The dense canopy of Balamban's forest filtered the sunlight into fragmented beams, dancing on the moss-covered ground. Arden crouched low, his fingers brushing against the cool soil as he steadied himself. The staff in his hand felt like an extension of his body—light, agile, and precise.

“Again!” Lolo Lando’s voice carried a mix of authority and encouragement as he stood a few paces away, leaning on his cane. His sharp eyes, framed by wrinkles, never missed a detail.

Arden spun the staff with precision, his strikes swift and deliberate. The final movement—a low sweep aimed at an imaginary foe—kicked up dust, and he froze in his stance, chest heaving.

Lolo Lando nodded approvingly, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Better. But you’re thinking too much.”

“Thinking too much?” Arden frowned, lowering his staff. “I thought you wanted me to focus.”

“Focus, yes. Overthinking, no,” Lolo Lando said, stepping closer. He reached out, tapping Arden lightly on the chest. “Your heart knows what to do, but your mind gets in its way. Trust your instincts, boy. That’s what balance means.”

Arden sighed, planting the staff in the ground. “Balance, balance. You always talk about balance. But what does that even mean? Balance between what?”

Lolo Lando chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “Balance between the known and the unknown. Between what you can control and what you must let go. Someday, you’ll understand.”

“That’s what you always say,” Arden muttered, kicking at a loose stone.

“And that’s what I’ll keep saying until it sinks into that thick head of yours,” Lolo Lando retorted with a grin. “Now, come. The day’s almost over, and I’m hungry. Let’s see if your cooking has improved.”

Later, as they sat by the fire with a pot of steaming root stew between them, Arden broke the silence.

“Lolo, why do you stay here? I mean, you’ve seen the world, right? Fought in wars? You could live anywhere.”

Lolo Lando stared into the flames, his expression unreadable. “The world out there... it’s loud, chaotic. Here, the forest speaks. It teaches. People don’t listen like they used to.” He paused, stirring the stew with a wooden spoon. “Besides, I have you to train.”

Arden smirked. “Lucky me.”

Lolo Lando chuckled again, handing Arden a bowl. “Eat. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” Arden asked, his curiosity piqued.

“We climb the mountain,” Lolo Lando said simply, taking a sip of his stew.

Arden narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“You’ll see,” Lolo Lando replied, his tone dismissive.

“Always the riddles,” Arden grumbled.

Lolo Lando smiled faintly. “And always the impatience.”

That night, as Arden lay on his woven mat, he stared at the thatched roof of their hut.

“Lolo?” he called out.

“Hmm?” came the older man’s voice from the corner where he sat sharpening a blade.

“Do you ever regret anything? Like… not leaving the forest?”

There was a long pause before Lolo Lando answered. “Regrets are heavy, boy. Like carrying stones in your pack. I’ve learned to let them go.”

“How?”

“By focusing on what matters. And what matters now,” Lolo Lando said, his voice growing softer, “is your journey. Dreams and destiny are funny things, Arden. They find you when you least expect them.”

Arden didn’t reply. Sleep crept over him, and his dreams were vivid—filled with images of a card hovering in darkness. The card bore the image of a traveler at the edge of a cliff, a dog at his feet and the sun rising behind him. The Fool.

At dawn, Lolo Lando shook him awake.

“Up, boy. The mountain waits for no one.”

The hike was grueling, the path steep and tangled with roots. Lolo Lando moved with a surprising agility for his age, and Arden struggled to keep pace.

“Lolo,” Arden huffed, “where are we even going?”

“To the top.”

“That’s not an answer!”

Lolo Lando glanced back with a smirk. “It’s the only answer you’re getting.”

When they reached the summit, Arden collapsed onto a flat rock, gasping for air. But his breath caught as he looked out over the horizon. The forest stretched endlessly, its emerald canopy shimmering in the morning light.

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“This,” Lolo Lando said, pulling a carved wooden box from his satchel, “is what I brought you here for.”

Arden sat up, his curiosity reignited. “What’s in the box?”

Lolo Lando knelt, opening it with deliberate care. Inside was a single card, its surface weathered but its image clear.

“The Fool,” Arden whispered, recognizing it instantly.

“This card,” Lolo Lando said, his voice solemn, “is more than it seems. It’s your beginning. Your journey will take you far beyond this forest, Arden. The world is out of balance, and you are the key to restoring it. You must find the Arcana and bring harmony before the chaos consumes all.”

Arden stared at the card, his heart pounding. “Why me?”

Lolo Lando placed a hand on his shoulder. “Because destiny chose you. And destiny is never wrong.”

The morning sun cast a golden hue over the summit as Arden stared at The Fool card in his hands, still catching his breath from the climb.

“Let me guess,” Arden said, breaking the silence. “This card’s magical, and I’m supposed to save the world with it.”

Lolo Lando chuckled. “Magical? Hardly. But it does hold power—power you’ll need when the time comes.”

“Right. Because a piece of cardboard is exactly what I need against... whatever chaos you’re talking about,” Arden said, waving the card around theatrically.

Lolo Lando smirked, unfazed. “Keep joking, boy. Humor won’t save you when a kapre’s chasing you through the woods.”

“A kapre?” Arden scoffed, tucking the card into his pocket. “Please. I’ve seen you scare off bigger monsters with just your cane.”

