Episode 8
A crimson light streaked across the night sky, trailing smoke and fire. It struck just beyond the old quarry and shook the ground for miles.
But it wasn’t a meteor.
Rudolph and Sunny stood at the crater’s edge the next morning. What they saw made Kito’s fur bristle: a shard of twisted silver stone, humming low and hungry, sunken into the earth like a tooth from a god’s jaw.
Kito whispered, “That’s not from here. And it’s not dead.”
The Foundry’s Gambit
The Fallen Makers emerged the next night. Dozens. Their leader is now revealed:
Eris Bell had shed her false charm. Her eyes burned like embered coal. At her side: a new weapon—the Broken Star—hovering in a containment orb, pulsing with dimensional energy.
“It fell for us,” she said to the town, “to finish what your ancestors feared. We don’t need to slip between veils anymore. We’ll pull the other side through. Merge the worlds. Reforge existence.”
Rudolph stepped forward.
“You’ll destroy this place.”
Eris smiled. “Or remake it better. You don’t know the cost of clinging to small things, child. But you will.”
Sunny’s Song
As Eris spoke, something rose inside Sunny—an ache, like a remembered name.
And then: music.
Not sung aloud, but felt—a harmonic call, buried in her blood. Words in a tongue that tasted like rain and thunder.
The shard reacted.
The Broken Star screamed.
It pulsed violently, distorting air, pulling at the edges of reality.
Eris faltered. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t know,” Sunny said, but her voice echoed twice—once in the world, once in the between. Kito’s jaw dropped. “She’s not just a singer… she’s a Veilbearer.”
The Battle Begins
The town became a battleground of magic and will.
Rudolph, empowered by the Lantern, traced glowing patterns in the air, weaving wards and traps. Each spell wasn’t just power—it was understanding, precision, truth.
Kito took the form of a winged lion, holding off a squad of Foundry enforcers.
Minerva stood in the bell tower, calling the old Makers’ spirits to shield the town.
And Sunny—
Sunny walked straight into the chaos, her voice rising in a song no one had heard in centuries.
The melody unspooled like a tapestry: calming the Star, quieting its madness. Drawing it down. Until—
A shadow from within the shard lunged.
The Choice
Rudolph had a split second.
He could use the forge-magic to destroy the shard entirely, risking a rupture in the veil.
Or trust Sunny to bind it, harmonize its chaos into something new.
His father’s voice echoed from memory:
“Creation over destruction, son. Always.”
He nodded to her.
Sunny sang one final, trembling note.
The shard shattered—not violently, but like a cocoon—revealing a core of light that floated upward, then vanished, the veil rippling gently behind it.
Eris collapsed. Her magic broken.
Aftermath
The Foundry scattered.
Rudolph was named Keeper of the Boundary by the town, an ancient title long lost.
And Sunny—Her voice was different now. Still hers, but richer. She could see music, thread it into objects, into healing. She had become a bridge between worlds.
To be Continued….
Brufay 
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