Pat The Badger

Previously

…Greg sat beside the daisy, watching the stars. The night was calm now, but he knew the calm would not last. The Keeper’s words echoed in his mind: Beneath your garden lies a root that connects to the heart of the Whispering Woods. He touched the root. It hummed softly, as if alive. Somewhere deep underground, the shadow waited. But Greg was not afraid. He had his friends, his garden, and a single bright daisy that had taught him that even the smallest light could push back the dark. As the moon began its slow descent, Greg closed his eyes. Tomorrow, they would follow the root into the unknown. But tonight, they had won.