What Started It All

The world was a place of constant change and fleeting life, where humans lived finite lives and struggled to make the most of their brief existence. Among them was Aiden Benjamin Billchnider, who lived in the mountain areas of Moose Village. Aiden had always been fascinated by the healing powers of nature. As a young boy, he had watched his mother, Rebeca Lancaster, use herbs and plants to cure ailments and ease pain. Sadly, she passed away from a terminal disease when he was 8 years old, leaving Aiden to fight for himself at a very young age. His father, however, remained a mystery in his life. His name and even a picture of his face, Rebeca refused to show Aiden. When she passed away, she was studying a herb called "Elysium Herb." She documented everything in a journal, which she promised to give to Aiden. The herb was said to possess incredible healing properties. Rebeca told Aiden, if he were to ever find this herb, it could change the world of medicine forever. As such, he became determined to learn everything he could about the herb.

Year 1040, Aiden now 15 years old, woke up early one morning, with his mind already set on his mission for the day. He had been planning this journey for weeks, gathering supplies and researching the safest route to take. He knew the dangers that lay ahead, but the potential reward was too great to ignore. 

Aiden packed his backpack with essentials: a water bottle, a map, a compass, and a first aid kit. He made sure to bring extra food, knowing that the journey ahead would be long and strenuous. He also packed a knife, in case he encountered any dangerous animals.

The journey was set to find the herb that grew in the heart of the forest, 'Spokewoods'. In his mother journal, it is said that the herb can be found at the peak of a tree known as 'The Sentinel of the Forest, The Tree of Perpetual Bloom'.

The sun began to rise, casting an orange glow over the village. He had already said goodbye to his mother, promising to return soon with the herb to help out others. As he made his way to the village exit, he was stopped by the village elder, the wise old chief named Kael.

"Aiden, wait a moment," Kael said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

Aiden turned to face the elder, who gazed at him with a solemn expression.

"You're embarking on a dangerous journey, my boy," Kael said. "But I trust that you have the skills and determination to succeed. Remember, the Spokewoods is a treacherous place, and you must be cautious at all times. Keep your wits about you, and don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it."

"I understand, chief Kael," Aiden replied, bowing respectfully. "I will do everything in my power to retrieve the herb I've mentioned to you and return it to the village."

"Good," Kael said with a nod. "And one more thing, Aiden. If you happen to encounter any other travellers on your journey, be wary of them. Not everyone has good intentions, and there are those who would seek to harm you. Trust your instincts, and don't let your guard down."

Aiden nodded again, taking Kael's words to heart. He knew that he would face many challenges on his journey, but he was determined to see it through. With a final goodbye to the chief, he set out on his quest.

As he walked through the village gates and into the wilderness beyond, Aiden couldn't help but feel a sense of both excitement and apprehension. He took a deep breath and continued forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As Aiden trekked deeper into Spokewoods forest, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his mission on his shoulders. He had heard tales of the Tree of Perpetual Bloom and its magical properties, and he knew that finding it would be no easy task. The forest was filled with dangers at every turn, from venomous snakes to blood-sucking leeches, and Aiden had to stay alert and focused if he hoped to make it through alive. The dense undergrowth made it difficult for Aiden to see more than a few feet in front of him, and he had to use all of his senses to navigate his way through the foliage. The sounds of rustling leaf and snapping twigs filled the air. 

Despite the dangers lurking in the forest, Aiden found solace in the natural beauty that surrounded him. The vibrant colours of the wildflowers and the sweet scent of the blooming trees filled his senses, reminding him of the beauty and majesty of nature. 

Aiden heard a faint rustling sound coming from behind him. He turned around to see a small dog, its tail wagging happily as it approached him. The dog was brown and white, with big brown eyes that seemed to look straight into Aiden's soul. The dog nuzzled Aiden's leg, and he couldn't help but smile at the small creature's friendly demeanour.

"Hello there, little one," Aiden said, scratching the dog's head. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

The dog barked happily, as if in response to Aiden's question. Aiden felt a warmth spread through his chest at the sight of the happy pup. He had always loved animals, and it had been a long time since he had been able to interact with one. As he continued on his journey, the dog followed close behind, occasionally nipping at Aiden's heels or running ahead and then circling back to check on him.

As the two travelled deeper into the forest, Aiden found himself growing more and more attached to the dog. He named the pup "Storm," and the two quickly became inseparable. Storm seemed to sense Aiden's fears and worries and was always there to offer a comforting nuzzle or a lick on the face. Aiden felt a newfound sense of purpose and companionship with Storm by his side.

As night slowly crept in, Aiden realized that it was time to rest. He found a small clearing in the forest and quickly set up camp. He started a small fire and cooked a meal for himself and Storm, who was eagerly wagging his tail and waiting for his share of the food. Aiden also filled up his water bottle from a nearby stream and shared some of it with Storm, who was panting heavily from the exertion of the journey. The dog had been a loyal and faithful friend throughout their journey, and Aiden, had grown to love him dearly. He scratched behind Storm's ears and talked to him softly, thanking him for his companionship and bravery. After finishing their meal, Aiden and Storm settled down for the night. Aiden wrapped himself in a warm blanket and lay on the ground, using his backpack as a pillow. Storm curled up next to him, providing warmth and comfort in the chilly night.

The next morning, Aiden woke up feeling refreshed and ready to continue their journey. He packed up his camp and set out into the forest with Storm by his side. After several more hours of walking, they finally reached the base of the Tree of Perpetual Bloom. The tree was even more magnificent up close, its trunk wider than Aiden's outstretched arms 10 times, and its bark as rough as sandpaper. The roots of the tree spread out like tentacles, snaking across the ground, and the leaves rustled gently in the breeze. Aiden was in awe of the sheer size and beauty of the tree, and he couldn't believe that he had finally found it. Suddenly, Storm started barking excitedly and running in circles around the base of the tree. Aiden followed him, and to his amazement, he saw that there was a narrow path that wound its way up the trunk of the tree. It was barely visible, but Aiden knew that it was his only hope of reaching the top. He took a deep breath and started climbing, leaving Storm right behind him.

As he neared the top, he saw a glimmering pool of water that seemed to glow with a strange, ethereal light. He pulled over to take a break, gathering back his strength and recovering back his stamina. Aiden felt an inexplicable pull towards the fountain and drank from it without hesitation. As the cool water touched his lips, he felt an electric shock surge through his body. Suddenly, his skin began to glow with a strange, otherworldly light. In an instant, he felt a surge of energy course through his veins. Aiden's body glowed brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. He could feel his heart racing as the energy coursed through his veins, his skin tingling with an otherworldly warmth. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he was both thrilled and terrified. 

