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Belle stepped out from the treeline to join her sister. Working together with steady hands, the sisters applied the healing salve to the creature's deep wound. As the herbs took effect, the beast let out a long, sighing breath of relief.

"They aren't human, Brooke," Belle whispered, her voice tight with a mix of fear and excitement. She pushed a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear and looked up. "And they are fresh. Whatever made these is less than an hour ahead of us." bc_brooke_belle_159

The creature tilted its massive head, the growl subsiding into a low rumble. It looked down at the fading Sunstone in its hands, then back at the small human brave enough to stand before it. Slowly, with a grace that defied its massive size, the beast lowered itself to the ground and extended its injured side toward Brooke. Belle stepped out from the treeline to join her sister

Brooke and Belle stood side by side, bathed in the restoring warmth of the Sunstone, knowing they had not only saved their village but had also made a friend in the deepest dark. "They aren't human, Brooke," Belle whispered, her voice

"Wait," Brooke commanded softly, catching Belle's wrist. She looked closely at the beast. It wasn't snarling or destroying the stone. It looked tired, desperate, and desperately sad. Brooke noticed a jagged, angry red scar running down the creature's side, weeping a dark, thick liquid. "It's hurt. It isn't stealing the light to destroy it; it's using the warmth to heal itself."

"We cannot afford to be timid now," Brooke said, forcing a bravery she did not entirely feel. "The fog is lifting. If we move fast, we can catch it before it reaches the Black Crag."

"We don't have to fight it to save our village," Brooke said, a plan forming in her mind. She reached into her own pack and pulled out a small wooden vial containing a glowing green paste made from crushed healing herbs and forest sap. "We help it heal, and then we ask for the stone back."