The next morning, the village of Riventhorn was buzzing with energy. Alaric woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and determination. Today, they would continue their training and finalize their defenses.

After breakfast, Alaric called everyone together. “Today is important. We will practice combat skills and scouting. We need to be ready for anything the mercenaries might throw at us,” he announced.

Brogan stepped forward, his eyes bright. “I will lead the combat practice. Let’s work on teamwork and how to fight together.”

Alaric nodded. “Good. Mira, can you oversee the archery training? Liraeled, work with her on that.”

The villagers cheered and quickly broke into groups. Alaric watched with pride as they began to train. It felt good to see everyone working hard, and he knew they were becoming stronger.

As the day went on, Alaric noticed a few villagers whispering and looking toward the forest. He walked over to them. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“There are shadows moving in the trees,” one villager said, pointing nervously. “We saw something watching us.”

Alaric’s heart raced. “Stay close together. I will check it out.” He motioned for a few people to follow him. They moved cautiously toward the edge of the forest, staying alert as they searched for any signs of danger.

As they reached the tree line, Alaric squinted into the shadows. “Can anyone see anything?” he asked.

Just then, a figure stepped out from behind a tree. It was a girl, around their age, with wild hair and dirt-covered clothes. Her eyes were wide with fear. “Please, help me!” she pleaded. “I’m lost!”

Alaric stepped closer. “What happened? Are you alone?”

“I was with my family, but we got separated when the mercenaries attacked. I ran away. I thought I could find my way back, but I can’t.” Her voice trembled with fear.

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“Come with us,” Alaric said gently. “We’ll help you. What is your name?”

“I’m Elara,” she replied, tears in her eyes.

As Alaric led Elara back toward the village, he felt a pang of sadness. The mercenaries’ attack had caused so much pain. He knew they had to fight for not just their village but for others like Elara who were affected.

Once they reached the training area, Mira rushed over. “Who’s this?” she asked, concern showing on her face.

“This is Elara. She got lost when her family fled from the mercenaries,” Alaric explained. Mira immediately knelt down to address Elara.

“You’re safe now, Elara. We will help you find your family,” she assured her.

Elara nodded, wiping her tears. “Thank you. I just want to go home.”

Alaric felt a surge of determination. “We will not only protect our home but help others too,” he promised.

The villagers gathered around, listening closely to Alaric’s words. “If we can help Elara find her family, we should. It’s not just about us. Together, we can bring hope to those who need it.”

Several villagers nodded in agreement. Brogan stepped forward. “I know the area well. I can lead a group to search for them.”

“Good idea,” Alaric said. “Let’s split into teams. One group will keep training for defense, and another will search for Elara’s family.”

As they organized themselves, Alaric felt a sense of purpose. He knew they could make a difference if they acted together. The day turned into a mix of training, searching, and uniting as a community.

Mira took charge of preparing supplies for Brogan’s group, while Liraeled helped with archery practice. Alaric joined in on the combat training, keeping spirits high as they practiced.

Hours later, as the sun began to set, Brogan’s group returned. Everyone’s eyes turned to them, filled with hope. “Did you find them?” Alaric asked eagerly.

Brogan shook his head. “We searched the nearby villages, but they were not there. We did find others who were also lost. They’re coming to Riventhorn.”

Alaric felt a mix of emotions. It was disheartening to not find Elara’s family, but it was heartwarming to know they could help others in need. “Good work, everyone,” he said. “We will welcome them here. Riventhorn can be a safe place for all who need it.”

As night fell, the villagers gathered around a fire. Elara sat close to Mira, who offered her comforting words. Alaric felt hopeful watching them. Though each day brought challenges, they were rising to meet them.

That night, as Alaric lay down to sleep, he felt a sense of unity with his people. They were not alone in their fight. Together, they were building a home—a place of safety in a world filled with challenges.

Tomorrow would bring a new day, and Alaric was ready to face whatever came next.