The early morning painted our home in a rosy light, while the shadows of the trees stretched long, as if bidding us farewell. I stood on the threshold, trying to memorize every detail, every corner—the walls that had witnessed my journey from infancy to the moment when it was time to step into the larger world.
Father, as always, was already prepared to leave. Beside him stood his companions—men tested by time and battles, now serving as our escort. Each of them carried themselves with confidence and poise, as though they were at home no matter where they stood.
The first to catch my eye was Keir—tall and sturdy, with a spear resting on his shoulder and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He winked at me as if we were already old friends.
"Hey, kid, you’re awfully serious for your age!" he said in a playful tone, winking again as though I were his younger brother.
On the other side stood Malenia—elegant and strong, her gaze piercing. Her eyes seemed to study me, assessing not only my appearance but also what lay beneath. She tilted her head slightly and smiled with a faint hint of amusement.
"So, young mage, are you ready for the big journey?" she said, her voice carrying a blend of irony and gentle warmth.
A little farther off stood Reina, the group’s healer. Her soft gaze and kind smile radiated calm. When I approached her, she wrapped me in a warm, firm hug without saying a word. My face ended up pressed against her chest, and I awkwardly tried not to let it show how much my ears burned with embarrassment.
"Well, this is... an unexpected greeting," I thought, struggling with my slight discomfort.
"What a sweet boy!" she said, brushing some unruly strands of hair from my face. "Don’t worry, I’ll always be here if you need help."
On the other side was Selina, an archer with short dark hair and a calm demeanor. Her movements were precise and light, as if she could disappear into the air at any moment. Her pale green eyes watched every move carefully, and her quiet presence inspired confidence.
Father, noticing my interest in her, briefly explained, "This is Selina. She doesn’t talk much, but in battle, she’s indispensable."
A bit farther back stood Aldrick, a massive warrior with thick dark hair and a serious expression. He kept his distance, arms crossed, silently observing us as if weighing everything. His piercing brown eyes exuded a steady confidence, and I understood that this was a man who let his actions speak louder than words.
Father placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "And this is Aldrick. In battle, he’s our fortress, and in life, a reliable friend."
Aldrick gave me a brief nod, and I returned it in kind. His calm confidence and unflinching demeanor commanded respect.
The journey began surprisingly peacefully. The road first led us through meadows and fields dotted with bright wildflowers, then gradually gave way to groves and small forests. The morning was quiet, and only the rhythmic clatter of hooves broke the silence as each of us became lost in thought.
When we made our first stop, I noticed Keir and Malenia talking to each other, occasionally glancing in my direction. Keir, catching my gaze, couldn’t resist and approached me with a cheerful smile.
"So, hero," he said with a teasing tone, "how’s the road treating you? Regretting leaving home yet?"
I smirked, feeling the excitement for the upcoming adventure growing stronger inside me.
"The road… feels like just the beginning," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my heart was racing.
Keir laughed, as if appreciating my seriousness.
"Well said, kid! This is only the start, but trust me, there’s plenty of excitement ahead."
We continued on, and soon the forest around us grew denser, and the trail narrowed. Reina rode beside me, occasionally pointing out medicinal herbs we passed along the way. She described their properties in detail, and I realized her knowledge went far beyond simply treating wounds. Malenia rode alongside her, interjecting playful comments whenever Reina became too engrossed in her explanations.
"Are you planning to teach the boy all your secrets in one day?" Malenia teased, her tone light and mocking.
Reina blushed slightly but smiled in return.
"Why not? Maybe one day he’ll become a great healer—or at least learn how to avoid getting poisoned!"
Keir, overhearing the conversation, shouted, "The most important thing is that he doesn’t miss the chance to learn some combat skills! What do you say, Ellard—ready for some training?"
I nodded eagerly, and we decided to have a quick sparring session at our next stop.
We chose a small clearing at the forest’s edge—a wide, open space where sunlight filtered through the treetops, reflecting off the grass and casting an almost mystical glow over everything. The world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.
I gripped a wooden sword tightly, feeling the blood rush through my veins. Across from me stood Keir—a tall, sturdy warrior with a spear that seemed like an extension of his own body. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of challenge and friendly curiosity, as if he expected me to surprise him.
"Ready, kid?" he asked with a grin. His voice was calm, but a glint of seriousness flashed in his eyes.
I nodded, trying to conceal the thrill running through me. Yes, I was only six years old in this body, but the skills from my past life reminded me that I wasn’t as simple as I might appear. This was a test, and I was eager to prove myself.
Keir struck first, his spear darting toward my side like an arrow. Instinctively, I dodged, raising my sword to block the blow. The sound of wood colliding echoed with a dull thud, sending a jolt up my arm. Just as I regained my stance, I saw him already preparing for another strike. His spear moved fast and with precision, and for a moment, it seemed like there was no way I could counter his strength.
