《Echo of the immortals》


 Introduction

    "When the sky is veiled in crimson light and the earth trembles with the awakening of ancient forces, the Spark shall appear. A Spark to pierce the darkness and ignite a flame capable of illuminating the world¡ªor consuming it in fire. She will bear hair of silver and eyes like the setting sky, and her path will be one of trials. Each of her steps will tread upon the blade of fate..."


    The words of the prophecy sound like a distant echo, as if from a tale heard in childhood. But now, they no longer feel like just a legend. These lines haunt me, whispering at the edge of my consciousness, as if calling me back to something I have never known, yet always felt. I know they speak of me. A destiny that cannot be escaped... or can it?The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    If I had a choice, I might have refused. But a call lives in my heart, pushing me forward, no matter how I resist. This path, full of secrets and arduous trials, has become my only one.

 Chapter 1: First Knowledge

    Dampness. Cold. I slowly come to my senses, lying on hard stone. My eyelids feel as heavy as lead, but I force them open just a crack. The darkness around me is pierced by the faint light of a lone torch flickering in the shadows.


    Dark, damp stone walls press in on all sides, and it seems as though there is nothing around but silence and dimness. Why am I here? Fragments of memories flash and fade in my mind¡ªbattles, oaths, faces I can no longer name... It all feels like a dream whose edges have faded away.


    As I try to move, I¡¯m surprised to realize that my body feels¡­ too small, clumsy, even weak. My fingers seem tiny, like those of a child. Am I in the body of an infant? At first, this knowledge stuns me, but for some reason, it feels as though it was meant to be, as if this return was no accident. Realizing my helplessness, I feel not fear but a sharp curiosity about where fate has led me.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    Through the silence, I hear footsteps. They draw closer until a pair¡ªa man and a woman¡ªappears in the torchlight. They stop, looking at me with caution and curiosity. The man leans down; his face is marked with lines, but his eyes shine with warmth and sincerity.


    "Who could have left a child here?" he says in surprise, genuine concern in his voice.


    The woman gently picks me up, wrapping me in warm cloth, and her touch brings me a strange sense of peace I never knew in my past life.


    "We can¡¯t leave him here," she says quietly. "He has no one, and just look at those eyes¡­ Perhaps he is indeed the destiny that has come upon us."


    I cannot answer or move, but deep inside, I understand: this world is my chance to start anew.

 Chapter 2: First Knowledge

    Several weeks had passed since the day I opened my eyes in this new world, in these kind, yet unfamiliar hands. Roan and Elana, my adoptive parents, surrounded me with care, and with each passing day, I felt more and more that these people had not only saved me but had become the family I''d never had before.


    Each day was filled with their simple but genuine attentions. Elana, as I''d come to realize, had a special bond with nature. She often tended to the plants in the garden, and it seemed that flowers literally came to life at her touch. Her movements were soft and caring, as if she spoke to the plants in a language I couldn''t yet understand.


    Roan, on the other hand, was like a sturdy oak¡ªa man upon whom all worries seemed to slide off, yet his strength lay not only in his physical abilities but in the calmness that enveloped everyone around him. At times, almost playfully, he would show me simple combat techniques. Though I was in a child''s body, old instincts stirred within me at these movements.


    "In my past life, I knew mentors, but I didn''t know care. Here, it feels like they want to teach me, without the need for perfection. It''s... strange, but somehow comforting."


    One evening, as the wind howled outside, Elana sat beside me by the fireplace, opened a small, ancient book, and began reading aloud. These were tales of great mages and ancient powers that had once imbued this world with unique mana. Her voice, warm and melodic, filled the silence like a gentle whisper, carrying a kind of energy close to nature itself.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    "Mother," I said suddenly, my voice hoarse from prolonged silence. "Is this... magic?"


    Elana smiled and nodded.


    "Yes, dear. Magic is not just a power. It''s something that flows within and around us, like an invisible current. It''s part of the world, and if you listen closely, you can hear its whisper."


    I closed my eyes, trying to feel what she was talking about. At first, there was only the warmth from the fire, but then something else appeared¡ªa faint, barely perceptible pulse, as if the world itself responded to my presence.


    "This power feels different... It''s not just a tool. Magic doesn''t demand obedience; it lives and breathes with the world. Could I truly feel it?"


    After that evening, I tried to focus on that feeling every day, sensing the faint flows of mana around me. Sometimes, when Elana and Roan were occupied, I would go out to the backyard to try to summon that feeling again. Closing my eyes, I focused on my breathing, and the mana, as if responding to my call, would fill me with warmth.


    One day, stepping onto the lawn, I gathered my thoughts and allowed the energy to guide my movements. I raised my hand and concentrated, and to my amazement, a light breeze, as if obeying my will, began to swirl around my palm.


    This experiment gave me a feeling that was hard to put into words. I felt as if the world was responding to my movements, requiring no force from me¡ªonly a complete trust in my surroundings.


    "This power... could it truly be a part of me? Could the secret of my new life be hidden in this silence?"


    These simple yet thrilling experiments marked the beginning of my journey.

