Side Story 4.89 - The Forgotten

Johanis' POV 

The plan came together in whispers.

It started with Brinn, the quiet boy with ink-stained fingers who rarely spoke unless he was sketching sigils in dirt. I found him by the creek, alone, drawing the same symbol over and over on flat stones. When I said the word Hollowroot, his eyes widened—not in confusion, but recognition.

Then came Aya. Her dreams were louder than the others. She’d scream in her sleep sometimes, wake up with runes scratched into her arms like her own wolf that hasn't manifested yet couldn’t wait for her to speak them aloud. I showed her the book. She didn’t flinch, instead it looked like she was waiting for someone to really help her out.

I mean, the adults, my parents, their parents, and the elders, actually do provide us great assistance and protection. They have taught us l