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🍂 Promptober 2025 🍂

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Two weeks after the events of Shot in the Dark, Cliff is burying the bones of a vanquished banshee—when Sylvia interrupts. This free bonus chapter from Cliff's POV bridges his and Sylvia's relationship from the events in book one to Hunted in the Shadows (book two).

Our street team voted for a Cliff POV chapter by a landslide when asked, and we're so glad that idea won! 😍 We had a lot of fun writing this sweet short with some classic Cliff and Sylvia banter, and we're so excited to share it with you! ✨

Enjoy!!

SPOILORS FOR HEROES OF OLYMPUS

A Baldur's Gate Fanfiction

Keep moving forward, just keep moving forward. Over and over, she repeated that same phrase over and over in her head. She couldn't stop, she wouldn't stop. No, she didn't want to think what would happen if she stopped now, or worse if she turned back. So, Lorelai kept moving forward, tripping over roots, kicking up pebbles, and weaving through the long shoots of grass.

Her throat felt like it was coated with sand, every breath was beginning to hurt. She could feel her feet aching, having become numb to the cold and the constant abuse they were being put through as she made her way barefoot through the forest. 

Just... just keep moving, she pleaded to her body. 

Just a little further... just 

She sucked in a great breath of air, cool and crisp. It felt so good, so good to breathe fresh air. So much of her wanted to stop, to breathe it again and again, to enjoy the feeling. 

No, just keep going she berated herself. 

Don't stop... don't... don't.... 

She stopped. Not because her body wanted her to, she had already won that argument several times. No, she all but froze when up ahead she spotted light. Her fingers twitched anxiously as she slowly moved a few inches closer. With the little faith that she had, she pleaded with the gods that it wasn't what she thought it was, that it wasn't- 

"Hey! Give that back asshole!" bellowed a voice. 

Lorelai jumped, clamping a hand over her mouth. Her feet began to inch away as the voice continued to argue loudly. 

"And why should I?" 

Damnit! damn it all! Why, of all things, why did she have to stumble across a big folk camp? She let out a small whimper of frustration, running her hands through her tangled raven hair.

What was she supposed to do now? Both options laid in front of her filled her with dread. 

"You don't even need it!" 

Lorelai groaned, staying put wasn't an option either. Sooner or later, an animal would come across her bloodied scent, and she shivered at the thought of what would happen then.

Begrudgingly, she could only think of one way forward: to go around the camp and get some distance between her and it quickly. Though she wasn't sure she would be able to do anything fast in her current state. 

She inched forward, peering around the towering trees, trying to gauge where to go. This would have been so much easier if she could just make herself invisible, then her only worry would be to stay silent. As she slowly got closer, the arguing voices got louder. 

"What? So I can't simply indulge myself?" 

"But that's the last one! And I'm starving!" 

Maybe this was a blessing. The two seemed very preoccupied so maybe this was a sign that this was her opening to sneak past. She began to quicken her pace, keeping her path heading northwest. Through the tree line, she caught glimpses of the big folk's camp. It was a rather large one, she could make out the outline of several tents and a large campfire. She shook her head. Stop, who cared what it looked like? what mattered was leaving it behind. 

"Just hand it over Astarion. We all know you only want it because she wants it". 

Great, another voice and this one was trying to de-escalate the argument that had been acting as a distraction. She began to move a bit faster, still taking great lengths to be as silent as possible. 

There was a loud scoff, "Fine, now why don't you all leave me alone while I go look for a proper meal." 

Lorelai slowed as the camp went silent. She ever so meticulously maneuvered her way over and around roots and twigs when something happened that nearly made her heart stop.

The ground beneath her feet quivered and she could hear a great deal of rustling. She began to back away. The quaking continued, only getting more violent and louder by the second.  

Someone was coming. One of the big folks was making its way closer to her. 

Panic now seeping back into her, she whipped her head around feverishly, every second the footsteps getting closer and louder. She let out a low whimper as she desperately looked for somewhere, anywhere that would conceal her. 

Just when the being could only be a few feet away, Lorelai's eyes fell upon the roots of the nearest tree. They were decorated with webs and decaying moss, but she didn't care. She sprinted towards them, moving quickly to bury herself deeply within them. The approaching footsteps caused little bits of dirt to fall from above her and pepper her hair and face. Then, they stopped. 

She dared to poke her head out from behind a root, the sight of two huge dark leather boots making her instantly duck back into hiding. 

Please, oh please, please go away, she pleaded.

Whoever stood mere feet away from her began to sniff the air, like some sort of animal.

Lorelai clasped a hand over her mouth as she heard a satisfied exhale. Her heart began to pound loudly in her ears, her body trembled with anticipation. 

Go away, just go away! 

There was a thud that made Lorelai pounce where she sat. She wanted to let out a yelp, but she knew that would instantly reveal her. 

For what felt like an eternity, there was an unnerving silence. She couldn't even hear any breathing other than her own. 

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it. 

Long, pale fingers, maybe even paler than her own, began to snake their way closer. She sucked in a breath and pressed herself against the dirt and root wall, pleading that she would sink right into it and away from the approaching hand. 

When one touched her ankle, she couldn't help but scream as the rest quickly ensnared her legs and began dragging her out into the open. 

She kicked and clawed at both the fingers and the ground, trying to get away, but to no avail.

"I knew I smelled something peculiar".  

Lorelai froze at the ice-laced voice. Before she could stop herself, she turned her head upwards.

She felt a scream lodge itself in her throat as her eyes met two huge red ones. She had only heard tales and stories about humanoids who had red eyes, scary stories meant to keep children well behaved, but she never thought that such a creature was real. She believed vampires to be nothing more than scary stories.

It seemed she was wrong. 

The creature that used to haunt her nightmares as a child now had her pinned against the ground and was staring at her with a hungry glint in its eyes. 

She watched as its lips parted to reveal two fangs and it began to speak once again. 

"Although, you look a bit odd for a pixie. if that is what you are". 

Lorelai began to struggle beneath the pressure of the fingers holding her down, releasing desperate whimpers. 

"Suppose it doesn't matter, I'm sure you'll taste just as such". 

Her eyes became so wide she feared they would tumble out of her skull. Her heart threatened to burst right out of her rest as the fingers grasped around her legs once again and began to lift her off the ground in an almost purposeful slowness. 

No, no,no,no,no.no No! As she dangled upside down, she felt all hope leaving her. She watched as the ground began to shrink away and began begging for it all to hurry up and be over. 

She felt something slide within her pocket and something reignited itself within her. She wasn't going to die, not today, not if she could help it. 

Monster

Don't stop, Little Red. Lest the monster find you.

(blurry ver. under the cut)

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