 Chapter 3: The Taste of Mana and Lessons from My Parents

    Months passed, and my ability to sense mana gradually strengthened. I began to notice that the flow of energy Elana spoke of did not simply surround this world but permeated everything around, absorbed into every being, every petal, every grain of sand.


    Every evening, Elana and I would spend time by the fireplace. She would tell stories of the great mages of the past, of nature''s magic, and how it was and remains something more than just a power¡ªit was a part of existence itself. These tales captivated me, filling my thoughts about magic with something I had never felt before.


    One evening, as rain battered against the windows, Elana invited me to sit by the fire and extended her hand. "Do you want to feel magic?" she asked softly, and I nodded, holding my breath.


    She placed my hand on hers and closed her eyes, focusing. I felt a warm, pulsing energy pass through her hand, like an invisible river flowing with an ancient, steady rhythm. It was more than just warmth¡ªit was as if I could feel life itself, in every breath, in every whisper of the air.


    "Listen to it," Elana whispered. "Magic is more than just power. It''s like a quiet stream that flows within us. Just let it respond."


    Closing my eyes, I focused, trying to tune into this inner rhythm. And suddenly, I sensed a faint, almost imperceptible pulse coming from deep within. There was something special in this pulse, something that connected me to the world around me.This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    "It''s like the world''s own music, a sound I couldn''t hear before..."


    Seeing my surprise, Elana smiled and whispered,


    "This is only the beginning. True magic isn''t something you can control. It responds when we respect it. Always remember that."


    From then on, I tried more and more often to focus on this feeling, seeking mana both around and within myself. Sometimes, when my parents were busy, I would go out to the small clearing behind the house and try to summon a light breeze or warm the air slightly. I realized that these first steps toward understanding magic were little more than a game, but deep down, I felt there was something important behind it all.


    One day, alone in the garden, I raised my hand, focusing on fleeting sensations. My breathing slowed, and I felt a gentle movement of air around my palm. It was like a response to my will, not as a tool, but as a harmonious, connecting force that ran through me from head to toe.


    "Magic... here, it''s something more. Not a means, not a tool. It breathes alongside the world, as something I must become a part of."


    Whenever I needed advice, Elana and Roan were always there. Their ease and their understanding that I needed not just lessons but support, amazed me. Often, we''d sit down for dinner, and they''d joke, sharing stories about their adventures in youth and their dreams for the future.


    "You know, I was once an adventurer," Roan would say, chuckling. "But what I found in a life with your mother¡ªit''s worth more than any treasure. Like this tea, for example. No magic can match its taste when it''s made by Elana."


    Elana would feign a frown.


    "Only if you remember how to brew it properly."


    Roan would sigh in jest, raising his hands playfully.


    "Don''t say so, but I''d rather leave it to you!"


    With each such evening, with each of their warm jokes, I began to understand what a real family was¡ªsomething I had never had before.

 Chapter 4: First Successes and Lessons of Trust

    My journey into the world of magic grew ever deeper. Each day in our home was filled with discoveries, from simple observations to meaningful conversations with Elana and Roan. I learned not only from them but also from the silence, the sounds of nature around me, and the sensations that came when I was alone with myself and the mana that filled everything around.


    One evening, late, after the sun had already dipped below the horizon, Roan suggested that we step outside to learn how to control yet another element. He didn''t tell me what it would be, only smiled as I tried to guess. Finally, he pulled a small candle from his pocket and set it in front of me.


    "Tonight," he said calmly, "we''ll try to feel the fire."


    My heart beat faster. Fire was an element of power and strength, but it also required caution and skill. Roan leaned down and explained that fire is something alive; it can''t simply be forced into existence. You have to feel it, just as you do with mana.


    He guided me through the process of concentration, and at one point, I felt a faint warmth flicker in my palm. I focused, feeling the small flame begin to waver slowly and tentatively.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    "Incredible... In my past life, fire was just a tool, bending to my will. Here, it seems to respond to my trust, not my force."


    Seeing my success, Roan placed a hand on my shoulder and said,


    "Magic is not just the outcome; it is also the journey. You''ve achieved this, but now learn to appreciate this moment. Gradually, learn to be in harmony with each element, for they are part of the world, not merely tools."


    Every word of Roan''s held a special meaning for me. I understood that my old methods wouldn''t work here. Here, I had to learn not control but trust and respect for the elements, for the forces that embodied natural magic.


    We often spent evenings by the fire, listening to the crackle of the wood and watching the light of the flames flicker in the silence. On one of those evenings, Roan and Elana shared with me their thoughts and memories of how magic changes lives.


    "Magic isn''t just power, Ellard," said Elana, looking at the flames. "It becomes your ally if you can understand it. It''s a connection that''s hard to explain. But one day, you''ll see that magic is a part of you."


    "These words remind me that I''ve become a different person in this new world. Perhaps now, with this new life and unique experience, I can understand magic from a different perspective and find something I never knew before."


    These moments with my family became something greater than just magic lessons. They were part of a world where I learned patience, trust, and a new understanding of power, something that opened itself to me here for the first time.