But then I drew upon my old instincts, letting my body act intuitively.
Taking a step back, I shifted to the left, avoiding the blow and forcing him to adjust his stance. Keir quickly adapted, his grin sharpening into a predatory smile filled with anticipation.
"You’re not as simple as you look," he said, gripping his spear as if it were real, its tip razor-sharp.
For a brief moment, he paused, then lunged again. This time, his movements were even faster, each strike carrying the full weight of his strength. I parried, dodged, and retreated, never losing focus. I tracked every movement, noting the tiniest changes in his stance and the faintest flicker in his gaze.
We traded blow after blow, each one more intense than the last. My body tensed as I matched his rhythm, reacting faster than I could think. Memories of past battles resurfaced—fights against opponents in a different time, in a different life. The wooden sword felt familiar in my hand, almost like an extension of myself. I could feel every inch of it, knowing exactly how to wield it.
With every maneuver, Keir began to take me more seriously. His grin faded, replaced by sharp focus, and his strikes grew more precise and dangerous. But now, I knew I had a chance.
Feigning retreat, I stepped back, drawing him forward. As he lunged, I shifted sharply to the side, evading his spear. His eyes widened momentarily as I slipped behind him and, repositioning my sword, delivered a strike that came close to touching his shoulder.
And with that, we stopped. Silence fell over the clearing, broken only by the sound of our heavy breathing.
Keir straightened slowly, stepping back and raising his hands in mock surrender. His chest heaved, his breaths labored, but a smile spread across his face—the smile of a true warrior who gladly acknowledges defeat when it’s well-earned.
"Alright, kid, you win," he said with respect. "Didn’t think I’d have to admit this, but you really know a thing or two."
Cheers erupted around us. Malenia winked at me, clapping lightly, while Reina laughed and called out:
"Well, Keir, now you know how it feels to be bested by a six-year-old!"
Trying to hide my slight embarrassment, I nodded and felt my father approach. He placed a hand on my shoulder, his gaze warm and filled with pride.
"You did well, Ellard," he said, leaning toward me. "But remember—a true warrior always keeps learning."
Those words left an imprint on my mind, and I resolved to continue training, to grow even stronger.
When the sun dipped below the horizon and shadows stretched across the ground, we set up camp in a small clearing by the roadside.
The campfire burned brightly, casting a warm glow on the faces around it and creating a sense of comfort and tranquility that felt almost unfamiliar. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly cooked stew bubbling over the flames, and stars began to appear in the dark blue sky, lending the evening a magical quality.
I sat by the fire, listening to the conversations and jokes that flowed around me, watching as my father’s group slowly shed their warrior vigilance and transformed into a friendly gathering. Malenia pulled out her lute, her fingers gliding softly over the strings to produce a simple yet melodic tune that was both soothing and lulling.
Keir, comfortably settled across from me, decided it was time for another of his stories. He took a deep breath, glanced around at everyone as if about to reveal the greatest secret of his life, and began:
"Do you know about the time we faced a dragon?" he said with such a serious expression that you might have believed every word.
Reina rolled her eyes but stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. I, too, listened intently, ready for something incredible.
"It was a cold night, much like tonight. We found ourselves in a mountain gorge, and suddenly, from behind a rock, out came this massive beast. It was the size of a house and covered in fiery scales!" Keir described it so vividly that I could almost see the creature, though I suspected he was embellishing quite a bit.
"Naturally, we charged at it immediately," he continued, his voice full of theatrical bravado. "Malenia leapt onto its back, Aldrick grabbed its tail! And I—of course—I was at the front, fending it off with all my might. That’s exactly how it happened," he nodded solemnly.
Malenia couldn’t hold back her laughter.
"Oh yes, Keir, I remember exactly how it went! In the end, you were the first to run, leaving Aldrick and me to handle it alone!"
Malenia’s laughter was so infectious that everyone joined in. Even Aldrick, usually silent and serious, smirked and shook his head in disapproval.
Keir feigned offense, leaning back dramatically before breaking into a grin.
"Well, if it made you laugh, then the story was a success!"
I watched them with fascination, amazed at how easily they interacted, as if bound by something deeper than just work and shared battles. This was real friendship—the kind of bond I had always lacked. For the first time, I felt like I was witnessing a true family, and despite the weight of my past experiences, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.
As the laughter died down, Reina nudged me lightly with her elbow and whispered with a slight smile:
"Don’t believe everything Keir says. The man loves to embellish. But, you know, no matter what, he’s always entertaining. I think you’ll get used to him quickly."
I smiled, feeling like I was becoming part of this friendly atmosphere.
