The Tribe

Sebastian's eyes widened with concern as Charlie shared the story behind his moon-shaped bracelet. He placed a comforting hand on Charlie's shoulder, silently acknowledging the weight of his loss.

"I'm sorry, mate," Sebastian said softly. "I didn't know."

Charlie managed a small smile, grateful for his friend's understanding. "It's okay. It's been a long time," he replied, wiping away the tear that had escaped his eye.

But their moment of reflection was interrupted by a piercing scream that echoed through the air. They rushed outside, their hearts pounding with apprehension, only to find the tribe's prophet standing amidst a gathering crowd.

"What's going on?" Sebastian asked, his voice tense with worry.

The prophet's expression was grave as he spoke, his words laced with fear. "The eclipse is upon us, and with it comes a dire prophecy. One among us will vanish."

A chill ran down Charlie's spine as he exchanged a worried glance with Sebastian. The air seemed to crackle with tension as the tribe members whispered amongst themselves, casting nervous glances at one another.

"What do we do?" Charlie whispered, his voice barely audible over the murmurs of the crowd. Sebastian told Charlie we have 3 weeks before the eclipse but what or who will disappear?,Sebastian shook his head, his brow furrowed in concern.

As the days passed, Charlie and Sebastian immersed themselves deeper into the life of the Selene tribe, eagerly absorbing every aspect of their culture and traditions. They shared meals with the tribe, danced around the fire under the light of the moon, and listened intently to the stories passed down through generations.

But amidst the festivities, there lingered an undercurrent of unease. The sighting of the mysterious figure with the shimmering glow had left the tribe on edge, whispers of fear rippling through the village like a gentle breeze.

One evening, as they sat around the fire, the tribe's elder approached them with a solemn expression. "You have seen the Guardian of the Moon," he said gravely, his voice low and reverent. "He is both a harbinger of hope and a bearer of darkness."

Charlie and Sebastian exchanged a glance, their curiosity piqued by the elder's words. "What do you mean?" Sebastian asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

The elder sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames. "The Guardian appears to us in times of great change," he explained. "He is a symbol of the balance between light and shadow, but his true nature remains shrouded in mystery."

As they listened to the elder's words, Charlie felt a sense of determination welling up inside him. If they were to uncover the truth behind the tribe's secrets, they would need to delve deeper into the heart of the mystery, no matter the risks.

The next morning, they approached their professor with a newfound resolve. "We need to continue our investigation," Charlie declared, his voice firm with conviction.

The professor nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Indeed," he replied. "But we must tread carefully. The truth we seek may be more elusive than we realize."

With that, they set out to camp with the tribe, determined to unravel the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. As they journeyed deeper into the heart of the wilderness, Charlie couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the verge of uncovering something extraordinary, something that would change their lives forever. And with each step they took, the mysteries of the Selene tribe beckoned to them, drawing them ever closer to the truth that lay hidden in the shadows.

As Charlie stumbled through the dense woods, his heart pounded with fear and confusion. Sebastian's assurance had done little to ease his nerves, and now, as darkness descended upon the forest, he felt a creeping sense of unease settle over him.

But just as panic threatened to consume him, Charlie spotted a faint light flickering in the distance. Relief flooded through him, and he quickened his pace, convinced that it must be Sebastian waiting for him.

As he drew closer, however, Charlie realized that the light was not coming from his friend, but from a small shrine nestled amidst the trees. Intrigued, he approached cautiously, the voices in his head growing louder with each step.

"Help me, I need you," the voices whispered, their urgency echoing through Charlie's mind like a haunting melody.

Dizzy and disoriented, Charlie reached out towards the shrine, his fingers brushing against the cold stone of a statue. And then, without warning, everything went dark.

When Charlie awoke, he found himself lying on the forest floor, his head throbbing with pain. Confusion clouded his thoughts as he struggled to make sense of what had happened. Had it all been a dream?

But as he glanced around, his eyes fell upon the shrine, its silhouette illuminated by the faint light of the moon. And in that moment, Charlie knew that whatever had happened, it was far from ordinary.

With a sense of determination burning in his chest, Charlie rose to his feet, his mind buzzing with questions and uncertainty. But one thing was clear: he needed to find answer.