 Chapter 5: First Successes and the Awakening of Will

    Gradually, my life became not just a series of lessons but a journey of self-discovery. Feeling part of a family, I gained confidence that helped me master magic and overcome challenges. Each day brought new discoveries, and I began to see magic as something more than a tool¡ªas a harmony that unified this world.


    One cool day, Roan and Elana called me again to the lake near our home. The water was calm, its surface reflecting the blue sky like a mirror stretching to the horizon. Elana bent down to the water and extended her hand.


    "Today, try to feel the water. It is soft, yet it resists control. Water always finds a path, and like mana, it can be elusive."


    She showed me how to concentrate on the flow of energy and feel a connection to this element. When I reached my hand toward the water, I felt a cool, flowing touch, as if the water itself responded to my movements. It was like an inner current, something familiar yet unknown.


    "This feeling... here, water is more than just an element. It''s a reminder of flexibility and resilience, as if it teaches me to keep moving forward without losing myself."


    Later, back at home, I decided to try calling forth the flow of water again. Focusing, I felt the mana slowly responding and gathering in my palms. But at that moment, my concentration faltered, and the water slipped from my control, splashing against the walls and floor. I looked at my parents, feeling a bit guilty and expectant.The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Elana just smiled, showing neither irritation nor disappointment.


    "Remember, son, every mistake is also part of the path. The key is to find the lessons even in failures."


    In that moment, I realized that their patience and support were something I had never known before. Their calmness helped me accept my mistakes not as weaknesses but as steps toward growth.


    "In my past life, such mistakes would have been punished. Here, though, I''m met with gentle advice and understanding... Is this really how life can be?"


    A few days passed, and we went for a short walk in the surroundings. I walked ahead, enjoying the fresh air and the rustling leaves under my feet. The sense of freedom and calm seeped into my soul, helping me understand that the magic of this world was deeply intertwined with nature.


    We stopped by a stream, watching as water flowed slowly between the stones. At one point, Roan approached me and showed me how to listen to the world around and absorb its energy. He explained that every movement, every sound, could become part of mana if you learn to be attentive.


    "Maybe true strength isn''t about using magic but about living in harmony with it. Here, as with this world, magic brings peace and reveals something new every day."


    That evening, at dinner, I found myself realizing that, for the first time, I truly felt at home. We sat by the fire, Elana sharing yet another story about ancient mages, while Roan humorously commented on her words, bringing smiles to our faces.


    "You know, Ellard," Roan said, looking at me with a warm smile, "there are many possibilities in the world, but the most important one is to find your own. Magic is only a tool to open your heart to this world."


    These words went straight to my soul. I understood that here, in this home, I was gaining not only strength but also a sense of what it truly means to be alive.

 Chapter 6: A Test of Confidence and First Conscious Steps

    As time passed, I gradually realized just how much my life had changed since arriving in this world. Each day, I felt more capable and confident, but with that, my responsibilities also grew. Magic no longer felt unreachable; instead, it became my constant companion. However, I often wondered how deep my bond with this power would go and what sacrifices it might demand.


    One morning, Roan gave me an assignment that seemed simple at first glance, yet it filled me with a strange sense of apprehension. He led me to a clearing and pointed at a solitary tree on its edge.


    "Today, your task is to use your power without harming this tree while clearing the space around it. Focus on clearing the area without force, without destruction."


    This lesson became a true challenge for me. In the past, when strength had been my primary tool, I was used to making things yield and obey. Here, I had to learn a new approach¡ªrespect for the power I wielded, understanding it not as a means of destruction but as a source of harmony. Kneeling in front of the tree, I placed my hand on the ground, closed my eyes, and tried to sense how mana flowed around me, connecting me with the world.


    Focusing on the mana, I felt it as a living current, responding to my intent. I concentrated, trying to feel every blade of grass and root around me, and began to gently direct energy to clear the area without disturbing a single living thing. The process required patience and focus, but eventually, the result exceeded my expectations.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    To my surprise, the mana flowed smoothly and obediently, clearing the space without causing any harm to the tree. It felt like a dance, a graceful movement where every step had its place and purpose.


    "Strength doesn''t always demand destruction. Maybe my purpose isn''t to become the strongest, but to learn how to interact harmoniously with this world."


    Back home, I found myself reflecting on the fact that this day had opened something new within me. We sat by the fire, and Roan and Elana listened proudly as I recounted the assignment. Their support gave me a level of confidence I had never known before.


    "You showed maturity today, Ellard," Roan said, patting me on the shoulder. "Never forget that strength is not always about the result. Sometimes, the most important thing is the process and how you feel in it."


    Elana added with a gentle smile,


    "The world around us is alive. The more you understand that, the stronger your connection with it becomes. We are all parts of a single whole, and magic is merely a tool to feel that unity."


    My parents'' words left a deep impression on my heart. I realized that each day was not only a step toward mastering magic but also a journey toward understanding myself. This world was far more complex and profound than I could have imagined. Each new achievement taught me to be mindful, patient, and respectful of the power granted to me.