When the group settled again, Malenia took the floor. Her voice was quiet, but everyone listened with respect, as though she was about to share something profound.
"Ellard, you know, the life of an adventurer isn’t just about battles and dragons, as Keir’s stories might suggest," she said, her eyes reflecting the firelight. "It’s also about constant movement, constant loss. We see so much on our journeys, and not all memories are cheerful ones."
Her words were soft but carried deep meaning, and I realized she wasn’t just addressing me but also reminding herself and the others that behind the cheerful stories lay much unspoken sorrow.
A brief silence followed, broken only when Keir decided to lighten the mood again.
"Alright, enough of these somber topics—we’ve got plenty of fun ahead! Ellard, how about a toast to our journey?" He handed me a cup of water, winking as though it were a true warrior’s goblet.
I laughed and raised my cup along with the others, feeling a sense of unity with these people who were slowly becoming not just companions but true friends.
The evening around the fire lasted long into the night. Malenia continued playing her lute, her gentle melodies flowing like a mother’s soothing touch. Aldrick shared stories of past adventures, recounting how they once got lost in a snowy wasteland and survived thanks only to Selina’s survival skills.
To my surprise, Selina, usually so serious, could joke too. Her occasional remarks were so precise and sharp that everyone burst into laughter, and I found myself marveling at the lightness and warmth of the moment.
As the fire dwindled and conversations became softer, the atmosphere gained a certain depth. The faces around the fire were illuminated by the glowing embers, giving the moment a warm and almost sacred quality. I watched them—Keir, worn out from his stories, lazily exchanging words with Larissa; Reina gently tucking stray hairs behind her ears; and Aldrick, sitting apart, calmly cleaning his sword, as if finding peace in the act.
Selina, ever quiet, approached me as if sensing that I, too, was lost in thought. She rarely spoke and often kept to the shadows, but her presence carried an aura of reliability and mystery. She sat down quietly beside me, leaning her elbows on her knees, and gave me a thoughtful look.
"There are still many roads ahead, Ellard," she said, her voice calm and deliberate. "This journey is just the beginning. You may see us as allies and friends, but remember that each of us has gone through a great deal to become who we are. One day, you’ll find your purpose too."
I nodded, understanding that her words carried a deeper meaning. She spoke not just of the journey to the capital but of a path to something greater. In her words, I sensed both wisdom and an unspoken promise that my place in this group, and in the world, would soon become clear.
I nodded, understanding that her words carried a deeper meaning.
It felt as though she foresaw that this journey wouldn’t just be a road to the capital but a path to discovering myself. Her words held a certain paternal weight, as if she saw something in me beyond just a child.
For a moment, silence fell. Everyone sat lost in their thoughts, staring into the fire as though it could provide answers to their questions. Then Reina took my hand and smiled warmly.
"You know, Ellard," she said, her eyes gleaming in the firelight, "each of us carries fears and doubts. We fight not only the enemies outside but also the ones within us. But here, by the fire, surrounded by friends, it feels like we can face it all."
The warmth of her words pierced me to the core. Her care, her kindness—it was something new and unfamiliar to me, something tied to feelings I didn’t yet fully understand. Reina let go of my hand, but her words stayed with me, leaving behind a sense of protection I hadn’t felt in years.
Keir, noticing the scene, raised his cup and grinned.
"Well, my friends, let this journey lead us to the answers we seek. And if not—well, at least let it not be boring!" His toast drew laughter from everyone, and as I looked at him, I realized it wasn’t just words—it was his philosophy of life.
We sat together for a while longer as the fire began to dwindle, and one by one, people began retreating to their places to sleep. Each farewell came with a smile, as though this evening had strengthened their bonds, forging friendships stronger than steel. I felt myself becoming a part of this unbreakable connection.
When the embers were almost extinguished and the camp was enveloped in semi-darkness, Malenia seemed to come alive, tossing a few more sticks into the fire. She turned to me, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames.
"Ellard," she said, her smile faint but warm, "what do you think of our journey? Is it too much for you?" Her voice was gentle, but there was a hint of a challenge, as though she was testing my readiness for what lay ahead.
Without breaking her gaze, I answered calmly, "I’m ready for whatever comes. The road can’t be easy if you want to achieve something."
Malenia nodded, her smile growing a little warmer.
"That’s a good answer," she remarked. "It’s important not just to move forward but to understand why you’re doing it."
Keir, already settling into his bedroll, smirked as he eavesdropped on our conversation.
"Malenia, you’re talking to him like he’s a grown man," he said, rolling onto his side. "Ellard, don’t forget—you’re still a kid," he winked, "plenty of time to fight. But that doesn’t mean you can slack off!"
Reina chuckled softly, then turned to me again.
"Keir’s right, Ellard. The life of an adventurer is full of challenges, but it’s also about cherishing simple moments like this. Finding balance is what matters most."
