Kamila and the Hounds of the Wild”

Chapter 1: The Last Village

Kamila had only known war.

She was born in Varnath, a mountain village that had been burned three times by raiders, rebuilt twice, and eventually left to rot. She lived with her grandmother—everyone else in her family had vanished with the snowstorms or to the steel of invaders.

Kamila was only twelve, but her eyes were older. She carried a sling over her shoulder, a knife in her boot, and silence in her heart.

One winter night, she woke to the low growl of a creature beyond her door. Not human. Not beast. It sounded… ancient.

She crept out. In the pale moonlight, she saw them—six giant black dogs, each one with eyes glowing faintly blue, fur matted with snow and ash.

They stood in a half-circle, watching her.

Then one stepped forward. A large one with a torn ear and scars on its chest. It bowed its head.

Kamila blinked.

The dog dropped something: a human hand, still wearing the ring of the bandit captain who had raided the neighboring village last week.


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Chapter 2: The Pact

The dogs did not attack. Instead, they led her into the woods, toward a deep, forbidden valley known as Ruhmaar, whispered in old stories as the land of cursed beasts.

Kamila followed, not out of bravery, but out of instinct. She felt no fear. Just… understanding.

In the valley, the leader of the dogs—whom she named Gorun—stared into her eyes. In that moment, Kamila heard him, not in words, but in feelings.

The message was clear:

“We were once protectors. Now forgotten. Help us. Lead us.”

They were not normal dogs. They were the Hounds of the Wild, bound centuries ago by an old forest god to protect humanity in secret. But humanity turned on them, hunted them down as demons.

Only six remained.

Kamila, without knowing why, whispered: “Then I’ll protect you now.”

From that moment, they were bound.


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Chapter 3: Rise of the Pack

Kamila trained with the hounds. She learned to move like them, to hunt like them, to lead like them. They ran silently through forest trails, brought down wolves twice their size, and chased raiders from far hills.

The nearby villages whispered of "The Ghost Girl and Her Demon Dogs." Bandits vanished. Fires were extinguished before they spread. Women and children found food at their doors, and no one ever saw who left it.

Kamila and her pack became legends.

But not everyone saw them as heroes.

A warlord named Darek the Crimson put a bounty on Kamila’s head—dead or alive. He feared her power, her myth, and especially… her dogs.


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Chapter 4: The Burning Circle

One dawn, Kamila woke to smoke. Her grandmother’s new village—Brelk—was on fire.

She sprinted with the hounds.

When she arrived, she found Darek’s men surrounding the burning huts, dragging villagers from hiding. Her grandmother lay motionless near the well.

Kamila did not cry.

She stepped forward alone, while the hounds circled unseen in the trees.

Darek smiled from atop his armored horse. “The beast girl,” he spat. “You have thirty seconds to surrender.”

Kamila didn’t flinch. She raised a whistle carved from white bone.

Darek laughed. “A toy?”

Then the forest exploded.

The hounds struck like thunder. Gorun lunged for the throat of the general. Two others pulled soldiers off horses. One by one, they fell into blood and silence.

Kamila moved like wind, her knife flashing, her fury cold. The villagers watched, stunned, as the myth they’d whispered about became real.

But Darek was not weak. He dismounted and struck Kamila across the chest with a warhammer.

She fell.

Gorun howled.

Darek raised the hammer again—but Kamila rolled, stabbed his leg, and screamed, “NOW!”

All six hounds pounced at once.

When it was over, there was nothing left of Darek’s face to recognize.


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Chapter 5: A Queen in Shadows

Kamila recovered slowly. The villagers offered her everything—food, coin, a house, even leadership.

She refused.

“I do not belong to walls,” she said. “I belong to the wild.”

She and her hounds disappeared into the mist once again.

But they were not forgotten.

New songs were sung. New rumors spread. Some said she could command wolves now. Others claimed she could speak to trees.

All that was true: Kamila had changed. She no longer fought only to survive.

She fought for every child afraid in the dark. For every lost soul. For every forgotten dog hunted like a monster.


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Epilogue: The Last Roar

Ten years later, when invaders from beyond the sea came with fire and iron, they marched through the valleys expecting sheep and fear.

Instead, they found traps, smoke, and silence.

Then one night, their general woke up to see a woman in black fur, eyes glowing like the stars, standing beside six ancient hounds.

They say no one from that battalion returned.

They say Kamila rides still, wherever the forest cries, wherever the weak are hunted.

They say… she never left.