Thorin Ironshield

Thorin Ironshield's Arc
Chapter 9 of 9

Thorin Ironshield's dream is earning the trust and loyalty of every Sentinel under his command.

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Chapter 9

Thorin moved before the foxes finished their warning. He knew which post would empty next. He had known for days. His boots struck hard across the yard as he cut toward the Sentinel he had not yet found the words for. But when he reached the post, the ground was bare. No pack. No cloak. Only a dark iron shackle laid neat on the stone, waiting for him like an answer he was too late to refuse. He crouched and looked closer. The shackle was shaped like a coiled dragon, scales pale and shimmering even in the low light. A name was scratched along its inner band. Beside it sat a small carved owl, painted in faded neon, the kind a child might keep on a shelf. Thorin had seen it before, tucked in the Sentinel's coat pocket on cold mornings. They had left it here for him to find. Proof. A goodbye that was not their choice. Thorin stood. Behind the post, the old rust-stained marker leaned in its shallow pool, its face blank, no name carved yet. He set the owl on its base with care. He took the shackle in his hand and closed his fist around it. The metal was cold and wet. He did not curse. He did not speak. He only counted. Four taken now. One returned broken. He had waited too long, and pride had cost him another. Thorin turned back toward the courthouse. The shackle stayed in his hand. He would carry this one himself, all the way to the bench where the others waited. No more watching the tree line. No more guessing who would go next. The next Sentinel who wavered would hear him speak before the dark could take them. He had run out of time to be quiet.

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