
🌌 The Whispering StonesEpisode 1: The Boy Who Heard the EarthThe wind howled through the sleeping village of Elmsworth, whispering secrets down chimney stacks and across cobbled streets. Everyone was asleep — everyone but Kael, a seventeen-year-old boy who sat by the old stone well at the village square, his ear pressed gently to the cold rock.There it was again. The whisper. Faint… trembling… almost like breath.“He’s coming.”Kael jerked back. His heart thundered in his chest. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard the stones speak, but it was the first time they had sounded… afraid.He glanced around. The village was silent, the lanterns dim. The only movement was the wind tugging at the branches of the sleeping elm trees.Kael stood, brushing off his worn coat. The stone’s voice still echoed in his ears. He didn’t know who “he” was — but the stones had never lied.At home, his grandmother sat beside the fireplace, her face lined like old bark and her shawl pulled tight.“You were at the well again, weren’t you?” she asked without looking up.Kael hesitated. “Yes.”She gave a tired sigh. “I warned your mother not to pass that curse on to you.”“It’s not a curse,” Kael said. “It’s a gift.”“No, child,” she said, her voice a dry whisper. “It’s a danger.”Kael opened his mouth to argue, but the old woman raised a trembling hand. “Enough. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, you’ll forget this nonsense.”But Kael knew he wouldn’t. Something was calling him. And it was coming closer............

