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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
A Wound That Should Have Ended Him
The night over Altvall Island was cold and unusually silent. Clouds blanketed the moon, smothering its light, and not even the usual howls of wolves echoed from the forest.
The silence felt heavy—like the Island itself was holding its breath.
Alpha Kelzar stood in the corridor outside Audrey’s chamber, cloaked in darkness, the Knife of Den’Raul secured beneath his robe.
His heart pounded with a rhythm that shook his bones. He had waited long, hidden among the shadows, hoping the child would rise as he usually did.
But that night, Jeun did not stir.
No soft footsteps. No tiny voice calling for his mother. No restless search for warmth or comfort.
Kelzar waited.
And waited.
Hours passed. Still, nothing.
At last, frustrated and anxious, he turned and disappeared into the winding corridors of the fortress, the failed strike gnawing at his pride like a parasite.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
When he arrived at the secret chamber, Bard was already pacing like a storm bound in flesh.
“You failed,” Bard hissed.
“He never left the chamber,” Kelzar growled. “I waited all night. The boy never moved.”
Thorne scowled. “Maybe he knows. Maybe he saw you.”
“He didn’t see me. But I’ll try again. The child has a pattern. Sooner or later, he will rise again.”
Bard clenched his fists. “One more attempt. And if you fail again, I’ll find another way. We can’t keep waiting. He gets stronger every day.”
Kelzar’s eyes darkened. “Tomorrow night. I’ll end it.”
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
The second night fell even colder than the first.
And just as Kelzar had hoped, fate shifted.
Sometime past midnight, the child stirred.
Jeun shuffled through the hall, clutching a small wooden toy—his favorite, carved for him by Audrey herself. His bare feet padded against the cold stone floor.
His eyes still heavy with sleep, he moved toward the moonlight that streamed through a broken arch at the end of the hallway, fascinated by how it danced on the floor.
Kelzar emerged from the shadows like death given form.
Swift. Silent.
The blade was already in his hand.
Jeun turned, his little mouth opening in surprise—not fear. His eyes met Kelzar’s.
And then came the strike.
The blade plunged forward, fast and true, slicing through Jeun’s chest, piercing just beside the heart.
A sharp gasp escaped Jeun’s lips. He fell backward, the toy clattering to the floor.
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
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