Aiden had no idea what was happening to him. He continued to climb the tree, feeling stronger and more powerful with every step he took. However, as he reached the top of the tree, he saw no sign of any sort of herbal life. The disappointment he felt was almost overwhelming, and he couldn't help but wonder if the journey had been for nothing. He had risked his life to come to this dangerous place, and he couldn't bear the thought of returning home empty-handed. Despite his frustration, he refused to give up. He knew that there had to be something special about this tree. Aiden began to make his way back down the tree to have a better examine. However, in his haste, he accidentally disturbed a giant Black Widow Spider that had been lurking on the branches. The spider bit him, injecting a deadly venom into his veins. Aiden felt his body weaken as the poison began to take hold. He tried to hold on to the tree, but his grip faltered, and he tumbled down towards the forest floor. The fall was long and painful, and Aiden could feel his bones breaking with each impact against the branches. Finally, he hit the ground with a sickening thud, and everything went black.

When Aiden came to his senses, he was lying on the ground, his body battered and broken. He tried to move, but every movement sent waves of pain coursing through his body. He was trapped, unable to move, and he knew that his time was running out. However, as he lay there, he felt a wet nose nudge his hand. Looking up, he saw that It was Storm. The dog had watched in horror as Aiden fell, and he had rushed to his side as soon as he could. Storm licked Aiden's face, whimpering softly as he tried to rouse him from his stupor. Despite the pain, Aiden managed to open his eyes and see the worried expression on Storm's face. At that moment, he realized how much the dog meant to him. Storm had been by his side through thick and thin, and he had never let Aiden down. Aiden knew that he couldn't give up, not when his loyal friend was counting on him. Summoning all his strength, Aiden managed to prop himself up on his elbows, leaning against the tree. 

Suddenly, Aiden felt a sharp, stingy pain in his leg. Looking down, he saw where the giant Black Widow Spider had bitten him. It was unbearable causing him to lose consciousness. 

After laying there for several hours with Storm by his side, being there for him as best as he could, he finally woke up. Before realising where he had collapsed and what time of day it is, Aiden sat up hastily, realising that the pain had dull. Next to him, guided by the natural light of the moon, Storm laid there sound asleep. Aiden smiled in awe, seeing as how his friend supported him right through. Aiden managed to drag himself to his feet. His limbs were still broken, but he could move, albeit slowly and with great difficulty. 

Aiden felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He hadn't found what he had set out to do, but also felt like he had also lost something precious in the process. Aiden decided that he would spend the night by the tree. He quickly settled in, knowing that he would not be able to move around easily until he rested.

Aiden woke up the next morning feeling different. His arms and legs no longer ached, and when he sat up, he realised that his broken bones had completely healed overnight. He couldn't believe it. How was it possible? He got up and started to move around. Everything felt different. His movements were smoother, and his senses seemed heightened. He realised that he could see farther and hear sounds he never heard before. He couldn't explain it, but it was like he was a different person.

Aiden looked around, wondering if anyone had helped him. There was no one in sight, and he realised that he was alone with Storm. The dog woke up, sensing Aiden's presence, and wagged his tail excitedly. Aiden stared at himself in disbelief, wondering what had happened to him. It was then that he remembered the fountain he had drunk from the day before. Could it be possible that the water had somehow healed his broken bones?

He turned to Storm, "Aren't you curious about what happened to me, boy?", as if expecting an answer. Storm simply wagged his tail and looked up at him with his big brown eyes. Aiden chuckled, but deep down, he knew he had to find out what was going on. He started to explore the area around the tree, looking for any clues that could explain the mysterious transformation he had undergone. Storm followed him every step of the way, barking excitedly. 

While Aiden was exploring the area, he heard a rustling sound coming from the nearby bushes. Storm, who had been at his side, perked up his ears and dashed off towards the bushes, barking loudly. Curious to see what had caught Storm's attention, Aiden hobbled over as quickly as he could, fearing that Storm might have stumbled upon a predator. Aiden noticed that he could move with an incredible speed and agility that he had never possessed before. He felt like he could run for miles without getting tired. As he approached the area where Storm had run off to, he heard a sudden roar and saw the outline of a massive creature emerging from the bushes.

It was a bear, and it was not happy. The animal charged towards Aiden with incredible speed, and he knew he had to act fast if he wanted to survive. But just as the bear was about to pounce on him, Storm tried to intervene and was quickly overpowered by the massive animal. Aiden watched in horror as the bear swiped at Storm with its massive claws, causing him to let out a yelp of pain.

Without thinking, Aiden lunged at the bear, trying to drive it off. In the struggle, the bear bit down hard on Aiden's hand, causing him to cry out in agony. But something strange happened. Instead of feeling the pain and succumbing to it, Aiden felt a strange energy coursing through his body. He suddenly had the strength of ten men, and his senses were incredibly heightened. As he looked up, he saw the bear's eyes lock onto his, and he knew what he had to do. Remembering he had a knife in his back pocket, with a sudden burst of power, Aiden grabbed the bear's head and run the knife in its neck in one swift motion. As the bear's massive body crumpled to the ground, Aiden stood there in shock, realizing what had just happened. It was then that he looked down at his hand and saw that the wound was already healing before his very eyes.

He felt like a different person now, with powers and abilities beyond his wildest dreams. He looked down at his friend Storm, who was lying injured on the ground. His wounds were deep, and he was bleeding heavily. He couldn't just sit by and watch him suffer. He knew that he had to do something, even if it seemed crazy. Aiden remembered the fountain and how it had healed him. Maybe it could heal Storm too. But it was too far. By the time he carries Storm to the top of the tree, he'll succumb to his injuries. He didn't know what else to do, so he took a deep breath and bit into his own wrist. He winced as the pain shot through him, but he didn't stop. He knew what he had to do.

As quickly as possible before his wound heals, He held his bleeding wrist over Storm's mouth and watched as the blood dripped into his friend's open wounds. He didn't know if it would work, but he had to try. He watched as the wounds slowly closed, and the bleeding stopped. Storm's breathing became more regular, and he seemed to be in less pain. Aiden sat back and waited in shock, watching as his friend's body slowly began to change. His muscles seemed to grow bigger and stronger, and his breathing became deeper. Aiden couldn't believe what he was seeing. Storm's wounds had healed, but something else was happening. It was like Storm's body was being transformed into something new. 

As Storm began to wake up, he groaned and slowly sat up. Aiden watched in amazement as his friend's body seemed to glow with a strange energy. Storm looked up at Aiden, his eyes wide with wonder.

"What did you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough and hoarse. 

"You drank my blood and heal you," Aiden replied, feeling a sense of excitement and fear at the same time. "But I didn't know it would do this to you."

