The blast of golden light from the collar sent Umbros hurtling across the icy cavern. He tumbled into the shadows with a furious roar, vanishing behind a wall of shattered frost.
Turkey stood at the heart of the storm, fur crackling with energy. The collar floated just inches above his chest, its light dimming as the vision faded from his eyes.
Endless forests.
Glowing roots.
Ancient wolves.
And a broken throne, surrounded by flame.
It felt like a dream—until the cavern began to quake.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the walls. The pedestal split down the middle. A low, grinding rumble echoed from below.
“We need to GO!” the squirrel shrieked.
Turkey didn’t argue.
Together, they bolted from the chamber, racing through twisting tunnels as the Hollow Pines above began to shift again. This time, not just to trap them—but to bury them.
As they reached the surface, dawn was breaking. Snow flurried through a forest that no longer looked the same. The sky shimmered silver. The air buzzed.
Something had changed.
Ahead, nestled in the trees, was an archway of stone—ancient, weathered, glowing faintly.
A gate.
Turkey approached slowly. Symbols lit up across its surface in golden light—the same color as the collar.
The squirrel climbed up beside him, panting. “This is it… The Gate of Echoes. A path to the realm beyond. To the truth.”
Turkey stepped closer. “To the war I saw in the vision?”
“To the beginning of it all.”
A cold wind whispered through the gate.
A choice had to be made.
Turkey looked back once. The Hollow Pines still trembled behind them. Umbros was still out there.
Turkey and Fenn
Episode 6: The Gate of Echoes
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The blast of golden light from the collar sent Umbros hurtling across the icy cavern. He tumbled into the shadows with a furious roar, vanishing behind a wall of shattered frost.
Turkey stood at the heart of the storm, fur crackling with energy. The collar floated just inches above his chest, its light dimming as the vision faded from his eyes.
Endless forests.
Glowing roots.
Ancient wolves.
And a broken throne, surrounded by flame.
It felt like a dream—until the cavern began to quake.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the walls. The pedestal split down the middle. A low, grinding rumble echoed from below.
“We need to GO!” the squirrel shrieked.
Turkey didn’t argue.
Together, they bolted from the chamber, racing through twisting tunnels as the Hollow Pines above began to shift again. This time, not just to trap them—but to bury them.
As they reached the surface, dawn was breaking. Snow flurried through a forest that no longer looked the same. The sky shimmered silver. The air buzzed.
Something had changed.
Ahead, nestled in the trees, was an archway of stone—ancient, weathered, glowing faintly.
A gate.
Turkey approached slowly. Symbols lit up across its surface in golden light—the same color as the collar.
The squirrel climbed up beside him, panting. “This is it… The Gate of Echoes. A path to the realm beyond. To the truth.”
Turkey stepped closer. “To the war I saw in the vision?”
“To the beginning of it all.”
A cold wind whispered through the gate.
A choice had to be made.
Turkey looked back once. The Hollow Pines still trembled behind them. Umbros was still out there.
But the answers lay ahead.
With a steady breath, Turkey stepped through.
The forest vanished
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