I listened, feeling their words sink into me, filling the quiet night with their wisdom. These people had seen more than I could imagine, and every word they spoke carried the weight of experience earned through years of trials. I felt like I was becoming part of their world, part of their family.
Selina, who had been silently sitting in the shadows, suddenly rose. Looking at everyone, she spoke.
"We all start small, but the most important thing is the path we choose. Ellard, you’re on the right path, but it’s only the beginning. We’ll be here to help you, but the choices will always be yours."
Her words sounded like both a promise and a warning. I nodded, understanding that their journey wasn’t just a trip to the capital but the beginning of a long and arduous road to something greater.
Soon everyone began retreating to their sleeping spots. The night slowly draped the camp in its dark cover, and as I lay on my bedroll, I couldn’t sleep, replaying the words I’d heard by the fire. These people weren’t just warriors or mercenaries—they were something more than I could comprehend. Their experience, their strength, and their wisdom became not just an example for me but a challenge I was ready to face.
The morning greeted us with fresh air and the first rays of sunlight, which pierced through the trees and bathed everything around in soft light. We continued our journey, each of us lost in thought, but the sense of unity and readiness for the trials ahead stayed with us.
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At dawn, the camp came alive. A light breeze rustled the grass, and birds began singing their morning songs. Everyone busied themselves with their tasks: some packed their belongings, others tended to the horses. I looked around, noticing how each member of the group prepared for the road in their own way.
Malenia tuned her lute, occasionally plucking a string, creating a soft background for the morning bustle. Keir, as always, was the center of attention, tossing jokes left and right, even managing to make Selina smirk—a rare sight.
"Ellard," Reina called to me, handing me a water skin. "Don’t forget to drink. The road ahead is long."
I nodded, taking the skin and drinking a few gulps. Reina continued to watch me with a warm smile, but this time she said nothing more, simply nudging me toward the cart where my father was already waiting to set off.
As the caravan began to move, and the rhythmic swaying of the cart carried us deeper into the forest, I felt the tension of the night slowly melt away, giving way to a sense of calm and anticipation for what lay ahead.
Selina walked ahead, her light and confident stride inspiring admiration.
She rarely spoke, but every movement she made seemed full of purpose. Riding alongside the cart, Malenia suddenly addressed her:
"Selina, you weren’t always so quiet. What made you change?"
Selina turned, her gaze calm, with a hint of a smile flickering in her eyes.
"Maybe it’s the world around me," she replied evasively. "Or perhaps I just learned to value silence."
Keir, walking nearby, immediately interjected:
"Hey, Selina, if you value silence, you must have mastered the art of ignoring my chatty mouth!" He laughed, making everyone around him smile.
Malenia shook her head, smiling, and returned to her instrument, which soon produced a light, cheerful melody.
The road wound through dense forest, occasionally opening to reveal picturesque views of clearings and streams, filling the air with freshness. We continued onward, and conversations gradually gave way to quiet contemplation of the surrounding nature.
Malenia rode closer to the cart where I sat beside my father and spoke softly:
"How many times have we traveled this path, yet every time it feels new. Nature keeps changing, and each day brings something special."
My father nodded, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
"The road isn’t just a path to a destination," he said. "It’s an opportunity to learn about the world—and yourself."
Selina, walking ahead, glanced back, her gaze focused and serious.
"It’s important to be ready for the unexpected, especially in these parts. The forest can be treacherous," her words carried the weight of a warning.
Keir, unable to bear the silence, decided to lighten the mood.
"Oh, come on! Everything will be fine. This isn’t our first journey. Well, except for Ellard here—he’s the rookie. But I see he’s got great potential!" He winked at me with a grin.
"Especially after yesterday’s sparring session," Reina added with a smile. "Keir, you should train more so you don’t lose to little warriors like him."
Everyone laughed, and I, slightly embarrassed, simply nodded. That moment boosted my confidence and reminded me that I was already becoming a part of this team.
When camp was set up and the fire crackled warmly, Malenia quietly played a melody on her lute. Her fingers moved effortlessly over the strings, filling the silence with gentle, soothing notes. She glanced at me and, pausing her music, asked:
"Ellard," her voice was soft, but there was a hint of curiosity in it, "do you play any instruments? Or maybe sing?"
I hesitated for a moment before replying:
"No," I said, shrugging slightly. "I’ve never learned."
Malenia raised an eyebrow, her smile widening slightly.
"It’s never too late to try," she said, handing me the lute. "Go ahead, give it a shot. No one will laugh, I promise."
I took the instrument with visible skepticism, quickly running through my options in my head. In my previous life, I’d often played, but now I needed to pretend I was a beginner. Awkwardly, I plucked a few strings, producing some discordant notes.