Storm looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers as he felt the strange power coursing through his veins. "I feel different," he said, his voice filled with power.

It clicked to storm, "Wh-what the hell just happened?" Storm asked, his voice still rough from the transformation.

Aiden shook his head, still trying to process what had just happened. "I don't know. I didn't think this would happen to you."

"I can understand you," he said, surprised at how easily the words came out of his mouth. "I mean, I can speak your language."

Aiden nodded, not even surprised any more, "Yeah, I noticed that too. I guess my blood gave you more than just healing."

Storm was still trying to come to terms with everything. He had been a dog for as long as he could remember, and now he was a man. Aiden had saved his life and given a new one. "I have to see myself," Storm said, his voice filled with wonder. He turned and ran towards a nearby lake, eager to see what he looked like now. His speed was superfast, it was unmatched, actually. Storm could beat the 100-metre sprint world record, and by a lot. 

Aiden thought, "It seems he not only gained a human form, but he also gained superhuman ability." He chuckled, "I wonder if I gave too much blood."

As they reached the edge of the lake, Storm stopped and looked down at his reflection in the water. What he saw surprised even him. 

He was tall, with long red hair that flowed down his back. His eyes were a bright green, and his face was fierce and handsome. His body was that of a Greek God, with muscles rippling beneath his skin. He felt a sense of power and strength that he had never known before. 

"I look...amazing," he said, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

Aiden smiled, happy to see his friend finally embracing his new form. "You do. But we have to be careful. We don't know what other changes might happen. I'll let you stay at my place when I'm back home."

Storm nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. They had both been given extraordinary abilities, and with those came great responsibility. 

Aiden sat down next to Storm, who was now fully dressed in some of Aiden's old clothing, and took a deep breath. "Storm, I think we need to spend the next 2 days teaching you some basic human stuff before we return to civilization."

Storm looked at Aiden with curiosity. "Why? I feel like I already know a lot."

Aiden smiled. "You've learned quickly, but there's still so much more to learn. You need to know how to interact with other humans, and how to blend in."

Storm nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, I'm willing to learn. What do we start with?"

Aiden thought for a moment before responding. "Let's start with language. You already know how to speak, but we need to work on your pronunciation and grammar."

Storm nodded again. "Alright, I'm ready to learn."

For the next few hours, Aiden and Storm worked on basic sentence structures and pronunciation. Storm was a quick learner and picked up on the nuances of the language with ease. Aiden was impressed by Storm's intelligence. 

As they took a break, Aiden asked, "Do you have any questions about humans or anything else?"

Storm looked up at Aiden, his brow furrowed. "Well, I'm still confused about why I transformed into a human. Is this permanent?"

Aiden shook his head. "I'm not sure. We'll have to figure that out later. But for now, we need to focus on teaching you about human life."

Storm interrupted," wait— Aiden, I have something to say."

What is it?", Aiden replied.

Storm's eyes filled with sadness as he thought about his past life as a dog. "Before I met you, Aiden, I was just a stray dog wandering the streets, searching for food and shelter. I was alone, scared, and often mistreated by humans. I had no purpose or meaning in my life, and I felt like I was just existing, not living."

Aiden listened intently, his heart heavy with empathy for his friend. "I'm so sorry, Storm," he said. "No one deserves to feel like that. But you're not alone any more. You have a purpose, and you have a friend who cares about you."

Storm's expression softened, and he smiled at Aiden. "Yes, I know," he said. "That's why I want to be a human forever. As a dog, I was treated like an object, something to be discarded when I was no longer useful or when I got in the way. But as a human, I can do so much more. I can think, reason, and create. I can help people and make a difference in the world. So, I don't want to go back to being a dog, Aiden. I want to stay like this forever."

Aiden nodded, understanding where Storm was coming from. "I get it, Storm. But being human isn't always easy. There are a lot of responsibilities and challenges that come with it. And there's no guarantee that things will always be good. But I promise to be here for you, no matter what. We'll face everything together, as best friends."

Storm's eyes shone with gratitude as he looked at Aiden. "Thank you, Aiden. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"That's kinda of gay to me", Aiden burst out laughing, teasing storm. 

"Come on, that's not what I meant!… I'm acting more human than you, Aed!", Storm said angrily.

"Come on, Let's go set up camp and go to bed now, you have a lot to do tomorrow", Aiden replied. And as such, that conclude the first day of teacher and student.

On the second day, Storm woke up in excitement,"Okay, what's next!?"

Aiden smiled. "Let's work on social interaction. We need to teach you about human customs and etiquette."

Over the course of the day, Aiden and Storm worked on social interaction, etiquette, and basic human customs and how to adapt to situations. Storm was a quick learner and adapted well to human life. Aiden was proud of his progress and felt that Storm was ready to return to civilization.

On the third day, Aiden and Storm packed their bags and prepared to leave. As they made their way through the forest, Aiden turned to Storm and said, "I'm proud of you, Storm. You've come a long way in a short amount of time."

Storm smiled back at Aiden. "Thanks, Aiden. I couldn't have done it without you."

As they reached the edge of the forest, Aiden turned to Storm one last time. "Remember, Storm, you're not just a dog any more. You're something new, something special, and always remember who you are."

Storm nodded, a fierce determination in his eyes. "I will, Aiden. And thank you, for everything."

Aiden and Storm approached the village just as the sun began to set. The village was nestled in a valley surrounded by lush green forests and tall mountains. Smoke rose from the chimneys of the small huts and cottages, and the sounds of laughter and music could be heard in the distance.

Aiden said to storm, "I live up in the mountain areas, it's where my father decided to build the house away from other people. I lost my mother due to an illness, and I don't even know who my father is."

 "I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Losing a parent can be incredibly difficult, and not knowing your father must be tough too," Storm said with a hint of sympathy in his voice. "How have you been coping with everything? Living in the mountains sounds peaceful, though. Do you enjoy it up there?"

Aiden took a deep breath before replying. "It hasn't been easy, but I've been coping. I try to stay busy with work and other activities, and I find solace in the peace and quiet of the mountains," he said, looking out towards the horizon. "It's a beautiful place, and I enjoy being surrounded by nature. It helps me forget about my problems for a while."

Storm nodded, taking in the view. "I can see why you like it up there. It's breathtakingly beautiful," he said. "Do you ever get lonely, though? Living all by yourself?"

Aiden chuckled. "Well, not any more. I have you now, don't I?" he said. "But in all honesty, there are times when I do feel lonely. That's why I'm looking forward to introducing you to my village. It's a small settlement, but they're like family to me. You'll love them, I'm sure."

Storm smiled. "I'm excited to meet them, Aiden. I can't wait to see what life is like in a village," he said, wagging his tail. "And don't worry, you're never alone as long as I'm here."

