When the Village Sleeps

Previously

…The village was quiet, too quiet. The usual murmur of evening life was absent, replaced by a hushed fear. Liam took a deep breath, the words of the journal echoing in his mind. The hum was fading. The roots were growing thin. The promise had been broken. And now, it was up to him to help Elara, and their village, remember how to sing. The weight of it settled upon his young shoulders, heavy but strangely invigorating. The boy who had always listened to stories was now about to become part of one, a story that would decide the fate of them all.