THE BOY WHO CHOSE

The Nakki

Weave #12, Thread #IV

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The river looked exactly the same.

That was what Claudia hated most about it. The same slow current, the old tree leaning over the water, the patches of grass bending in the wind.

And the same place where everything had changed.

Three days had passed since Jared disappeared, again. Since the sky had turned purple and orange. And three days since she had watched her friend choose another world over this one.

Claudia picked up a stone and threw it into the river. It skipped twice before sinking. Behind her, Olive sat on the grass with her knees pulled against her chest. Neither girl had spoken much during the walk.

There wasn’t much left to say.

"You still think he’ll come back?" Olive finally asked.

Claudia stared at the water. "No."

The answer surprised even her. A week ago she would have argued. She would have insisted, would have believed there had to be a way. Now she wasn’t sure.

Jared had chosen.

Not been kidnapped, or tricked. Neither forced. Chosen. That hurt far more than anything else.

"He looked happy." Olive spoke so quietly that Claudia almost missed it.

Claudia didn’t answer. Because Olive was right. For a moment, standing inside that cabin, Jared had looked happier than she had seen him in years. The realization sat in her stomach like a stone.

At school, everyone was talking about the news of a missing eighteen-year-old. Especially in a town this small.

The police had searched along the river twice already. Nothing. No evidence, no clues. No Jared.

Only Claudia and Olive knew the truth. And even saying it aloud sounded ridiculous. Who would believe them saying about a world of rabbit-sized creatures, magic wishes, purple elixir and ancient prophecies. It sounded like a story made up by children. Maybe that was why nobody else remembered.

The fourth evening, Claudia returned alone. The sun was setting. Orange light spread across the river. She sat beneath the old tree where everything had started years ago.

The rope swing still hung from the branch. It was the same swing. She pushed it gently. It moved back and forth. Back and forth.

The river remained silent. For a while. Then something changed. The water stopped moving. Instantly. Like someone had pressed pause.

Claudia stood. The hairs on her arms rose. A faint purple glow appeared beneath the surface. The same glow she remembered. The glow she had hoped never to see again. The river began to shine.

"Well." The familiar voice came first. "I suppose this is a terrible sign."

Claudia spun around. A small figure climbed onto a rock near the shoreline. Toad.

He looked worse than she remembered. His clothes were dirty and his one sleeve was torn. Dark circles sat beneath his eyes. For once, he didn’t have a sarcastic remark ready. For once, he looked frightened.

"Toad."

He winced. "Still using that name."

"You still answering to it."

"Fair point."

"Where’s Jared?" The question burst out before she could stop it.

Toad’s expression darkened. "He is fine."

"Then take me to him."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I can’t."

The answer came quickly and honestly. And that frightened Claudia more than if he had lied.

A second voice interrupted. Olive emerged from behind the trees. "I knew you’d come."

Claudia blinked. "You followed me?"

"Obviously." Olive folded her arms. "You disappear every evening and stare at rivers like a maniac now."

"Fair."

"Thank you."

Toad sat down heavily on a rock. For several moments he simply watched the water. Then he spoke.

"My grandfather lied." The words seemed difficult for him. "My grandfather lies quite often, actually."

"That part isn’t shocking."

Toad ignored Olive. "The prophecy never said Jared would become an Oracle."

The air seemed to tighten. "What prophecy?" Claudia asked.

"The real one." He swallowed.

"Three shall return. One shall choose. One shall remember. One shall open the way."

The words hung in the evening air.

"What does that mean?" Olive asked.

"We don’t know."

"You based your entire civilization on a prophecy you don’t understand?"

"Yes."

Olive stared. "That’s incredibly stupid."

"Again, fair."

The river glowed brighter. Purple light reflected across Toad’s face. "My grandfather believed the prophecy meant new Oracles."

"What did the old Oracles think?" Claudia asked.

Toad became quiet. "They left."

The girls exchanged glances.