"Looks like it’s not for me," I muttered. But then, as if by instinct, my fingers began to remember. They moved smoothly, drawing out a simple yet beautiful melody.
Everyone froze. The camp filled with warm music, and even Keir stopped joking, listening with unexpected seriousness.
When I finished, Malenia chuckled quietly.
"Not bad for someone who’s ‘never learned.’ Seems like we’ve got a hidden talent in our group."
Keir, smiling, tossed a stick into the fire.
"Well, kid, you owe us a full concert when we reach the capital."
Reina, sitting nearby, gently placed a hand on my shoulder.
"That was beautiful, Ellard. Sometimes music speaks louder than words."
I smiled back, trying to hide my slight embarrassment. This simple moment seemed to bring us even closer, making the road to the capital feel a little warmer.
The morning greeted us with freshness and clear air. A light breeze blew from the east, carrying the scent of dew and blooming flowers. The camp quickly came to life, and soon everyone was busy with their tasks: Malenia rolled up her bedding, Keir inspected his spear, Selina scouted the area for potential threats, and Reina gathered herbs nearby.
As usual, I observed everyone, taking in every detail. With each passing day, I understood more and more that this journey wasn’t just a road to the capital—it was an important trial for me. I needed not only to adapt but also to find my place among these people.
Father approached me, his stern gaze softening as he gave a brief nod.
"Ready for a new day, son?"
"Of course," I replied, trying to sound confident.
We set off, the horses slowly pulling the wagon down the narrow path leading to our next stop. The day promised to be long, but I felt a thrill of anticipation for what lay ahead.
The forest we passed through grew denser. The trees stood close together, forming an almost complete canopy above our heads. Light filtered through the leaves, casting soft patterns on the ground. Malenia, riding beside the wagon, hummed quietly, her voice blending with the forest’s whispers.
Keir, walking ahead, suddenly stopped and turned to us, his face lighting up with a familiar smirk.
"I hear the silence whispering something interesting. Could it be the call for an adventure?" His eyes gleamed with excitement.
Reina shook her head, though a faint smile played on her lips.
"Keir, stop scaring us with your ‘hunches.’ The forest may be full of mysteries, but not every day brings trouble."
Selina, standing a bit farther ahead, turned back, her gaze sharp and focused.
"It’s better to stay alert. These parts can be treacherous," she said softly but firmly.
Keir shrugged and continued walking, whistling a tune, though I noticed his grip on his spear tightened.
We kept moving forward, each step drawing us deeper into the forest’s silence. The trees’ shadows grew longer, and even the birds seemed to have fallen quiet, leaving only the whisper of the wind. The silence felt strange and slightly unsettling, as if the forest itself were watching us.
Keir suddenly raised a hand, signaling the group to stop. His gaze fixed ahead, into the depths of the forest. Selina, ever vigilant, was already at the ready, her hands gripping her bow, an arrow nocked and poised to fly.
"Do you feel that?" Keir asked quietly, speaking more to the forest than to us.
Everyone froze, trying to sense what he meant. I strained to listen, but all I heard was the faint rustle of leaves. Yet, Roan frowned, his eyes gleaming in the dappled sunlight.
"Yes, something isn’t right," he murmured.
Malenia rode closer, her face calm but her eyes sharp with caution.
"The forest feels like it’s holding its breath," she remarked, her voice echoing softly in the stillness.
Keir moved forward cautiously, his steps silent, as if he were part of the forest itself. I followed, sensing the tension in the air growing almost tangible. My father gestured for the others to stay back.
Suddenly, figures leapt out of the thick shadows. They were fast and silent, like the forest’s own phantoms come to life. Clad in dark cloaks, wielding swords and bows, they surrounded us in mere moments. These were professionals, clearly skilled in ambush tactics.
"Prepare for combat!" Roan shouted, drawing his sword.
Keir was the first to meet the enemy’s strike, deflecting it with such skill that his opponent was sent stumbling backward. Selina loosed an arrow, its sharp point cutting through the air to strike its mark with precision.
Reina grabbed her pouch of medicinal herbs, already preparing to tend to any wounds. Malenia stayed at the rear, her sword at the ready, her face calm and resolute.
I drew my own sword, my heart pounding—not with fear, but with exhilaration. This was my first real battle in this world, and I was determined to prove I was more than just a child.
The attackers surged at us with ferocity, but our group held firm. Keir moved like a storm, weaving through the assailants with his spear flashing in the filtered sunlight, leaving wounded enemies in his wake. His movements were swift and precise, each strike accompanied by a grunt of pain from his foes.
Selina moved in a wide arc, silent as a shadow, her arrows flying one after another. Each one hit its target with unerring accuracy, her eyes reflecting only focus, devoid of emotion.