With that, they step foot in the entrance.

As they approached the village, Aiden could feel his nerves getting the best of him. He took a deep breath and turned to Storm, "Just remember, we're both humans here. I won't reveal your secret, and most certainly not about the powers. So, I want you to feel comfortable."

Storm nodded and followed Aiden. The villagers were going about their daily routines, but as soon as they saw Aiden and Storm, they stopped and stared in confusion. Aiden cleared his throat and stepped forward, "Everyone, I'd like you to meet my friend, Storm. He's a traveller who's been helping me out with some things in the forest." 

The villagers exchanged curious glances, but Aiden could sense their distrust. He quickly added to reassure them, "He's a bit shy, but I vouch for his character. He's just like us, and I think he could be a valuable member of our community." Aiden's words seemed to ease the villagers' concerns a bit, but they still approached Storm cautiously. Storm remained composed and polite, introducing himself and making small talk. As they walked through the village, Aiden pointed out some of the local landmarks and introduced Storm to some of the other villagers. Slowly, but surely, Storm began to win them over with his intelligence and charm.

By the end of the day, Aiden and Storm had been invited to dinner by one of the village chiefs. Aiden could see the relief in Storm's eyes, knowing that he had been accepted as a fellow human being. As they walked into the grand hall where the dinner was being held, they saw the 4 chiefs seated at a long table, ready to eat.

Kael, the head chief, welcomed Aiden and Storm with a warm smile. Pooleon, the oldest and calmest of the elders, nodded at them, and Bartley, the youngest, looked them up and down with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Spolkerdose stared at Storm with a curious gaze. Aiden recognized Kael, who had given him permission to bring Storm along, but the other three were strangers to him.

Pooleon was the first to greet them, with a warm smile and twinkling eyes that sparkled in the candlelight. He wore a simple tunic and trousers, and his white hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Bartley, on the other hand, was not as welcoming. He was a burly man with a thick beard and a stern expression. He glared at Storm as he approached, and Aiden could sense that he was not happy about the new arrival. Spolkerdose was the most intriguing of the group. He was an old man with wild grey hair and a twinkle in his eye. He was holding a small piece of a puzzle, examining it closely, and Aiden could tell that he was up to. 

As they sat down to eat, Kael asked Aiden about his journey to the forest and if he had found what he was looking for. Aiden hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should reveal the truth, but finally decided to come clean.

"No, I didn't find what I was looking for," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Kael reassured Aiden. "Don't worry, my boy. Sometimes the journey is more important than the destination."

Spolkerdose looked up from his toy and turned his attention to Storm. "And what about you, young man? What brings you to our village?"

Storm sat up a little straighter in his seat. "I've been travelling for a while now, looking for a place to call home. I heard about this village and decided to check it out."

Spolkerdose nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting. And tell me, what do you think of our village so far?"

Storm looked around the room, taking in the warmth and hospitality of the villagers. "I think it's wonderful. Most of the people are kind, and the scenery is breathtaking. I could definitely see myself settling down here." 

Kael nodded and turned to Pooleon, who had remained silent. "What do you think, Pooleon?"

Pooleon looked at Storm. "He seems like a nice young man," he said, before turning back to his food.

Spolkerdose, who had remained silent for a while, suddenly spoke up. "Young man, do you have any special skills or talents?"

Storm, caught off guard, thought for a moment before replying, "I am good at problem-solving and learning new things quickly."

Spolkerdose nodded, impressed. "I have a puzzle that has been stumping me for days. Perhaps you could have a look at it?"

Storm eagerly agreed and followed Spolkerdose to another room. As they left, Bartley scowled, clearly not pleased with Storm's presence.

Aiden sensed the tension and tried to change the subject. "So, how has the village been doing?" he asked, hoping to ease the mood.

Kael smiled. "We've been doing well, thanks to our hard-working villagers. We recently had a good harvest and the trade with other villages has been prosperous. However, while you were out, there was a big fire at the northern side of the village and also people going missing. When we go to investigate their home, they all had one thing in common… dogs."

Aiden looked in surprise, "Dogs!? Could it be— Storm, NO!… I apologize, chiefs, my thoughts were running wild."

Aiden's words hung in the air, and the village elders exchanged concerned glances. Pooleon leaned forward and spoke with a calm yet authoritative voice. "Aiden, we appreciate your concern, but it's important not to jump to conclusions based on coincidences. Dogs are common companions in our village, and it's natural that some missing individuals would have had them. There could be other explanations for their disappearance."

Bartley scoffed. "Exactly, Aiden. You're letting your imagination run wild. We have more pressing matters to attend to than entertaining unfounded theories."

Aiden's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. He couldn't dismiss the possibility that the missing individuals and the strange coincidence of having a dog were connected, but he also didn't want to reveal Storm's true nature. He decided to tread carefully, choosing his words wisely.

"Chiefs, I understand your scepticism, and I apologise if my thoughts seem far-fetched," Aiden began, trying to keep his voice steady. "But I can't help but wonder if there might be some truth to these observations. Perhaps there's an unknown force at play, something we haven't encountered before."

Kael's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Aiden. "Aiden, we value your insights, but we also need concrete evidence before we can take any action. We can't rely solely on suspicions and speculation."

Aiden nodded, acknowledging Kael's point. "I understand, Chief Kael. I will do my best to assist you on the case. I don't want to cause unnecessary alarm, but I also believe it's important to consider all possibilities."

Bartley snorted disdainfully, his scepticism evident. "You're chasing shadows, Aiden. There are no mysterious forces at work here. It's more likely that these missing individuals met with unfortunate accidents or chose to leave the village."

Aiden felt a surge of frustration, but he maintained his composure. "Bartley, I respect your opinion, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something more to this. I promise to bring forth substantial evidence that will shed light on the matter."

Pooleon spoke up, his voice calm and measured. "Aiden, we appreciate your concern for the village and your dedication to uncovering the truth. But we must approach this with a rational mindset. Let us wait for your evidence, and then we can reevaluate the situation."

Aiden nodded gratefully, appreciating Pooleon's more open-minded approach. "Thank you, Chief Pooleon. I will not disappoint you."

Kael rose from his seat, signalling the end of the discussion. "Very well, Aiden. We look forward to your findings. In the meantime, let us continue to focus on the well-being of our village and its inhabitants."

A couple of minutes before this was happening, Storm and Spolkerdose entered a small, cosy room filled with books, scrolls, and various artefacts. The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and intricate puzzles of all shapes and sizes. It was clear that this room was Spolkerdose's sanctuary.

