Episódio The Call of Shadows
Andromeda Galáxy could smell the damp earth mingled with the cold night air as she walked through the forest. The ancient trees loomed like shadowy sentinels around her, their dry leaves rustling with every step, creating a soft yet unsettling melody. She had always felt more at home here, among the shadows and whispers of forest creatures. But tonight, something felt different. Something… threatening.
The mission seemed simple, despite its odd nature. Find and study the fae relic hidden somewhere in the forest before it fell into the wrong hands. The relic, according to ancient lore, had the power to shift the balance between humans and fae — a power that Andromeda knew could not be ignored. But what she didn’t know was that this simple task would bring her face to face with something she feared most: the very creatures that had destroyed her life.
As she ventured deeper into the woods, a chill ran down her spine. She stopped, scanning her surroundings, her sharp eyes fixed on every shadow that danced around her. Nothing seemed out of place, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.
Suddenly, a smooth, sarcastic voice cut through the silence.
“Do you really think you’re going to find what you’re looking for here, human?”
Andromeda jumped back, her body instantly going into defense mode. Her heart raced, but she held her ground. She was used to being caught off guard, though never this… close. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw the figure materialize from the shadows — tall, with the arrogant stance of a warrior. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, his dark, messy hair reflecting the moonlight in a strange way, and his clothes were imbued with a magical energy Andromeda could feel on her skin.
A fae.
“You…” She barely managed to speak, the rage and fear rising within her. “What are you doing here?”
Thalor gave a crooked smile, clearly enjoying the fear she couldn’t hide. “I’m the guardian of that relic. And you’re not touching it.”
Hatred flared within Andromeda. She knew the fae — knew what they were capable of. They weren’t magical beings from fairy tales; they were predators, cruel and treacherous. Her hatred for them, forged by the death of her parents, only grew with every passing second she stood in his presence.
“You… you’re a monster,” she hissed.
Thalor laughed, but not with mockery. It was an empty, bitter laugh. “I’m not the monster here, human. You’re in my territory. If I were a monster, you’d already be dead.”
The tension in the air was palpable. Andromeda knew he was right. She had studied fae for years, and she knew how dangerous they were. But something about him, something in the way he looked at her, made her doubt the stories she’d always heard. He didn’t seem like a mere predator; he seemed… tired.
But it didn’t matter. Not in that moment. He was fae. And to her, they were all monsters.
“Step aside,” she ordered, her voice hoarse. “You won’t stop me from completing my mission.”
Thalor took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with a silent danger. “You don’t understand. Your mission is the least of your worries here. If you try to take that relic, you’ll awaken something far worse than me.”
Andromeda frowned, confused, but didn’t back down. “And what would that be?”
He stared at her with a serious expression. “War. And I don’t think you want that.”
Her heart skipped a beat. War. The words sounded simple, but she knew he meant something far greater than anything she could comprehend. Something terrible.
And as much as she wanted to hate him, she knew, for some inexplicable reason, that he was telling the truth.
