ELVIE
The trees were dense, their branches twisted and dark, almost as if they were reaching out to block the light. The air in this forest was thick with mystery. I walked beside my father, Beta Arnold, and Argon, feeling the weight of the silence around us.
My mind raced with thoughts of what was ahead. We had come to meet Achilles, the leader of the White Walkers, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that this place, this secret forest, held more danger than we had prepared for.
Argon turned to us as we moved deeper into the woods. “This is where we met Achilles. Stay quiet. We don’t want to disturb others.”
I nodded, though I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Why do you hold the Blackstone, Argon? Shouldn’t Achilles, being the leader, be the one to have it?”
Argon glanced at me, his
