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Chapter 5: The Boy Chosen by the Forest
The fire burned softly.
Denver Joe sat still.
He could not look away.
Old Maro’s voice grew calm and deep.
“This happened long ago,” he said.
“In a place far from this island.”
“A forest called Kallivana.”
The world seemed to change.
The sound of the sea faded.
The firelight flickered…
And the story began.
Kallivana was alive.
Not just with trees and animals—
But with magic.
Tall trees stretched high into the sky. Their leaves shimmered in shades of green and gold. Soft lights floated in the air, glowing gently like tiny stars.
The wind moved slowly.
As if it was watching.
Deep inside the forest, a boy ran along a narrow path.
His name was Tom.
He was not dressed like a prince.
He did not carry a sword.
He was just a simple boy.
But his eyes were bright.
And his heart was brave.
“Tom, wait!” a voice called from above.
A large owl flew down and landed on a branch.
It was Howley Owl.
“I told you not to run alone,” Howley said.
Tom stopped and smiled.
“I’m not alone,” he said.
“I have you.”
Howley blinked.
“That is not the same thing,” he replied.
A soft sound came from behind.
Hoofbeats.
Light… but strong.
A small horse stepped forward.
It was Bella.
She looked small—but her muscles were firm, and her eyes shone with power.
“You both worry too much,” Tom said.
Bella snorted gently.
“And you do not worry enough,” she replied.
Suddenly…
The wind stopped.
The forest became silent.
Too silent.
Tom looked around.
“Do you feel that?” he asked.
Howley spread his wings slightly.
“Yes,” he said.
“Something is watching.”
A soft whisper moved through the trees.
“Come…”
Tom froze.
His heart skipped a beat.
“That voice…” he said slowly.
“I’ve heard it before.”
At that moment—
A strange warmth spread across his wrist.
Tom looked down.
A faint mark appeared on his skin.
A small glowing symbol.
It shone softly.
Just for a second.
Then faded.
Tom stared at his hand.
“What… was that?” he whispered.
Howley flew closer.
“I have seen this before,” he said quietly.
“Long ago.”
Bella stepped beside Tom.
“That mark,” she said, “is not given to everyone.”
Tom looked confused.
“What does it mean?”
Before anyone could answer—
A beam of soft golden light appeared between the trees.
It grew brighter.
Stronger.
Calling them forward.
Howley turned his head slowly.
“That light…” he said.
“It comes from the Queen.”
Tom took a step forward.
Then another.
The mark on his wrist glowed again.
This time… a little brighter.
Far away…
On Sun Island…
Denver Joe sat near the fire.
His hand suddenly grew warm.
He looked down quickly.
The same mark flickered on his wrist.
For a brief moment.
Then disappeared.
Denver Joe’s eyes widened.
Old Maro continued the story.
But now…
It no longer felt like just a story.
Back in Kallivana…
Tom walked toward the golden light.
“This is it,” he said.
“How do you know?” Howley asked.
Tom looked ahead.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“But it feels like I’ve been here before.”
The light opened into a clearing.
And at its center…
A great palace made of living wood stood tall.
Golden vines wrapped around its towers.
Soft light flowed from its walls.
Bella lowered her head slightly.
“We have arrived,” she said.
Tom took a deep breath.
“Arrived… where?”
Howley looked at him.
“At the place,” he said,
“where your story truly begins.”

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