บท 11: Last Hope

At the center of the Moon Tree, Shaman Elda stood before the Silverglade tribe's Auraheart, the Moonfire Crystal. The rough, uncut crystal, about the size of a human fist and resembling a crescent moon, emitted a soft, silvery glow. The crystal was attuned to the aura of the moon and the forest, naturally absorbing and concentrating the ambient aura energy and storing it within its crystalline structure.

Once a vibrant beacon of energy, the crystal now flickered with a weakened, intermittent glow, casting dancing shadows across the ancient tree's silvery bark. Elda's eyes drifted shut, her consciousness reaching out to the energy that flowed through the crystal. She could feel the Moonfire's ancient power, the echoes of generations past who had drawn upon its strength to protect and guide the Silverglade Tribe.

The crystal's whispers are faint, its energy waning with each passing moon,_ Elda thought, her mind heavy with concern. What secrets do you hold, ancient one? What must we do to restore your strength?

The shaman's brow furrowed as she sought to delve deeper into the crystal's essence, yearning to uncover the source of its diminishing power. Yet, despite her efforts, the crystal remained silent.

Elda's fingers traced the intricate patterns etched into the Moon Tree's silver bark, each line recorded by the previous shamans. The carvings told stories of triumph and tragedy, of great hunts and terrible battles against the Aura Beasts that roamed the forest. But now, those stories seemed to fade.

The Aura Warriors had dwindled in numbers over the centuries, weakening the bond between the people and the Moonfire Crystal. The crystal's power, once a radiant force that shielded the village and granted the warriors their unique abilities, had begun to fade, leaving the tribe vulnerable to the dangers that lurked within the Great Forest. The situation had grown dire, with each passing day bringing the tribe closer to the brink of extinction.

With a deep breath, Elda opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon the ancient carvings that adorned the walls of the sanctum. The stories of the tribe's past, etched into the silvery bark, seemed to come alive in the flickering light of the Moonfire Crystal.

Our ancestors faced challenges just as great Elda thought, her fingers tracing the intricate lines of a particularly vivid carving. They too had to make difficult choices, to risk everything for the sake of the tribe.

The shaman's weathered fingers lingered on a series of deep grooves in the silver bark, depicting a chaotic scene of fleeing tribespeople and rampaging beasts. This carving, more than any other, told the story of the Silverglade Tribe's struggle.

Generations ago, when the tribe resided deeper within the Middle Layer of the forest, an Aura Beast stampede had ravaged their village. The beasts, driven into a frenzy by some unknown force, had torn through the tribe's defenses like a flood through a dam. The air had been filled with the screams of the dying and the thunderous roars of the beasts.

In the chaos, many lives were lost, including that of the tribe's shaman. With the sudden loss of their spiritual leader and the keeper of their ancestral knowledge, the Silverglade Tribe had been left adrift, their connection to their past and the wisdom of their forebears suddenly severed.

Elda's hand moved to another carving, this one showing a small group of survivors led by a young figure. Shaman Myn she remembered, The apprentice who stepped up.

Under Shaman Myn's guidance, the surviving members of the Silverglade Tribe had made the arduous journey to the edge of the Middle Layer, where they founded Moon Village on the banks of the Mist River. The mysterious, mist-covered waters had provided a natural barrier against the forest's dangers, allowing the battered tribe a chance to recover and rebuild.

Elda's gaze drifted to the final carving in the sequence, depicting the Moon Tree and the establishment of their new home. With a deep breath, the shaman straightened, her eyes refocusing on the present. The shaman's mind made up, she gathered her ceremonial robes and made her way out of the Moon Tree's sanctum. The villagers, sensing the urgency in her steps, parted before her.

As Elda approached Chief Lys's hut, she could hear the murmur of voices from within. The chief's dwelling, larger than most in the village, was adorned with symbols of her authority – intricate carvings of lunar cycles and stylized representations of the Moonfire Crystal.

"Shaman Elda," Chief Lys greeted, her voice tinged with concern. The chief stood tall, her long, dark hair adorned with braids and beads that signified her status. Her piercing golden eyes, a rare trait among the Silverglade people, seemed to glow in the dim light of the hut. "We were just discussing the state of the Moonfire Crystal. What news do you bring from the sanctum?"