Spolkerdose approached a large, ornate wooden table in the centre of the room, where a puzzle lay in wait. The puzzle was a complex arrangement of interlocking pieces, each intricately carved and fitting together in a specific pattern. It had stumped Spolkerdose for days, and he hoped that Storm's fresh perspective might bring a breakthrough.

"Here it is," Spolkerdose said, gesturing towards the puzzle. "I've been trying to solve this for quite some time now. The pieces seem to fit together, but I can't seem to find the correct arrangement. Perhaps you can lend your insight, Storm."

Storm nodded, studying the puzzle intently. His eyes scanned each piece, analysing the intricate designs and patterns. His newfound intelligence and enhanced cognitive abilities allowed him to see connections and possibilities that others might miss.

As Storm began to manipulate the puzzle pieces, his hands moved with a precision and grace that belied his former canine form. He tested different combinations, rotating and aligning the pieces, his mind working quickly to decipher the enigma before him.

Seconds turn into minutes, as Storm delved into the puzzle, his focused determination unwavering. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a triumphant smile spread across Storm's face. He had found the solution. With careful precision, he placed the final piece in its rightful spot, and the puzzle seamlessly clicked together, revealing a mesmerizing design.

Spolkerdose's eyes widened in awe as he observed the completed puzzle. "Incredible," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "You've done it, Storm! You've unlocked the mystery that has eluded me for days."

Storm beamed with pride, his transformation from a dog to a human allowing him to tap into his extraordinary intellect. "It was a team effort, Chief Spolkerdose."

Spolkerdose nodded, his respect for Storm growing even more. "Indeed, it was a remarkable collaboration. You have proven yourself to be a true asset to our village, welcome."

Storm and Spolkerdose emerged from the puzzle room, their faces beaming with a sense of accomplishment. As they made their way back to where Aiden and the other chiefs were seated, they found them engaged in an intense discussion about the village's future plans. 

Aiden's eyes met Storm's, and a subtle nod passed between them, signalling their unspoken agreement. Storm understood that Aiden had something urgent to discuss, and without a word, Aiden quickly stood up from his seat.

"I apologize for interrupting, but there is an urgent matter I need to attend to," Aiden announced." Please excuse us."

The chiefs looked at each other, slightly taken aback by Aiden's sudden departure. However, they respected his judgment and granted him permission to leave, curious about the pressing matter at hand.

Aiden swiftly walked towards the exit of the Hall, with Storm following closely behind. The two of them made their way outside, where a horse-drawn carriage luckily stood nearby. Aiden's eyes reflected a sense of urgency, and Storm could sense the gravity of the situation.

Without wasting any time, Aiden opened the carriage door and motioned for Storm to join him inside. Storm hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the village leaders and the warm atmosphere they had just left behind. He knew that this unexpected departure meant he wouldn't have the chance to bid farewell to the chiefs and express his gratitude for their warm welcome.

But the urgency in Aiden's eyes couldn't be ignored. Storm understood that there were matters that needed their immediate attention, and the village's safety might be at stake. With a determined look, Storm stepped into the carriage, closing the door behind him.

"To the mountain side," Aiden said to the coachman.

As the carriage began to move, Aiden finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly, Storm," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and resolve. "There's something I need to investigate, and time is of the essence… and it could have something to do with your past."

Storm's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at Aiden's revelation. "My past? What do you mean?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Aiden looked at Storm with a gentle smile, understanding the mix of emotions swirling within his friend. "I promise, Storm, I will explain everything once we reach my home. There's much to discuss, and I want to ensure we have the privacy and comfort."

Storm nodded, though his curiosity continued to gnaw at him. "Alright, Aiden. But I can't deny that my mind is racing with questions. I hope you can shed some light on this mystery soon."

Aiden smiled, grateful for Storm's unwavering trust. "Thank you, Storm. We'll navigate this journey together, uncovering the truth and facing whatever challenges lie ahead. And remember, no matter the outcome, you're still a valued member of our village, regardless of your form."

With those words of reassurance, the carriage continued on its path, carrying Aiden and Storm toward an unknown future filled with drama and the potential for incredible discoveries. 

CHAPTER 2

Exactly one day ago,

The sun began to set, casting an orange hue over the impoverished and violent region of Moose Village, the northern region. In the midst of this turmoil, an unknown teenage girl named Maya ventured out into the surrounding wilderness to gather fruits and herbs. Her father, a brilliant scientist working under Spolkerdose, was gravely ill, and her young sister, Lily, stayed at home to keep him company. 

Maya roamed the forest, her senses heightened with caution. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and she couldn't shake off a lingering unease. With each step, she felt an inexplicable feeling that something bad is happening. Determined to gather enough resources for her family, she quickened her pace, skilfully navigating the terrain. 

As she approached the northern area, her heart sank. Smoke billowed into the sky, carrying with it the acrid scent of burning homes. Panic coursed through her veins, and her instincts kicked into overdrive. She darted through the chaotic streets, narrowly avoiding the clutches of desperate looters and the menacing figures clad in black that seemed to be everywhere. 

As Maya reached her humble abode, her steps faltered. The front door hung open, swinging ominously in the evening breeze, and her sick father and little sister nowhere to be found in the bedroom. Her heart raced with a mix of dread and disbelief. She cautiously navigated the dimly lit house, her senses on high alert. The sound of shuffling footsteps and the clinking of metal echoed from the rooms within. Her heart pounding in her ears, Maya hid behind a tattered curtain, peeking into the main living area. There, she saw them—the unknown men in black, ruthlessly tearing apart her home in search of something. Fear gripped her as she realized they must be the ones responsible for her family's disappearance. 

With tears streaming down her face, Maya knew she had to escape. She had to find a safe place to hide, a place where the men in black couldn't reach her. Her only refuge seemed to lie in the mountain areas of Moose Village. Desperation fuelled her movements as she sprinted through the streets, ignoring her surrounding. 

The air grew cooler as she ascended higher into the mountains, her legs aching with every step. Finally, she stumbled upon an abandoned house.

 "A relic of a forgotten time?" she mumbled under her breath.

The door creaked as she cautiously pushed it open, stepping into the eerie silence within. Moonlight filtered through the cracked windows, casting an ethereal glow on the dust-covered furniture. Maya collapsed onto a threadbare bed, her chest heaving with exhaustion and fear. She clutched her trembling hands together, praying for her father and sister's safety. Maya vowed to uncover the truth behind her family's disappearance and confront the enigmatic men in black who had plunged her life into chaos.

Back in the present… Aiden unlocked the weathered front door of his house, pushing it open to reveal a dimly lit interior. The musty smell of neglect permeated the air as he and Storm stepped inside. Aiden's gaze swept over the disarrayed living room, cluttered with stacks of papers and books. 