"Left?" Olive repeated. "They weren’t kidnapped?"

"No."

"Dead?"

"No."

"Then where did they go?"

Toad looked toward the glowing water. "Into the Hollow."

Neither girl liked the way he said the word.

"The Hollow isn’t a place exactly," Toad continued. "It’s more like..." He struggled for an explanation. "A wound."

The river suddenly felt unsettled.

"For centuries, wishes were granted." He pointed toward the water. "Every wish. A child wishing for recovery. A farmer wishing for rain. A lonely person wishing to be loved."

"Nothing comes from nothing," Toad continued. "Everything costs something."

"We know that part," Claudia said.

"No." Toad shook his head. "You know what people were told."

The glow beneath the river intensified. "What nobody knew was that the cost never disappeared."

Neither girl spoke.

"It accumulated." The word seemed to echo. "Every abandoned possibility. Every discarded future. Every life that might have happened differently."

The river gave a strange pulse. Like a heartbeat. Slow. Heavy. Ancient.

The first Oracle discovered it nearly two centuries ago. The others spent generations studying it. Eventually they realized something terrible. The Hollow was growing. Every wish fed it. Every miracle made it larger. Every bargain strengthened it. And now? Now it was waking up.

Claudia’s stomach tightened. "And Jared?"

Toad looked away. "Jared inherited their responsibility."

The answer landed like a stone.

"He doesn’t even know what he’s doing."

"He knows enough."

"He’s eighteen."

"Exactly."

Neither had an argument for that.

The river pulsed again. This time all three saw it. Something moved beneath the surface. Far below. A shape. Large. Impossible to identify. Gone an instant later.

Finally Olive broke the silence. "Can we still bring him back?"

Toad hesitated. The hesitation itself felt like an answer.

"Maybe."

Maybe. The smallest word. The most dangerous.

Then Toad stood suddenly. His eyes widened. "That’s not good."

The river’s glow changed. Purple became darker. Darker still. Until it was almost black. Not the absence of light. Something else. Something deeper.

The water began moving against the current. Claudia stepped backward. Olive grabbed her arm. Toad looked genuinely terrified.

"What is happening?"

He stared at the water and remained silent for a while. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.

"The Oracles were afraid this would happen."

The dark glow spread wider. Across the river. Across the bank. Across the roots of the old tree.

"What would happen?"

Toad stared into the water. At whatever was rising beneath it.

"A wish."

The surface bulged. Once. Like something had touched it from below.

"A wish that survived."

The river shuddered. Again. And somewhere beneath the water, something opened its eyes.

What We Have So Far

Thread I by Robbi Walls: Ten years after returning from the world of the Nakki, Claudia, who is having strange dreams, is drawn back to the Wishing River. She persuades Olive and Jared to meet her there. The young Nakki from before is also at the river. He brings them back to his world to assist the Nakki. They agree, not knowing what will be required of them.

Thread II by Zeest Zulfiqar: Things aren’t as simple as they seem, because Grandpa Nakki is hiding something. An uncomfortable Toad may be an unexpected ally for the humans, but the biggest threat lies within: Will Jared be able to resist the Elixir’s allure, or will he become the next victim? Only time (and the next writer) will tell.

Thread III by Clarity: The girls speak to Grandpa Nakki, trying to understand the nature of the elixir and their role in the Nakki world. It turns out, they want the children to become the next Delphi Oracles, to be milked for wish-granting abilities in order to trick more humans. As the girls try to buy more time, Jared drinks the elixir, becomes an Oracle, and sends them back to the human world.

Thread IV by Vipul Maurya: Days after Jared’s disappearance, Toad reveals that Grandpa Nakki hid the truth. The old Oracles willingly entered a mysterious place called the Hollow, where the hidden cost of centuries of wishes has accumulated. As Claudia and Olive learn what Jared has inherited, something ancient begins to awaken beneath the Wishing River.

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