In a quiet village surrounded by ancient woods, people spoke of The Night Wolf — a silent protector with glowing silver eyes, said to appear when darkness threatened.
One night, when the moon was high, a sinister shadow crept toward the village.
Amara, a brave young girl,
sensed the danger and ventured into the forest.
Silver eyes appeared in the darkness.
“The village is in danger,” Amara whispered.
The Night Wolf, a powerful guardian, emerged, ready for battle. Creatures of shadow surged forward, but the wolf fought fiercely, its growls echoing through the night.
Then came the Shadow King.
Stronger than the others, the king of darkness nearly overwhelmed the Night Wolf.
But Amara, remembering her grandmother’s ancient chant, called upon the light.
A beam of silver light struck the Night Wolf.
With renewed strength, the wolf delivered a final, crushing blow, banishing the darkness.
As dawn broke, the Night Wolf faded into the shadows once more.
“The light is strongest where the night is darkest,” echoed softly in Amara’s mind.
Though unseen, the Night Wolf’s watchful eyes still guard the village — waiting, ready to return..
One night, when the moon was high, a sinister shadow crept toward the village.
Amara, a brave young girl,
sensed the danger and ventured into the forest.
Silver eyes appeared in the darkness.
“The village is in danger,” Amara whispered.
The Night Wolf, a powerful guardian, emerged, ready for battle. Creatures of shadow surged forward, but the wolf fought fiercely, its growls echoing through the night.
Then came the Shadow King.
Stronger than the others, the king of darkness nearly overwhelmed the Night Wolf.
But Amara, remembering her grandmother’s ancient chant, called upon the light.
A beam of silver light struck the Night Wolf.
With renewed strength, the wolf delivered a final, crushing blow, banishing the darkness.
As dawn broke, the Night Wolf faded into the shadows once more.
“The light is strongest where the night is darkest,” echoed softly in Amara’s mind.
Though unseen, the Night Wolf’s watchful eyes still guard the village — waiting, ready to return..