Beside Lys stood Kern, the tribe's most skilled warrior and trainer. His muscular frame, honed by years of combat and survival in the harsh forest, was an imposing sight. The scars that crisscrossed his arms and face were a testament to the dangers that lurked beyond the village's barriers.

Elda nodded. "I fear it is not good. The crystal grows weaker with each passing day."

Kern's brow furrowed. "I have seen the signs as well," he said, "The patrols report more sightings of the beasts, and the warriors grow restless. We cannot hold them back much longer, not without the crystal's power." He paused, his expression grim. "Our numbers have dwindled to just over a fifty, with only fifteen Aura Warriors remaining. The rest are children, elders, and those yet to awaken their abilities. We're spread thin, Lys. Too thin."

Elda's gaze met the chief's, her eyes filled with sorrow. "There is only one way forward," she said, each word measured and deliberate. "We must hold the Awakening Ritual, and soon."

Lys inhaled sharply, her golden eyes widening. "The Awakening? But the young ones, they're not ready. The risks—"

Elda raised a hand, silencing the chief's protests. "I know the risks, Lys. Better than most. But we have no choice. A new generation of Aura Warriors must rise, their essence bonded with the Moonfire Crystal's power. Only then can we hope to turn the tide and secure the future of the Silverglade Tribe."

Kern's grip on his blade tightened, his knuckles whitening. "The Awakening Ritual? Shaman Elda, you can't be serious. Those children haven't even begun their training. To subject them to the ritual now..."

"Would be dangerous, yes," Elda finished for him, her tone gentle but firm. "But the alternative is far worse. Without new Aura Warriors, without the Moonfire's protection, the tribe will surely perish."

Lys paced the length of her hut, her steps quick and agitated. The beads in her hair clicked softly with each movement. "How soon?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "How soon must we perform the ritual?"

Elda's gaze drifted to the flickering flames of the firepit, the dancing light casting shadows across her weathered face. "We will need to gather the sacred herbs and materials, and prepare the young ones for the trials ahead. The ritual must be performed under the light of the full moon, when the Moonfire's power is at its strongest."

Kern's eyes closed briefly, a pained expression crossing his face. "That's barely a month away," he murmured. "Not nearly enough time to prepare them."

"We must," Elda replied, her voice firm. "The fate of the tribe depends on it. We cannot afford to wait any longer."

Lys stood, her posture straight and proud. "Then let it be done. Kern, gather the warriors and begin fortifying the village's defenses. We must be ready for any incursions by the Aura Beasts."

Kern's jaw clenched, his eyes betraying his inner turmoil. "I understand," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "I will begin preparations for the ritual at once. The warriors will be ready to assist in any way they can."

Elda placed a hand on Kern's shoulder, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Your warriors have always been the backbone of this tribe," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.

"We will hold the Awakening Ritual at the next full moon," Shaman Elda declared, her voice ringing with authority. "Gather the young ones, Lys. Prepare them for what is to come. The future of the Silverglade Tribe rests in their hands. May the spirits guide us and grant us strength in this darkest hour."

Chief Lys bowed her head, a sense of relief washing over her. "As you command," she said, her voice filled with gratitude and determination. "The tribe will endure, as it always has. We will not let the Moonfire's light fade from this world."

The shaman's mind turned to the young ones, the children of the tribe who had yet to awaken their aura. They were the key to the tribe's survival, the ones who would carry the burden of protecting the village in the years to come.

She remembered the training grounds, a secluded clearing where the tribe's warriors honed their skills. The natural obstacles and targets, once alive with the energy of practicing Aura Warriors, now stood silent and unused. The dense foliage that surrounded the area, perfect for stealth training, seemed to close in, as if nature itself sought to reclaim the space.

Elda shook her head, banishing any doubt from her mind. There was no time for hesitation, not when the fate of the tribe hung in the balance.

It is time Elda thought, her gaze drifting to the moon above, its silvery light bathing the village in an ethereal glow. The Silverglade Tribe must rise once more and fight for our place in this world, as our ancestors did before us.