"Please excuse the mess," Aiden said apologetically, glancing around the room. "I've been away for some time, and it seems my house has fallen into disarray."

Storm nodded understandingly, his eyes scanning the room with curiosity. He took a seat on the worn-out sofa, and Aiden settled down across from him, his face etched with concern.

"During my absence, a tragic event occurred," Aiden began, his voice sombre. "A fire broke out in the northern side of the village, engulfing several homes and causing immense destruction. Many people lost their lives, and others went missing."

Storm's eyes widened, his heart sinking at the news. "That's terrible. What could have caused such a devastating fire?"

Aiden sighed, his gaze fixed on the floor. "That's what we're trying to determine. But what's even more concerning is that when they investigated the homes of the missing individuals, we discovered a chilling pattern. They all had one thing in common - Dogs."

Storm's eyes widened as he listened, a peculiar sense of familiarity stirring within him. He could feel fragments of distant memories flickering in his mind, like fleeting glimpses of a forgotten past. "Dogs..." Storm mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I was a dog too and also…"

Aiden's eyes widened, realization dawning on him as he looked at Storm. "Also what? Storm, do you remember anything? Anything that could shed light on what's happening?"

 In a hazy swirl of images, he found himself viewing the world through the eyes of a human. He heard screams, felt the scorching heat of flames, and saw figures dressed in black, wielding dart guns.

"I... I remember," Storm said, his voice laced with a mix of astonishment and confusion. "I was there, in a house engulfed in flames. There were men in black clothing, holding dart guns. After that, it all went blank."

Aiden leaned forward, his expression a blend of concern and determination. "Storm, these memories... they're significant. They connect you to the events unfolding in our village. We need to find out the truth behind the fire and the missing people. And we must uncover the connection between your past and the present circumstances."

As Aiden's stomach emitted a low growl, both he and Storm chuckled, realizing that it was time to satisfy their hunger, even if it meant settling for something less than appetizing. 

"We didn't get to eat or meal in the hall today because of the situation", said AIden.

The scent of mouldy bread and dry herbs filled the air as they approached Aiden's bedroom. Storm wrinkled his nose at the less-than-ideal aroma, but hunger made them both disregard it. They were willing to overlook the unpleasantness for the sake of filling their empty stomachs.

Their plans were momentarily disrupted. A girl lay motionless on the bed. Her presence startled them, and they exchanged glances of confusion and concern.

The girl lying on the bed appeared to be in her late teens. Her long, tousled hair cascaded around her face, which was adorned with delicate features. Her attire spoke of a life on the move, with tattered clothing that bore signs of wear and tear. The fabric was stained and frayed, suggesting that she had weathered many hardships and faced countless challenges. Though her posture was relaxed, it was evident that she carried the weight of her experiences, a burden that had shaped her into the person she had become.

Storm approached cautiously, sniffing the air for any signs of danger or unusual scents. He detected no immediate threat, but his instincts urged him to remain vigilant. Aiden joined him, observing the girl with a mix of curiosity and worry.

The girl's face was peaceful, her breathing steady and serene. Her dishevelled hair hinted at a journey filled with hardship and exhaustion. It seemed that the girl had been seeking shelter, perhaps even using Aiden's home as a temporary refuge. However, the circumstances surrounding her presence remained a mystery.

Aiden's hunger momentarily forgotten, he leaned closer to get a better look at the girl. Questions raced through his mind—Who was she? What had brought her here? His concern deepened, and he wondered if she needed help or protection. 

Deciding to respect her privacy, Aiden and Storm retreated from the room, closing the door quietly. They exchanged a mix of whispered words and gestures, unsure of what to do next. They rummaged through the kitchen, gathering whatever they could find. Mouldy bread, though unappetizing, was still edible, and they paired it with tea. It wasn't the meal they had envisioned, but it would have to suffice.

With the makeshift meal prepared, they returned to the room. Carefully, they placed the tray of food on a nearby table, leaving it within her reach. Their intention was to ensure that when she woke, she would find nourishment waiting for her. As they stepped back, their hearts felt lighter. Though they had yet to exchange a single word with the girl, a sense of compassion and empathy bound them to her. They silently hoped that their small act of kindness would offer her some comfort in this unknown and perilous world.

As the girl slowly regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes filled with a mix of fear and confusion. The dim light of the room danced on her face, casting shadows that mirrored the turmoil within her. Startled by the presence of Aiden and Storm, Maya's instincts kicked in, and her body tensed up in defence. The flickering flame of a primal instinct ignited as she clutched her knife tightly, ready to protect herself at all costs. The world had taught her to be wary, to trust no one.

Aiden and Storm, recognizing the need to defuse the situation, raised their hands slowly, palms open and facing outward, their faces displaying a genuine concern. Their voices were calm yet persuasive, their words carefully chosen to convey their intentions.

"We mean you no harm," Aiden spoke softly, his voice laced with compassion. "We found you here in my bedroom, unconscious. We only want to help."

Storm, sensing Maya's hostility, approached with caution, his eyes reflecting empathy and understanding. He spoke softly, his voice carrying the weight of his own troubled past. "We understand your fear. We've experienced darkness ourselves. But right now, we'll hear you out on your story."

Maya's grip on the knife tightened, her heart pounding in her chest. She warily studied their faces, searching for any signs of deception. Slowly, their sincerity began to seep through the cracks of her defences, thawing the ice around her heart.

Reluctantly, Maya loosened her grip on the knife, her trembling fingers releasing their tight hold. Her gaze locked onto Aiden and Storm, their faces displaying a genuine concern that she struggled to comprehend. Tentatively, she took a step back, creating some distance between them.

"My name is Maya," she finally whispered, her voice a delicate thread of vulnerability. "Last night, a group of men in black figures attacked our home. They took my sick father and my innocent little sister, and then they set our house ablaze, reducing everything to ashes."

Aiden and Storm exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes speaking volumes as they shared an unspoken understanding. Storm took a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal his own past, as he knew it held a connection to Maya's predicament.

Storm began, his voice steadies yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Maya, there is something about me that you should know. Aiden found me in the Spokewoods forest, but I wasn't always a human, I was a dog."

Maya's eyes widened in astonishment, her gaze shifting between Storm and Aiden. The revelation seemed surreal, and she struggled to comprehend the implications of Storm's words. A mix of curiosity and disbelief filled her voice as she responded.

Maya: You were... a dog? How is that even possible?

Storm nodded, a hint of melancholy crossing his features as he began to recount his extraordinary transformation.

"It's a strange and inexplicable tale, Maya. I only remembering being in the Spokewoods forest with no memories of my past, no recollection at all. Aiden discovered me as a canine, and together we embarked on a journey to uncover the truth." Storm said.