“That’s because they know better than to mess with me,” Lolo Lando shot back, puffing his chest out dramatically. “But you? You’re just a twig with a stick.”

“A twig with a stick who just climbed a mountain,” Arden retorted with a grin. “Not bad for someone who gets his head in the way, huh?”

Lolo Lando shook his head, his laughter echoing across the summit. “Fair enough, twig. But don’t get cocky. The real climb starts now.”

As they descended the mountain, Lolo Lando’s pace slowed, and his tone turned more serious.

“Listen, Arden,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “The world out there isn’t like the forest. People aren’t always kind. And sometimes, it’s the ones who smile at you the most that hide the sharpest knives.”

Arden raised an eyebrow. “Is this your way of saying you don’t trust me with your stew recipe?”

Lolo Lando groaned, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. “I’m being serious, boy.”

“So am I,” Arden replied, feigning indignation. “That stew recipe is legendary. People would kill for it!”

“Kill for it? More like run from it,” Lolo Lando said with a chuckle. “Fine, keep joking. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find yourself in over your head.”

Back at the hut, Lolo Lando handed Arden a leather satchel filled with basic supplies—dried herbs, a water flask, and a small, well-worn book.

“What’s this?” Arden asked, holding up the book.

“Notes,” Lolo Lando said, fastening the satchel. “Herbs, remedies, a few of my tricks. You’ll need them.”

Arden flipped through the pages, then paused. “Wait... did you just draw a stick figure holding a plant?”

Lolo Lando shrugged. “It gets the point across. Besides, you’re smart. You’ll figure it out.”

Arden groaned but couldn’t help smiling. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be wise, you’re really bad at explanations.”

“And for someone who talks so much, you’re surprisingly bad at listening,” Lolo Lando quipped.

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The next morning, as Arden stood at the edge of the forest, ready to leave, Lolo Lando placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Remember, boy,” he said, his voice steady, “the world is bigger than you think. Stay sharp, stay humble, and don’t forget to laugh, even when it’s hard.”

Arden nodded, his usual grin softening into something more thoughtful. “I’ll try, Lolo. But if I come back with gray hair, I’m blaming you.”

Lolo Lando chuckled, ruffling Arden’s hair. “Go on, twig. Make me proud.”

With that, Arden took his first steps into the unknown, the sound of Lolo Lando’s laughter lingering behind him like a protective charm.

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As Arden stepped out of the forest’s embrace, the vast world unfolded before him. The sunlight felt different here—brighter, harsher, unfiltered by the thick canopy he’d known all his life. A narrow dirt road stretched ahead, winding toward a cluster of rooftops in the distance. The faint hum of village life—a bark of a dog, the chatter of children—reached his ears, unfamiliar yet oddly welcoming.

He adjusted the satchel on his shoulder, patting it lightly. “Okay, world,” he muttered under his breath, “show me what you’ve got.”

But as he took his first step down the road, a sudden gust of wind swept past him, pulling at his clothes and hair. Arden instinctively reached for the card tucked into his pocket, and his fingers brushed its smooth surface.

“Seek the balance.”

The whisper from his dream echoed in his mind, clear and unsettling. Arden froze, glancing around. The road was empty, the forest behind him still and quiet.

“Great,” he muttered, forcing a grin to calm himself. “Now I’m hearing things. Thanks, Lolo.”

He took another step, and the card in his pocket grew warm—almost uncomfortably so. Arden pulled it out, staring at The Fool. For a moment, the image on the card seemed to shimmer, the colors shifting as if alive.

Then he saw it.

A figure stood at the edge of the forest, barely visible in the corner of his eye. Arden spun around, heart pounding.

“Hello?” he called, his voice firm despite the knot tightening in his chest.

No response.

The figure didn’t move, its outline blurred against the shadows of the trees. Arden’s grip on his staff tightened.

“Look,” he said, swallowing hard, “if you’re here to rob me, I’ll save you the trouble. I don’t have anything worth taking.”

Still, no reply.

The wind picked up again, carrying with it the faint scent of burning leaves. Arden’s pulse quickened as the figure seemed to dissolve into the shadows, leaving nothing behind but a low, echoing laugh that sent chills down his spine.

“Balance, huh?” Arden muttered, taking a cautious step backward. He glanced at the card in his hand, its edges now glowing faintly. “You didn’t mention I’d have stalkers, Lolo.”

Summoning his courage, Arden turned back toward the road. “Fine. Laugh all you want,” he said, raising his voice to the empty air. “But if you think you’re scaring me, you’re about halfway there!”

The laughter faded, leaving only the sound of Arden’s footsteps as he marched down the dirt road. Despite his bravado, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the forest had just bid him farewell—and that something was watching him leave.

As the village drew closer, Arden forced himself to focus on the task ahead. He patted the card in his pocket again, as if reassuring himself it was still there.

“Just the first step,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

But deep down, he couldn’t help wondering if this was the start of something far bigger than he was ready for.

Behind him, the forest stood silent, its secrets left untold—for now.

Cliffhanger Ending for Chapter 1: The path wound downward, and as Arden stepped into the clearing, the dense forest gave way to a bustling scene of life and activity. Mountain View Nature’s Park sprawled before him, alive with families enjoying picnics under mango trees, children chasing each other through manicured gardens, and vendors lining the pathways with colorful stalls, selling everything from handwoven crafts...