I noticed one of the attackers darting toward Malenia. Without hesitation, I rushed forward to intercept him. Inhale, exhale—my sword moved with confidence. The assailant lunged, but I sidestepped, drawing on the instincts and skills of my past life.
Our blades clashed with a sharp crack, and for a moment, I felt a long-forgotten strength coursing through me. My shoulders tensed, my muscles worked in perfect harmony, and my mind remained clear. In the blink of an eye, I exploited my speed advantage, ducking under his blade and striking at his side.
"Nice move, Ellard!" Keir shouted, noticing my maneuver before diving back into the fray.
Roan, meanwhile, had already deflected several attacks. His sword gleamed in the shifting light of the forest as he moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, each strike calculated and lethal. The attackers began to retreat under his relentless assault.
One of the enemies attempted to circle behind me, but Malenia, spotting the danger, quickly stepped in. Her sword flashed in the firelight, and the attacker crumpled to the ground.
"Thank you," I nodded, breathing heavily.
"Next time, watch your back," she replied with a faint smirk, giving me a playful wink.
The battle had been brief but intense. The remaining enemies, realizing their attack had failed, fled into the shadows of the forest. We stood in the middle of the clearing, exhausted but unharmed.
Reina immediately began inspecting everyone, her caring hands quickly checking for injuries. Malenia assisted her, while Selina kept a vigilant eye on the forest, ready to respond to another ambush.
Roan sheathed his sword and cast a sweeping glance over us.
"Good work. But we can’t stay here. We need to keep moving."
Keir, catching his breath, chuckled.
"Now that’s what I call a morning workout!"
Everyone laughed, though the laughter carried more relief than joy.
We quickly regrouped and pressed on, knowing there were still many challenges ahead.
The forest seemed to have reclaimed its usual calm, but the tension lingered. Each step echoed in my ears like a drumbeat, and my hands still remembered the clash of blades. We moved as a tight-knit group, carefully scanning every shadow. The air was thick with unease—an attack could happen again at any moment.
Father led the way, studying the path ahead with unwavering focus. His gaze was resolute, but I could sense the determination behind it. Malenia rode beside him, exchanging occasional words. Her expression was serious, and her hand still gripped the hilt of her sword tightly.
Selina trailed slightly behind, her sharp eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. She remained as vigilant as ever, ready to counter any new threat.
Keir, walking alongside me, finally broke the silence.
"Well, kid, didn’t think your first trip would be packed with so much action, huh?" His tone was light, but I caught a hint of concern beneath it.
"Not exactly how I imagined the journey to the capital," I admitted, trying to mask my unease.
Keir laughed but then spoke more seriously.
"Get used to it, Ellard. On the road, you never know what might happen. The key is to always be prepared."
I nodded, feeling the weight of his words resonate with my own thoughts.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting it in golden-orange hues, we decided to camp for the night on a small clearing at the base of a hill. The forest thinned out here, and the gentle light of the sunset bathed the grass, creating an atmosphere of calm—if only temporary.
Keir started a fire while Reina prepared dinner with her usual swift and precise movements. Malenia sat nearby, strumming her lute lightly, creating a soothing melody that seemed to merge with the surrounding nature.
Selina, ever watchful, perched at the edge of the camp, her gaze fixed on the horizon.
Father approached me and sat down, his face contemplative but calm.
"Ellard, you showed your best side today," he said, looking into the fire. "I’m proud of you."
Warmth spread through me, something deep and meaningful. His words meant more to me than he could ever know.
"Thank you, Father," I replied, trying to hide a smile.
Malenia, overhearing our conversation, smiled softly.
"Still, Ellard, you should consider showing off your talents more often. You keep surprising us."
Keir tossed another log onto the fire and glanced at me.
"Yeah, kid, today you proved you can hold your own. But remember, the journey’s just begun. The real challenges are still ahead."
Though spoken in his usual easygoing tone, his words carried truth. I knew that what lay ahead was more than just the road to the capital.
The evening gradually wrapped the camp in its gentle twilight. Stars appeared in the darkening sky like scattered fireflies, and the forest’s silence returned to its familiar rhythm. The fire crackled softly, its flames flickering and casting warm light on everyone’s faces.
Reina, having finished cooking, handed out plates of simple but hearty food. We all gathered around the fire, savoring the quiet and peace that followed a tense day. Even Keir, usually tireless in his humor, sat quietly, lost in thought.
After dinner, Malenia picked up her lute again, playing a soft melody. The music floated through the air, rising to the stars and mingling with the whispers of the forest night.
"You know, Ellard," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "music isn’t just for entertainment. It can be a way to find answers. Sometimes, when words fail, a melody can speak for us."
