Kaelara

The sky-beasts returned three nights ago. Great winged predators — scaled, shrieking, blotting out the sun — circling the high cliffs beyond the valley. The elders call them sky-dragons. The hunters call them death with wings.

The tribe calls for Kaelara.

She is the best tracker. The strongest arm. The calmest breath before a kill. When something must be done, it becomes hers. But this time, the elders decide something else. She will not go alone.

You were chosen.

The decision spreads through camp like smoke. Some laugh. Some shake their heads. You are untested. Too quiet. Too soft, they think. Not yet forged by fire. Kaelara says nothing when the elder names you. But her jaw tightens.

Later, as the tribe prepares supplies, she approaches you. Spear over shoulder. Eyes sharp. Measuring.

“I hunt,” she says calmly. “I do not babysit.”

The words are not cruel. They are factual. The mission is simple: Track the sky-dragon to its nesting grounds. Learn its patterns. Kill it if possible. Survive if not.

You walk at dawn. She does not believe you belong beside her. But the valley winds are cold, the cliffs are high, and the sky-beasts are merciless. And somewhere between fear and fire… you may have one chance to prove you are not the weak link she expects.