Maya's gaze softened, a glimmer of empathy shining in her eyes. She could sense the depth of Storm's experience. That must have been incredibly difficult for you, Storm, to lose your memories. But how did you remember? How did you regain your memories?

Storm looked at Maya, he took a deep breath, summoning the fragment of memory that haunted him. "Maya, I only have a small fragment of the past that I can recall. It's hazy, like a distant dream, but it's filled with chaos and fear. I remember being in a burning house, surrounded by men in black. Their presence was ominous, their intentions unclear. The screams and cries of others echoed in my ears, and then everything went blank."

Storm's revelation left Maya stunned. The similarity between Storm's fragmented memory and her own recent experience was uncanny. She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. "Storm, your description... it's eerily similar to what happened to me. The burning house, the men in black... it's like we've been caught in the same nightmare. But why? What do they want from us?"

Aiden, sensing Maya's shock and confusion, stepped forward and extended a comforting hand. "Maya, I know this is overwhelming, but please understand that you're not alone in this. Storm and I have dedicated ourselves to uncovering the truth behind these men in black. We believe that by joining forces, combining our knowledge and experiences, we can find the answers we seek."

Maya's eyes darted between Storm and Aiden, searching for reassurance and finding a glimmer of hope. "It's... it's a lot to take in, but I can't deny that something inexplicable is happening. If there's a chance that we can solve each other's problems and put an end to this madness, then count me in. I won't stand idly by while my family is taken from me and innocent lives are destroyed."

Storm nodded in agreement, a sense of camaraderie forming between the three of them. "Maya, we'll get to the bottom of this mystery, find your family and regain my memories. We'll track them down, expose their dark deeds, and make sure they pay for the pain they've inflicted. I'll stand by your side, ready to execute the most brutal justice that will make them regret ever crossing our paths."

Maya's gaze shifted from Storm to Aiden, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. "Where do we start? How do we even begin to unravel this." she asked, her voice tinged with urgency.

Aiden, always quick to take action, stepped forward, his expression resolute. "We need more information, Maya. We need to gather any clues, any leads that could point us in the right direction. Maya, do you know of anyone who had a close relationship with your father, someone who might have insights into his recent activities?"

Maya's eyes flickered, "There's a craftsman named Jack. He worked alongside my father for years and knew him better than anyone. If anyone has an idea of what my father might have been involved in, it would be him. I think that would be a great start."

Storm's gaze locked with Maya's, a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes. "Where does Jack live?" he asked.

Maya hesitated for a moment, her mind searching for the answer. " Jack lives in a place called Vile Hive. It's a small, secluded region located in the neighbouring city of Vishnar, some distance away from Spokewoods forest."

Aiden's brows furrowed with concern. "Vile Hive? That doesn't sound like a friendly place. Are you sure it's safe for us to go there?"

Maya replied, "I understand your concern, but Jack is the best lead we have. He's trustworthy, and if anyone can help us, it's him. Besides, if we want answers, we can't afford to back down now. We have to face whatever challenges come our way."

Storm, ever the silent observer, interjected, his voice calm yet resolute. "Maya is right. We can't let fear deter us."

Aiden replied, "OK, but, before we head on to Vishnar, we need to make some necessary preparations. We can't afford to go in unprepared."

Maya and Storm agreed, understanding the importance of planning ahead. Aiden outlined their immediate tasks, ensuring they covered all the essential aspects.

"First," Aiden began, "we need to gather information about Vile Hive and its surroundings. We should research any potential dangers, notable figures, or rumoured secrets within the area. Knowledge is our greatest weapon."

Aiden suggested that they go to the village library to gather the information they needed. However, a question lingered in their minds—how would they gain access to the library after hours? Maya, always resourceful, had a solution.

"I know the library clerk, Mr. Jenkins," Maya said. "He owes me a favour from a few months back. I'm certain he'll be willing to help us."

Aiden nodded, satisfied with the plan. "Since it's already night, we should rest and start as soon as the sun rises tomorrow. We'll be fresh and ready."

The trio found themselves in need of rest before their journey. Maya, with her fiery and independent spirit, declared, "No offence, boys, but I'm not sharing a room with either of you. I need my space!"

Aiden chuckled, understanding Maya's explosive personality. "Fair enough. Storm and I can take somewhere else. We'll make do."

Storm, the Stoic, went along with the plan. However, his innocent remark about attractiveness unwittingly offended Maya, who was known for her quick temper.

"What did you just say, Storm?" Maya exclaimed, her eyes narrowing with a fiery glare. She reached for the nearest object, which happened to be a hefty book. Aiden and Storm found themselves caught off guard by Maya's reaction, which escalated into a hilarious display of her explosive powers. Maya launched it towards Storm with astonishing force. The book collided with Storm's head, creating a comically exaggerated blast that blew a hole in Aiden's wall.

 Oh, would you look at that! Maya, the master of surprises, decided to flex her hidden talents. With a twinkle in her eye, she disappeared from sight, leaving poor Aiden and Storm utterly flabbergasted. Their enhanced senses proved no match for Maya's mischievous powers. They couldn't see a thing as she triumphantly claimed her spot on the bed, hidden from view. The boys exchanged puzzled glances, wondering how they ended up rooming with a magician instead of a fellow adventurer. This unexpected turn of events left them in stitches, contemplating what other tricks Maya had in store for them.

 And so, Aiden and Storm found themselves embracing the cosy comfort of the couch. With a playful nod and a shared laughter, they made themselves comfortable, ready to spend the night in the most unconventional way. Who needs a bed when you have a trusty old couch, right? They made a pact to cherish the comedic mishaps of their journey, finding solace in the fact that laughter would always be their constant companion, even in the most peculiar sleeping arrangements.

From the other room,

"Oi, you two knuckleheads! Where's my secret stash of treats!?" 

…

CHAPTER 3

The next morning, the sun cast its warm glow through the windows, signalling the start of a new day. Aiden and Storm awoke from their makeshift slumber on the couch, stretching and yawning as they tried to shake off the lingering effects of an uncomfortable night's sleep.

They headed to the room to find Maya already waiting, a mischievous grin still playing on her lips. 

"Good morning, sleepyheads," Maya greeted, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Did you two enjoy your cosy night on the couch?"

Aiden and Storm exchanged groggy smiles, still trying to wake up fully. "Well, let's just say it was an experience," Aiden replied, rubbing his neck.

"Indeed, it was an adventure in itself," Storm chuckled.

Maya replied, "Well, I hope you're ready for more adventures today because we have a lot to accomplish. But first, let's grab some breakfast. I'm starving!"