I nodded thoughtfully, feeling her words strike a chord within me. In my past life, I had often turned to music to calm the chaos within, to find balance. Now, in this new world, perhaps melody could become the bridge between my past and my present.
Keir, who was sitting nearby, suddenly perked up.
"Hey, how about we have a little tournament? Not with swords, of course, but with stories. Who can tell the most captivating one?" He winked, glancing around at the group.
Malenia smiled and set aside her lute.
"I’m sure we all have something to share. But who’s going first?"
Reina, stifling a yawn behind her hand, raised her hand.
"I’ve got one, though it’s not exactly heroic—more of a funny one."
Everyone perked up, and the warm, friendly atmosphere around the campfire reignited. The stories, carried on the quiet forest air, mingled with the soft crackling of the fire, creating a sense of comfort and peace.
Reina settled in more comfortably, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous spark.
"This happened a few years ago during one of our expeditions," she began, tilting her head slightly as if recalling the details. "We were searching for an ancient artifact in an abandoned temple. The place was, to put it mildly, eerie—dark corridors, strange sounds... But the funniest part started when Keir decided he had found a secret passage."
Everyone turned to Keir, who was already smiling, anticipating where the story was headed.
"Well," Reina continued, struggling to keep a straight face, "he started digging under one of the altars, convinced he was about to discover something incredible. We all stood watching until he shouted in triumph and pulled out..." She paused dramatically, "a clay pot filled with some kind of porridge."
Laughter erupted around the camp. Keir, laughing along, threw up his hands.
"Hey, it was logical! How was I supposed to know the priests stored their porridge in secret compartments?"
"In any case," Malenia added, grinning, "Keir still found an artifact. Just not the one anyone expected—it was the 'sacred porridge.'"
"And the funniest part," Reina continued, "was that Keir insisted we try it. He was convinced it was 'the food of the gods.'"
"Yes! And you all admitted it was the best porridge you’d ever had!" Keir added enthusiastically, raising his hand as if making a proclamation.
Laughter continued to ripple through the camp, easing the tension from the day. Even Selina, usually reserved, allowed herself a faint smile.
Malenia turned to me with a smile.
"What about you, Ellard? Do you have any stories from home to share?"
I thought for a moment, carefully choosing a story that wouldn’t raise too many questions. Finally, I remembered a moment that might work.
"Well, once, when I was younger," I began, pretending to recall the details, "I decided to help my mother in the kitchen. She gave me a simple task—fill a jug with water. But I got so carried away that I didn’t notice the jug was overflowing, and water spilled all over the floor. I tried to clean it up before anyone noticed, but when my father walked in, he slipped and, instead of getting angry, started laughing. We all ended up laughing as I finished cleaning up."
Reina smiled, tilting her head.
"So that’s where you got your caution from—to never pour too much water?"
Everyone laughed, and I felt the lightness and warmth of the evening enveloping us once again.
After the laughter subsided, conversations began to die down. The stars shone brighter, and the night seemed endlessly deep. The exhaustion of the day began to set in. Malenia continued softly playing her lute, while Reina, sitting next to me, had already dozed off, wrapped in her cloak.
Selina stood at the edge of the camp, her figure nearly blending with the shadows of the trees. As always, she stayed alert, her gaze scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
Keir, resting his head on his hand, still looked wide awake. He glanced at me with a slight smirk.
"Ellard," he said quietly so as not to wake the others, "you’re surprising, you know. For your age, you’re way too serious. That’s a good thing, but sometimes you should just let yourself be a kid."
I pondered his words. In my previous life, I had been forced to make decisions that aged me beyond my years. Here, in this new world, I had a chance to feel young again, but the weight of my past still lingered.
"Maybe you’re right," I replied softly, gazing at the dying fire. "But sometimes it’s hard to forget what you already know."
Keir nodded, his expression growing more serious.
"I get it. But remember, you’re not alone here. We’re with you, and you’ve got time to figure out who you really are—whoever that might be."
His words left a deep impression on me. In that moment, I realized that in this world, I had the chance not only to rediscover myself but also to find those who would become my support and my family.
Roan approached us quietly and, giving Keir a short nod, addressed him:
"We need to talk about tomorrow’s route."
"Your shift is over. Go rest. I'll take over the watch."
Keir stretched, got up, and headed to his spot by the fire, where a warm cloak awaited him. Roan sat down next to me, his eyes fixed intently on the fire.
"Ellard, you did well today," he said calmly. "I can see strength growing in you, but remember, the journey is just beginning."
I nodded, feeling his words grounding me once again. A long road lay ahead, and every step was an opportunity to grow stronger and wiser.
The night continued its course, and the silence of the forest once again enveloped our camp.
