. If we move fast, we can catch it before it reaches the Black Crag."

By noon, the trees suddenly gave way to a massive, jagged clearing of dark volcanic rock. In the center of the clearing stood a creature that looked like it had been carved from the night sky itself. It was massive, with fur that shimmered like dark velvet and eyes that burned like twin white stars. Cradled in its giant, clawed hands was the Sunstone, its brilliant golden light visibly pulsing and fading.

Belle looked at the massive creature, then at her sister's determined face. "You want to walk up to a giant shadow monster and offer it medicine?" "Yes," Brooke said simply.

The morning sun cut through the heavy gray fog of the Whispering Woods, illuminating a narrow dirt path. Brooke adjusted the straps of her heavy leather backpack and looked over at her sister. Belle was kneeling by a patch of moss, inspecting a set of strange, glowing blue footprints that pressed deep into the earth.

Belle nodded, standing up and brushing the dirt from her trousers. She was the tracker of the family, possessing an uncanny ability to read the wilderness, while Brooke was the strategist, always thinking three steps ahead. Together, they were a perfect team, but the sheer scale of this task was testing them both to their absolute limits.

The creature tilted its massive head, the growl subsiding into a low rumble. It looked down at the fading Sunstone in its hands, then back at the small human brave enough to stand before it. Slowly, with a grace that defied its massive size, the beast lowered itself to the ground and extended its injured side toward Brooke.

Belle lowered her bow slightly, her brow furrowing. "But if it keeps holding it, the stone will go dark. Our people will die."