    "Perhaps my true purpose in this world is not just to master power, but to learn how to use it wisely, leaving a trail of harmony rather than destruction."


    These first conscious steps toward understanding and controlling magic gave me a new level of confidence. Many challenges lay ahead, but now I knew one thing for certain: I was not alone. With the support of Roan and Elana, I was ready to go further, uncovering more and more amazing facets of this world.

 Chapter 7: Hidden Powers and Secret Desires

    Several months had passed, and I had made significant progress in my training, feeling that new possibilities were opening up to me. But along with this came the understanding that, no matter how much I learned, the world of mana remained vast and mysterious. One evening, as we gathered by the fireplace, Elana decided to tell me about special properties of magic that were rarely discussed in early lessons.


    Elana began with an enigmatic tale about a rare and complex type of magic. She explained the opportunities that unfolded for those who had mastered the basics and could understand the elements on a deeper level. Water, fire, earth, air¡ªall could reveal themselves in different ways if a mage reached a high enough level of understanding.


    "There is magic understood by very few," Elana said, her eyes glowing with reverence and awe. "These are aspects that usually resist control, and their power is immense. Darkness and light, gravity, even the manipulation of consciousness. They can become either a gift or a curse for a mage, should he lack caution."


    Her words felt like a revelation. Before, I''d thought that magic was limited to mastering the elements, but now a different world was opening before me¡ªa world of magic with far deeper meaning.


    "If magic can transcend boundaries, subduing not only elements but something as powerful as the mind and light itself, then what path lies ahead for me?"


    The next day, Elana decided to show me how light could be used not only to illuminate dark places but also to interact with entities on an energetic level. She placed a crystal before me, softly glowing with white light, and asked me to focus on its radiance.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "Feel the light as something alive. Imagine it can be gentle and kind, yet blinding and overwhelming. That is its power," she explained.


    I focused, allowing my mana to connect with the crystal, and felt an unusual warmth, as if the light was penetrating my consciousness. It was a strange sensation, evoking both awe and wonder. In that moment, I felt that magic was not just an element but a way of interacting at the level of the soul.


    "Light, like a living being, can be understood. It doesn''t merely illuminate¡ªit reaches deeper than one might ever imagine."


    That evening, I shared my impressions of working with light with Roan. He listened attentively, then leaned forward, looking thoughtful.


    "You''re still young, Ellard," he began, "and there''s much you don''t know. But remember: the greater the power, the greater the responsibility. The power of light, like any other element, can both protect and destroy. Those of us who have the gift of magic must be especially cautious, for every choice we make has consequences."


    His words struck me, making me think seriously about the weight of my actions. If magic could influence others, what path would I take? Could I stay true to my principles, despite the challenges and possible temptations?


    "Perhaps true mastery lies not in controlling magic, but in controlling oneself."


    As I delved deeper into the study of magic, new facets of its possibilities opened up to me. These lessons became not only training sessions but also tests of my character. I was beginning to understand that magic was not only a gift but also a temptation. It beckoned with its power and possibilities, yet I realized that the true path of a mage was not to subjugate nature but to respect its strength and balance.


    These days revealed more and more questions, and I understood that each step forward was a step toward understanding not only the world but also myself.

 Chapter 8: Limitations and First Failure

    Several more months passed, during which my connection to magic grew deeper, and my mastery of it became more confident. Yet, increasingly, I sensed that on the path to perfection, the obstacles would not only be external. Every day, my parents became not only mentors but also unseen guardians of the calm and confidence I needed at this young age.


    One evening, Roan set me a new task that seemed simple at first but turned out to be unexpectedly difficult.


    "Ellard, imagine you''re in a battle and can''t use magic at its full strength. Your goal is to learn to control your energy so it supports your actions, not as an offensive force," he explained, his voice serious and focused.


    He showed me how to create something like a shield around myself, using only a small portion of my mana. I began to immerse myself slowly in the process, trying to understand how to reduce the flow of energy and direct it solely toward defense. At first, everything went smoothly, but soon I felt resistance, as if a barrier within me prevented me from holding the shield for long.


    Elana was watching, and noticing my tension, she quietly said,


    "Don''t try to overcome this barrier with force, Ellard. If you can''t hold the shield, it means you need to understand where the weakness lies and how to strengthen it."This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    After several attempts, I realized that I couldn''t sustain the shield properly. This was unexpected for me, as my training in magic had generally gone smoothly until now. Facing this inner barrier, I felt frustration and even anger. Deep down, a thought arose that maybe my powers weren''t as strong as I imagined.


    "Can I truly master magic completely? Or is there a limit I won''t be able to surpass, no matter how hard I try?"


    These doubts forced me to reconsider my path. I remembered Elana''s words about harmony with nature and realized that even the strong cannot always reach their goal through persistence alone. Perhaps the journey to mastering power does not always involve control.


    Later, sitting by the fire with Roan and Elana, I shared my thoughts. Roan listened carefully, then said,


    "Ellard, no path to mastery is ever straight. Your powers are a gift, but remember, true strength lies in accepting your weaknesses and learning from them."


