A Revelation Under the Moon
In the thin moonlight, the patrol path seemed to go on forever. The trees' shadows danced like ghosts as they spoke in the night air. Iris traveled in silence, each snap of twigs and rustling of leaves captured by her keen senses. Beneath her sleeve, the mark on her wrist had started to throb softly, becoming warmer with each step she went.
She felt a little pulse at first, but as she got closer to the patrol's limit, it became hotter and sent a shock up her arm. Her breath caught as she hesitated. Although it wasn't unpleasant, the feeling drew her in like a force urging her to look at something she couldn't see.
"What is this?" She touched the mark with her fingertips and said.
The woodland parted to expose a moonlit clearing as if in response. Here, the a