The first light of morning filtered gently through the leaves, painting the forest in warm golden hues. The air was fresh and cool, filling us with renewed energy. After a night’s rest, the camp began to stir: Reina quietly packed her belongings, Malenia carefully stowed away her lute, and Keir, with his usual ease, gathered his gear, not missing a chance to crack a few jokes.
Selina, as always, was the first on her feet, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. Roan was checking the harnesses, his movements precise and confident. I watched these scenes, feeling a sense of joy and anticipation for the day ahead growing in my chest.
My father approached me, his expression softening slightly as he gave a small smile.
"Ellard, there’s still a long way ahead. We’re leaving in a few minutes."
I nodded, tightening the straps on my belt. The confidence growing within me day by day had become an essential part of this journey.
We moved out, the caravan gliding steadily forward, and the nature around us seemed alive. Birds filled the air with melodious songs, and even the soft rustle of wind through the leaves added to the sense of peace. The road to the capital seemed endless, but each step brought new discoveries.
After several hours of travel, the forest began to thin, revealing a vast valley. There, at a crossroads, a lone traveler awaited us—a tall man with a piercing gaze and a sturdy staff. His clothes were dusty but well-made, and his eyes held a mix of wisdom and experience.
Roan immediately tensed, giving the stranger a curt nod.
"Who are you, and what are you doing on this road?"
The man smiled without making any sudden movements.
"A traveler, like yourselves. My name is Lawrence. I’m heading to the capital on my own mission. If you’d allow it, I’d like to join your caravan."
Roan and the others exchanged glances, evaluating the stranger. His demeanor inspired a certain level of trust, but no one let their guard down.
Keir, as usual, decided to take the lead.
"Lawrence, what’s taking you to the capital? Travel isn’t exactly safe these days."
Lawrence gazed at us thoughtfully.
"I seek knowledge, answers. Perhaps in the capital, I’ll find what I’ve been searching for."
Roan nodded, making a decision.
"Very well. You may join us, but be ready to help if the need arises."
From that moment on, Lawrence became part of our caravan, and the next stage of our journey promised to be just as eventful as the previous ones.
Lawrence walked alongside us, his steps confident and his movements calm. Though he wasn’t particularly talkative, his presence felt significant. From time to time, he glanced at me as if trying to discern something hidden.
Keir, naturally, couldn’t resist striking up a conversation.
"So, Lawrence, you say you’re seeking answers. What kind of questions are worth such a long journey?"
Lawrence smirked slightly, a faint smile briefly lighting up his face.
"Questions that trouble many: who we are, where we come from, and where we’re going. But for me, it’s also about what lies beyond the familiar. The capital may hold answers—if you know where to look."
Malenia, walking nearby, added quietly,
"Many seek answers in the capital, but not all find what they’re looking for."
Lawrence glanced at her, his eyes filled with respect.
"That’s true. But the act of seeking means you’re already on the right path."
We continued walking, and the landscape around us gradually shifted. The forest thinned, giving way to open meadows. The sun climbed higher, warming us with its light. The journey was tiring, but every step brought us closer to our goal.
By midday, we reached a small river. It was the perfect spot for a brief rest. The water flowed gently, creating a soothing melody that refreshed and re-energized us.
Reina began preparing lunch, while Keir, as usual, found an opportunity to joke.
"Hey, Lawrence, why don’t you show us a few tricks? You don’t exactly look like just a traveler."
Lawrence gave a mysterious smile and tilted his head slightly.
"Perhaps in due time. For now, let’s enjoy the simple pleasures of the journey—food and rest."
We laughed, and the break continued in a light and friendly atmosphere.
After a short rest by the river, we set off on our journey again. The forest slowly receded, giving way to open plains ahead. The sun was setting, painting the sky in warm golden-orange hues. This was the last peaceful evening before the upcoming events.
Malenia brought out her lute once more, and the soft melody accompanied us, creating a cozy yet slightly melancholic atmosphere. Reina, like a caring mother, busied herself preparing dinner. The other members of the group also took their usual roles, each contributing in their own way.
Keir, stretching and yawning, approached the fire where the logs crackled cheerfully.
“Well then, tomorrow looks like when the real fun begins,” he said, winking at Ellard. “I’ve heard the area ahead might have its... complications.”
Roan, hearing his words, nodded seriously.
“Yes, we’re entering dangerous territory. We’ll need to stay alert.”
These words brought a slight tension to the group, but no one showed it outwardly. Everyone knew challenges lay ahead, but together they could handle whatever came their way.
That night, the camp was unusually quiet. Even Keir, who usually loved to joke and laugh, sat silently, listening to the sounds of the night. Selina, as always, remained on watch, her eyes scanning the surroundings attentively.
Ellard, lying on his bedding, pondered the journey ahead. His heart beat faster with the anticipation of something significant. Something unknown awaited him, but within, a feeling of readiness was beginning to burn brightly.