    Elana added gently,


    "Magic doesn''t yield to force. It requires understanding and sensitivity. Maybe you''re too focused on proving something to yourself instead of letting the mana show you its true direction."


    After this conversation, I realized that my abilities would be tested not only by tasks and training but by the internal boundaries I would have to overcome. I now understood that the path of a mage is one of constant self-development, not just a battle with the world around.


    "True strength isn''t always about success; it''s in the ability to learn from your mistakes."


    This failure became an important lesson, helping me understand that every step in this world is tied to patience and acceptance of my own limitations.

 Chapter 9: The First Training with the Elements and the Trial by Fire

    The next day, Roan suggested that we continue studying the basics of magic, this time focusing on the elements. He chose fire, explaining that its power was one of the hardest to control because fire tolerates no doubts and demands absolute confidence and inner balance.


    We went out to a clearing, where the air was filled with the scent of damp earth and the freshness of the morning forest. Roan gestured for me to kneel and close my eyes.


    "Fire is more than just warmth," he began, his voice calm and steady. "It''s energy, a force that can warm or destroy. To master it, you must find it within yourself. Try to imagine a warm flame in your chest, gradually growing stronger."


    I closed my eyes and focused on my senses. A few minutes passed, and suddenly I felt a faint warmth stirring in my chest, as if a spark had ignited within me. It was more than just warmth; it was a feeling of power that could easily slip out of control if I wasn''t careful.


    Roan watched me, his face impassive, but I knew he was monitoring my every move.


    "Remember, fire is not your servant. It does not yield to command. Feel it, but don''t try to control it. Let it become a part of you."


    Focusing on this sensation, I attempted to create a small flame on my palm. At first, everything went smoothly, but soon the flame began to grow, as if feeding on emotions I couldn''t contain. In that moment, I felt a surge of fear¡ªthat the fire might escape my control¡ªand that fear immediately triggered a flare-up.


    The fire flared stronger than I''d expected, burning my hand. I pulled it back, feeling the sting of the burn and a wave of disappointment.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.


    "It seems it''s stronger than me... Why can''t I control what lies within me?"


    Seeing my dejection, Roan approached me and gently took my hand.


    "Ellard, fire tolerates no fear. When you allowed yourself to feel afraid, it lost its balance. Magic isn''t just power. It''s a force that requires complete calm and confidence."


    That evening, sitting by the fireplace, I pondered what had happened. I realized that the issue wasn''t with my abilities but with my approach to magic. I was too often reminded of my past, of the power I''d been accustomed to, and I wanted to feel that same confidence again. But in this world, things were different. Here, magic required respect and humility, not dominance.


    Elana, noticing my thoughts, gently touched my shoulder.


    "Ellard, sometimes the greatest strength lies not in commanding but in understanding and accepting. Magic is like a river. It flows its own course and embraces only those who are ready to become part of it," she said with a wise smile.


    "Perhaps strength isn''t in control but in the ability to be part of something greater¡ªsomething beyond my own understanding."


    The next day, I decided to try again. Fire, like my own soul, required not control but understanding. I went to the clearing, knelt, and closed my eyes. This time, I allowed the fire to exist as it was, without trying to command or restrain it.


    A faint flame appeared on my palm again, but this time it didn''t spiral out of control. I felt it gently pulsing, then gradually fading away, leaving behind a soft warmth and a feeling of victory¡ªnot over the fire, but over my own fear and uncertainty.


    Roan and Elana watched me, and I saw pride in their eyes. This time, I didn''t feel like a conqueror, nor did I feel triumphant. It was a quiet satisfaction, knowing I had overcome my own fears and limitations rather than an external force.


    "The path to strength lies not in conquering the outer world, but in overcoming oneself."


    This victory became an important step for me, showing that magic requires not only skill but also inner harmony.

 Chapter 10: The Trial of Steel and Fire

    Today was a special day. Roan, noticing my progress and readiness for new challenges, proposed that I test my skills in a sparring match. But this wasn''t going to be an ordinary training session¡ªit would involve magic. This was what I had been striving for from the beginning: a combat art that combined physical strength and mana, turning a fighter into the embodiment of power and grace.


    We went to a spacious field near the village. Many generations of warriors had trained here, and it felt as though the earth held memories of past battles. Roan drew his sword, and his face took on a serious expression I hadn''t seen before. He was not only my mentor but also an experienced fighter who fully understood what a magic-wielding warrior could achieve.


    "Ellard, today you''ll show me what you''ve learned," he said, his voice steady with a hint of approval. "Remember, there''s no room for fear or hesitation. Let your magic and body act as one."


    I nodded, feeling adrenaline surge through my veins. This time, I wouldn''t be just a student; today, I was his opponent.


    We began slowly, circling each other, studying and evaluating. Then, without warning, Roan charged. His sword cut through the air with a force I wasn''t ready for. At the last moment, I managed to dodge, dust swirling around us, hiding his next move.


