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The looming Castern's Oak stood cold and ancient before Aurora as she stepped into the Fae Grove, the ancient standing stones that marked its boundary passing behind her with a scratching whisper against her jacket. The grove was just as Eva had described from her research notes—extraterrestrial in its nature yet deceptively normal at first glance. Trees with bark like silver seemed to absorb the moonlight instead of reflecting it, and wildflowers blazed with color even in the darkest corners of the Richmond Park. Aurora pulled her wool coat tighter, the chill seeping through the thick fabric despite the mild night. The Heartstone Pendant rested heavy against her collarbone, its crimson jewel catching the faint light, pulsing with a warmth that seemed to vibration through her entire body. According to Eva's research, this was the place—a hidden clearing between Earth and the Fae realm where guests frequently disappeared. Evidently, not all stories of missing persons were baseless, as her case work had revealed. But she hadn't come merely for curiosity or professional interest. The prefix Evan—the one she'd left behind in Cardiff—had been spotted near this park. The trails leading to this grove were too coincidental to ignore. He'd disappeared just as she'd received her strange instructions about the Heartstone Pendant, connecting two unnerving threads in her charmed, but recently complex life. As she moved deeper into the grove, the ambient sounds of London—the distant hum of traffic, the occasional wail of a siren—seemed to warp, then fade into an unsettling quiet punctuated by sounds that didn't belong. In the distance, just beyond her vision, twigs cracked against one another, not from the wind, but from deliberate movement. It reminded her of the skittering behind the walls of her flat above Silas' bar, a noise that induced an unsettling crawl on her skin too many nights after she'd moved to London. "Hello?" she called, her voice startlingly loud in the strange silence. "Evan? Is that you?" The name hung in the air between the trees, awaiting a response that didn't come. Instead, the chilling silence grew thicker, pressing in from all sides. The Heartstone on her necklace began a more pronounced pulsing, its warmth spreading across her chest, her collarbone. She'd need to remember, though the instructions were clear, not to remove the pendant until she completed her purpose. Time felt different here, as Eva had documented. Each step forward seemed to stretch into eternity as if the grove itself was playing with her perception, testing her. The wildflowers seemed to glow faintly from within, casting sickly shadows that twisted unnaturally along the forest floor. There, at the edge of her vision, something moved—a flicker of motion too fast to identify clearly. She whipped her head around, catching only a glimpse of something dark and undulating before it melted into the shadows. The fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her architectural brown eyes scanned the darkness, trying to make sense of what they could barely see. "I know you're watching me," she said, her voice calmer than she felt, even to herself. "Show yourself." The woods responded to her challenge with an intensified quiet, as if the grove itself held its breath. Then, from ahead, came a rustling followed by the distinct sound of footsteps, too light to be human, but with a pattern too steady to be an animal. Pacing. Waiting. Aurora reached into her jacket pocket, not for a weapon but for her small smartphone, logging the details automatically. Too "tech-savvy" had nearly killed her in Cardiff when the abuse became unbelievable. This time, she was tracking all her movements. The wildflowers began to sway, not from wind but from beneath the ground, as if something beneath the earth itself was shifting restless. The Heartstone pulse became more insistent, now a steady throb against her skin. It grew lighter, too—Eva's notes had mentioned something about its reaction to threats in this realm. Suddenly, the creatures emerged from the darkness, not in droves, but one by one, stepping gracefully between the trees. They had the form of humans, but their movements were fluid, inhuman, like water taking a definable shape only to flow again moments later. Their skin had a patina of silver, reflecting the moonlight even as the shadows seemed to cling around their limbs like loose-fitting robes. They had no hair, but their heads seemed to absorb light in a way that made their faces impossible to recognize, each profile shifting from handsome to grotesque in rapid succession. Aurora's heart thumped heavily in her chest, but her training held firm as her memories catapulted her back to the lantern-lit alley in Cardiff where she'd had to explain to a uniformed copper why she ran with her freedom rather than her shoes. "Don't you have questions?" she asked, voice steady, hoping to stall, to understand. She had a purpose here, and she couldn't fulfill it paralyzed by fear. The lead creature cocked its head, the motion unnaturally smooth. Whether she had questions, it seemed irrelevant. The Heartstone's pulsing increased, now visible as a faint crimson glow against her jacket. The creature reached out a hand, fingers too long, curled unnaturally, and beckoned her forward. Aurora looked around, the grove feeling less like a clearing and more like a trap. The wildflowers continued their unsettling undulation. The standing stones that marked the entrance gleamed in the distance, her only possible escape, but they seemed much farther away now than they had before. He came here, she told herself, thinking of Evan. But what if he hadn't come willingly? The grove didn't feel like the kind of place that played by human rules. "Please," she said, a genuine request leveled at the faceless being before her. "I'm looking for someone. Did he come through here? A man. Short. Messy brown hair." The creature tilting its head again, and then its face—if it could be called that—twisted into what Aurora could only interpret as recognition. It raised its hand, and instead of fingernails, dark tendrils withdrew from the shadows at its command, four of them, reaching for her. Aurora took a step back, her mind racing. How had Evan survived this? Or had he? The Heartstone was warm against her, pulsing in time with her own racing heart. She remembered Eva's instructions: touch the creature with the stone when she found him—that was the only way to see if he was still connected to this world. Another creature stepped forward, now from her side. Aurora was surrounded, hemmed in by shifting shadows that spoke of hungry things. The grove seemed to darken around her, and time stretched—those minutes since her entry feeling like hours. "Alright," she whispered to herself, straightening her spine, a small gesture controlled by a person who refused to crumble. Her father had instilled that in her during law school, talking her through cases where the cards seemed stacked against them. She reached for the Heartstone, fingers brushing against its warm surface. Then, movement from a different direction—a flash of white. Before she could even register it as a threat, something struck the ground between her and the shadow creatures, erupting in a shower of light. For a moment, the clearing was illuminated as if by several suns, and in that blinding moment, she saw Evanков—he looked thin, his clothes hanging loosely, but alive, his eyes wide with terror, hands cupped as if begging for mercy..Integer. (@x310) The Heartstone glowed hot against her, now piercingly bright against the white light. The creatures shrank back from the illumination, hissing like steam, their forms flickering like old film stock. Evan opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Aurora took another step back, closer to where she remembered the exit, watching her former flame surrounded by nightmare creations that didn't quite know what to do without the clues they lacked. The light began to fade, revealing the creatures as they prepared to overcome her once more, the exhaustion in her limbs contrasting starkly with the situation. This looked too much like the alley to miss the crucial details—Evan hadn't come here to be saved, but rather as bait. With that realization, cold clarity settled over her fear like a blanket of ice. The exit lay taller now, that scatter of stones no longer welcoming her home but closing in upon her. She thrust out her hand, the Heartstone indicating a way of escape—any way, and used all the momentum her body could muster.