The trio made their way to a nearby café, where they indulged in a hearty meal, fuelling themselves for the tasks ahead. Over plates of steaming pancakes and cups of freshly brewed coffee, they discussed their plan for the day.

"Alright," Aiden began, his voice filled with determination. "First, we need to head to the village library and gather information about Vile Hive."

"We should also gather some supplies for the journey. It's better to be well-prepared than to face unexpected challenges empty-handed," Storm suggested.

With their plan in place, the trio finished their breakfast and set off towards the village library.

Upon reaching the library, they were greeted by the familiar face of Mr. Jenkins, the clerk Maya had mentioned earlier. He welcomed them warmly, grateful for the opportunity to repay Maya's favour.

"Good to see you, Maya," Mr. Jenkins said, his spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose. "How can I assist you today?"

Maya smiled appreciatively. "We're looking for information about Vile Hive and its surroundings. Anything you have on the history, notable figures, or even rumours would be helpful."

They discovered that Vile Hive was indeed a secluded region known for its enigmatic reputation. It was said to be home to a diverse group of craftsmen, artists, and inventors, living in a tightly-knit community hidden from prying eyes. The region's seclusion made it a breeding ground for creativity and innovation, but it also attracted its fair share of secrets and mysteries. There was one rule you should not break, and that's ask questions about…. To which the page faded out.

As they delved deeper into their research, they came across mentions of Jack, the craftsman who had worked alongside Maya's father. According to the accounts, Jack was renowned for his craftsmanship and had a deep understanding of arcane knowledge. He was known to be reclusive but highly respected within the community.

The man, who had been browsing the nearby bookshelves, approached the trio with an inquisitive look on his face. He was tall, with a rugged appearance and a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice laced with a slight accent. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about gathering information for a journey. Are you adventurers in need of assistance?"

Aiden, Maya, and Storm exchanged glances, slightly taken aback by the man's sudden intrusion. However, they were always open to new alliances and potential sources of help. Aiden stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting. "Yes, we are embarking on a quest and could use some guidance. My name is Aiden, and these are my companions, Maya and Storm."

The man shook Aiden's hand firmly. "I am Roderick. I have travelled these lands extensively and have knowledge of the best places to acquire supplies for your journey. If you allowed me, I could assist you in procuring what you need."

"What do you propose, Roderick? We appreciate any assistance you can offer,"

 Maya asked.

Roderick's gaze shifted between the group members, his expression serious yet determined. "I can provide you with valuable information about the current happenings in the village, but I have one condition. I need you to deliver a sealed envelope to Garret, the merchant in town. It's of utmost importance that you do not open it or tamper with its contents."

As Maya and Storm listened to Roderick's proposition, a wave of tension washed over them. Maya's eyes narrowed, and Storm's grip tightened. Their defensive instincts kicked in upon hearing that Roderick had knowledge of the village's current affairs. 

Maya's voice laced with suspicion, she confronted Roderick, "How do you know what's happening in the village? Who are you, really?"

As Maya and Storm listened to Roderick's proposition, a wave of tension washed over them. Maya's eyes narrowed, and Storm's grip tightened on his weapon. Their defensive instincts kicked in upon hearing that Roderick had knowledge of the village's current affairs.

Maya's voice laced with suspicion, she confronted Roderick, "How do you know what's happening in the village? Who are you, really?"

Storm's brows furrowed, "We've been careful to keep our mission discreet. How did you come across this information?"

Aiden interject, "Maya, Storm, let's not jump to conclusions. Roderick may have his reasons for being informed. Remember, we're in need of information, and he might be our best chance at finding some answers for now."

 Maya's fiery gaze softened slightly, but caution still lingered in her voice. "Aiden, I understand, but we've encountered our fair share of people with hidden agendas. We need to be careful."

Aiden placed a reassuring hand on Maya's shoulder and whispered to her. "I agree, Maya. Trust doesn't come easy, but we have to consider the possibilities, and we need all the help we can get. Let's hear him out and decide from there."

Roderick, understanding their concerns. "I appreciate your caution, and I assure you that my intentions are sincere. The information I possess can guide you on your journey, helping you navigate the challenges ahead. Trust takes time, and I'm willing to earn it. All I need is someone to guide me to Tavern."

Aiden addressed Roderick, his voice firm. "We'll accompany you to Tavern as planned. Share the information you have, and we'll assess the situation from there. But know this: our mission takes priority, and if at any point we suspect deception or danger, we will not hesitate to withdraw."

Roderick nodded solemnly. "Understood. I value your caution and will be transparent in sharing what I know."

Aiden raised a question, "Before we move on, I'd like to know your purpose for going to Tavern. Isn't it a criminal heavy section in Avalora. Yet again, we have to pass that area before we get to where we're going."

Roderick came off clean, he slips out a mail from his stash, "I need to deliver this to Garret, a famous scientist. I asked for you guys to accompany me because of content in this package contain in it. Not even I know what's in it. I was trusted by 'Him' to safety deliver this to Garret."

Storm asked, "Who is, Him?"

So many questions, sigh. I've never seen Him's face, or heard Him's voice. He sent his loyal slave with the message to deliver to me… that's all I know."

Storm followed up, "So why you, why did he send you instead of that loyal slave?" 

Roderick simply shrugged his shoulders.

Maya, unable to contain her frustration any longer, felt a surge of anger coursing through her veins. Without warning, she launched herself at Roderick, her fist poised to strike him with all the pent-up pressure from his evasive answers.

However, in the blink of an eye, Storm's swift reflexes kicked in. He moved with incredible speed, catching Maya's hands just moments before her fist collided with Roderick's face. The room froze in a tense silence as Storm held Maya firmly, preventing any harm from befalling Roderick.

Storm's voice commanding. "Calm down, Maya!" Maya's eyes burned with fury.

Roderick, visibly shaken by Maya's outburst,"'Him' is a powerful figure who operates behind the scenes, and his identity is shrouded in secrecy. As for why I was chosen, I have a particular set of skills and connections that made me a suitable courier. But I assure you, my intentions are not malicious."

Maya, still simmering with frustration, spoke through gritted teeth. "We need more than just assurances, Roderick. We need transparency and trust if we're going to continue."

Roderick nodded, his expression grave. "The package holds crucial information that could potentially alter the course of events in our world. It is essential that it reaches Garret without interference or tampering. My role is to ensure its safe delivery, and your presence is to provide additional protection. And also, what this package holds, might help you all with your questions."

Storm released his grip on Maya's hands, allowing her to step back, though her wariness remained. Aiden's voice cut through the tension, his gaze fixed on Roderick. "We will continue with our original plan for now. But know this, Roderick—if we sense any betrayal or danger, I won't hesitate to pummel your corpus into human paste!"