    He was quick and precise, but I wasn''t about to give up. Taking a deep breath, I allowed mana to fill my legs, increasing my speed. I swiftly moved behind him, delivering a strike that would have taken any ordinary opponent by surprise. However, Roan was faster than I''d anticipated; he anticipated my move and met my blade, blocking it with such strength that it sent me staggering back.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Seeing that raw strength alone wouldn''t suffice, I decided to channel mana through my sword. My blade began to glow with a faint light, leaving a subtle trail behind it, as if teasing Roan and drawing his attention to my movements.


    "Well done, Ellard," he said with a smirk, "but a bit of sparkle isn''t enough to win."


    He attacked again, but this time I used a technique I knew from my past life: I twisted my body so that his force would spin into a whirl of motion. Pushing off with one foot, I swung in a high arc, skimming the ground. This was a movement I had perfected over years of training in my past life.


    "A new body, but the technique is still mine."


    For a moment, I thought I''d surprised him. Roan raised his eyebrows, a glimmer of interest in his eyes. He parried my strike, but now I could see he was taking me seriously. It was an honor for me to be a worthy opponent to my father.


    Suddenly, Roan infused his blade with mana, and his sword ignited with a fierce fire that enveloped him with overwhelming strength. I realized that my father was a master of fire magic, and his power was not just formidable; it was awe-inspiring.


    "Don''t fear the fire," he said, stepping toward me with purpose. "Let it show you what you''re capable of."


    I took a deeper breath, focusing on my own magical flow. I managed to summon a small flame, but instead of channeling it into my sword, I infused it into my movements, which gave me speed and left Roan with no time to retreat. I attacked with renewed strength, surrounded by bursts of flame, and our swords collided in a whirlwind of sparks and mana.


    Roan went on the offensive, each of his strikes powerful and precise. But I felt something awaken inside me, a deep knowledge returning to me. Using magic, I allowed myself to become part of the flow, anticipating his every move. When his sword swung toward me again, I dodged, pushed off, and, shouting a spell, directed my flame right at his weapon, blocking his attack.


    We froze, and I realized that we were at a draw. Our strengths were equal, and Roan seemed to see not just a son but a formidable opponent in me.


    He sheathed his sword and smirked,


    "Well done, Ellard. Today, you''ve shown that you can be more than just a student."

 Chapter 11: The Decision of My Parents and the Path to New Frontiers

    After my sparring session with Roan, something changed in the atmosphere at home. As we walked back from the field for dinner, I noticed my parents exchanging glances, as if they were discussing something important¡ªsomething unseen but palpable to me.


    During the evening meal, by candlelight, I finally heard what I''d been expecting since I first started feeling like part of this world.


    "Ellard," Roan set down his spoon, meeting my gaze, "you''re growing up... and you''re no longer the child you once were."


    Elana nodded, her gaze moving from Roan to me. Her eyes held tenderness and something else¡ªa hint of worry.


    "We see how you''re learning and growing. You are undoubtedly gifted, and that gift requires... deeper training than what we can offer here in the village," she added, carefully setting aside her bread.


    I nodded quietly, understanding that they had come to a decision I had anticipated.


    Roan continued,


    "There''s an academy in the capital. It''s one of the finest institutions on the continent, renowned for its mentors and the knowledge passed down through generations. There, Ellard, you''ll be able to understand your gift, learn to control it, and discover what mana holds within itself and how to wield it."Stolen novel; please report.


    Elana gently took my hand, her voice trembling slightly,


    "We know it''s early, you''re still a child, but we feel this is your destiny. And who knows what powers you might learn to command there?"


    At that moment, I felt a mixture of pride and a tinge of sadness. In my past life, I often longed to wander alone, unburdened by attachments and bonds, but now, standing before me were people willing to support me. This decision was as important to them as it was to me.


    "Perhaps, in this life, I''m meant not only to gain power but to understand why it''s given to me."


    Roan explained that setting out for the capital was no simple journey and that we would need to prepare. They would gather provisions and items to trade along the way, and our journey might take several days.


    Elana suggested we visit nearby villages to say goodbye and gather any essentials needed for a long journey. I knew that this marked the beginning of a new chapter, and the feeling of it filled me with anticipation and readiness.


    That evening, sitting by the fire, Roan and Elana sat beside me. Their voices softened as they spoke about the journey, about how traveling to the capital would be no easy feat, but they saw in me a child capable of handling any challenge.


    Roan, smiling, said,


    "Don''t think it will be easy there. The academy is known for its strict discipline, and even I found it tough when I trained under the mentors in the capital. But I see in you the same fire I had back then, Ellard. And I''m sure you can overcome any trials."


    Elana added with a gentle smile,


    "But always remember, no matter what happens¡ªyou''re our son, and this home will always be yours."


    Those were words I hadn''t expected to hear, but feeling their support and love, I realized that, perhaps, it was for them that I should strive.


    Thus, a new stage of my life began, and the next morning, we started preparing for the long journey to the capital.

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 Volume 2.Chapter 1: The Road to the Capital

    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¡ªthe 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¡ªmen 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¡ªtall 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¡ªelegant 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¡ªor 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¡ªready 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¡ªa 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¡ªa 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¡ªfights 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¡ªthe 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¡ªa 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¡ªof course¡ªI 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¡ªthe 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¡ªwe¡¯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¡ªKeir, 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¡ªit 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¡ªwell, 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¡ªit 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¡ªyou¡¯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¡ªthey 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.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    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¡ªa 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¡ªand 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¡ªhe¡¯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¡ªit 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¡ªnot 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¡ªmy 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¡ªan 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¡ªif 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¡ªmore 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¡ªdark 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¡ªit 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¡ªfill 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¡ªto 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¡ªwhoever 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¡ªa 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¡ªif 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¡ªfood 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.

 Chapter 2: Ambush

    Night had descended upon us like a soft blanket. Stars sparkled in the heavens, and everything seemed calm. The forest around us stood silently, listening to the crackle of the fire as we prepared to settle in for another stop. Yet, something in the air felt off, as though nature itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the inevitable.


    I sat beside my mother in the wagon, watching as my father and the others set up the campfire. Malenia, smiling, was chatting with Reyna about recent events, while Keir, as always, joked around, spinning his spear with a flair.


    Then, a sudden sharp cry pierced the silence of the forest. In an instant, everything around us came alive. The group leaped to their feet, and weapons gleamed in the moonlight.


    "Ambush!" my father shouted, gripping his sword.


    My heart raced, but my mind was clear and cold. Without hesitation, I grabbed my mother''s hand and led her behind the wagon, sheltering her in the relative safety of its shadow.


    From the dense forest came the sound of snapping branches, followed by dark figures bursting through the undergrowth. The attack came swiftly, their cries echoing through the night. The moon, hidden behind clouds, only occasionally illuminated the chaos, transforming the battle into a frantic dance of shadows and light.


    They charged at us, their swords and spears flashing, their eyes filled with fury and bloodlust. The once peacefully crackling fire now illuminated a battlefield, its flickering light casting eerie reflections on faces and weapons.


    Malenia wasted no time, pulling her bowstring taut and releasing the first arrow. It struck one of the attackers in the chest, and he collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan. Reyna reacted instantly, grabbing her potions, ready to aid anyone who might be wounded.


    Keir, armed with his ever-present spear, was the first to meet the attackers. With a grin, he stepped forward to face them, his spear flashing in the firelight, delivering swift and precise strikes. The attackers tried to surround him, but he moved with the agility of a dancer among them.


    Not far away, Aldric stood firm, his massive sword carving through the enemy ranks. His face was grim, every strike deliberate and devastating.


    Chaos erupted around us ¡ª shouts, the sound of splintering wood, and the clash of metal. It was a fierce and merciless struggle, where every second could be the last.


    The attackers surged from the forest like a relentless tide, but I watched them with cold clarity. There was no room for fear in my mind ¡ª only resolve. I saw Keir holding the line against the first wave of enemies, his spear flashing with deadly precision in the firelight.


    "Is that all you¡¯ve got?" he taunted, dodging a strike and delivering a counterblow that felled his opponent.


    Malenia, perched on the wagon, was focused and steady. Each of her arrows found its mark, and the attackers dropped one by one. Her movements were fluid and controlled, every shot purposeful and true.


    Aldric stood like a fortress, his massive blade cleaving through the attackers with unwavering strength. His blows were powerful and precise, making him seem unshakable.


    But there were too many of them. I could see our group being pushed back, holding together, but the attackers showed no signs of relenting.


    The battle grew more intense. Keir found himself in the thick of the fight. His spear danced through the air, striking with a precision and speed that defied prediction. He moved like a force of nature, evading strikes and countering with lethal accuracy. The attackers tried to encircle him, but each attempt met with the unyielding barrier of his skill.


    Malenia remained on the wagon, her bow an extension of her arm. Another arrow flew, taking down an enemy rushing toward Keir. Her actions were calm and calculated, and her expression showed unflinching focus. Not a single arrow missed its target as she maintained control over the chaos.


    Aldrick, like a fortress, stood firm against the onslaught, his massive sword striking down enemies with destructive power. He wasted no movements¡ªevery strike was calculated and deadly. Around him, foes fell, but more surged forward. Without breaking his rhythm, Aldrick dispatched them one by one, holding his ground with unshakable determination.


    Reyna, despite her role as a healer, was not idle. She skillfully threw daggers, each hitting its mark. Her eyes shone with determination, and even as she stood amidst the chaos of battle, her focus remained on aiding the wounded. With a dagger in one hand and a healing potion in the other, she navigated the battlefield, ready to provide support at any moment.


    Yet, the sheer number of enemies became increasingly evident. They pressed harder, attempting to break through the defense. Each of us fought with all our strength, but the relentless pressure continued. The surrounding chaos grew, and every second felt like an eternity.


    I couldn¡¯t remain on the sidelines. When one of the attackers broke through toward our wagon, I stepped forward, raising my sword. The enemy looked at me with a smirk, clearly underestimating me.


    "Think you can stop me?" he taunted.


    "Try me," I replied coldly.


    He lunged, but I was ready. Dodging his initial strike, I countered with precision, my blade slipping past his guard to find its mark. He stumbled back, but I didn¡¯t relent. Every strike was exact, every step measured.


    Another attacker charged toward the wagon, his towering figure and burning hatred evident in his eyes. He clearly didn¡¯t take me seriously.


    "Get out of the way, boy!" he growled, raising his sword for a strike.


    I met his gaze with cold composure. My grip on the sword was steady, my breathing calm. He rushed forward, but I sidestepped his swing and swiftly retaliated, my blade slicing into his arm and leaving a deep gash.


    "What the¡­?" he began, but I didn¡¯t let him finish.


    I moved into the offensive, channeling the skills honed in my past life into this battle. Every movement was deliberate, every strike precise. Realizing he wasn¡¯t facing an ordinary child, the attacker changed tactics, but it was futile. I evaded his blows, parried his strikes, and countered with my own, driving him back step by step.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    His confidence faded, replaced by unease. He began to understand that he wasn¡¯t fighting a mere boy, but an experienced warrior whose young body belied the strength and resolve within.


    With one final thrust, I disarmed him, forcing him to his knees.


    "Who''s in the way now?" I said coldly, locking eyes with his defeated face.


    At that moment, I saw my father struggling against two opponents. He was fighting valiantly, but his strength was waning.


    "Ellard!" he shouted, noticing me. "Go to your mother. Protect her¡ªshe¡¯s pregnant!"


    Without hesitation, I raised my sword high and, with a swift motion, severed the head of the enemy in front of me as if slicing through butter. My father glanced at me, clearly surprised, though he didn¡¯t let it show.


    I scanned the battlefield, taking in the sight of our companions fighting with all their might. Keir stood firm against the advancing wave of enemies, shouting commands and rallying the others. His spear moved with deadly precision, inspiring everyone around him.


    ¡ª You shall not pass! ¡ª his voice was powerful and unwavering, his spear dancing in the moonlight.


    I turned to my mother, whose eyes were filled with fear, though she remained silent. Clenching my teeth, I raised my sword once more, ready to protect her until the very end. But then, from the shadows of the forest, he appeared ¡ª the leader of the attackers. His massive figure loomed against the trees, and his cold eyes burned with sparks of hatred. In his hands was a giant sword that seemed to be an extension of his being. Every step he took echoed like a harbinger of an impending storm.


    ¡ª So, boy, ¡ª his voice was gruff and hollow, ¡ª you¡¯ve decided to play the hero? Do you really think you can stop me?


    I gripped the hilt of my sword tighter, forcing myself to maintain a calm fa?ade.


    ¡ª Step aside, ¡ª I replied, trying to sound confident. ¡ª Or you¡¯ll regret it.


    He laughed, his chuckle rolling through the forest like the ominous echo of a threat.


    ¡ª You, boy? You think you can defeat me? ¡ª He took another step forward, his sword gleaming in the moonlight. ¡ª Show me what you¡¯ve got.


    I didn¡¯t wait. Lunging forward, I aimed a strike at his side, hoping to catch him off guard. But he was fast. His sword met mine, and the clash of metal rang out, sending a shiver through the air.


    We circled each other, our weapons clashing again and again, each blow like the collision of lightning. He was strong and experienced, but I knew my agility and technique could give me the upper hand.


    Feigning a movement, I dodged his powerful strike and lunged forward. My blade pierced his armor, leaving a deep mark. But he didn¡¯t falter, his eyes blazing with fury.


    ¡ª You¡¯re good, boy, but that won¡¯t be enough! ¡ª he growled, his voice full of rage and pain.


    He charged at me with renewed force, but I had already learned his moves. Using his momentum against him, I dodged at the last second and struck at his legs. The leader staggered but didn¡¯t fall.


    The leader, fiercely swinging his sword, lunged at me again when a shout came from behind:


    ¡ª Ellard! ¡ª It was Keir.


    He had seen me engaged in a duel with the attackers¡¯ leader and, despite being surrounded, rushed to my aid. But his path was blocked by a wave of enemies, and I could see him gritting his teeth as he fought his way toward me, hurling his spear with such force that every strike was like thunder.


    Keir was entirely immersed in the battle, his spear flashing in the moonlight and piercing enemies with ease. Beside him, Reina, clutching her blade, fought just as fiercely, shielding the injured. Malenia fired arrow after arrow with precision, her movements smooth and deliberate, like a dance in the rhythm of combat.


    Aldric, with his massive frame and quiet ferocity, held his position, fending off attack after attack like an unbreakable wall. Every strike he delivered was powerful and devastating, and the enemies seemed to recoil from him as if he were a giant.


    Keir, even amidst the chaos, kept his eyes on me. He saw how I, young but resolute, stood against the leader, fighting him as an equal. He knew time was against us and surged forward to assist, but the enemies clung to him, holding him back and hindering his advance.


    ¡ª Hold on, Ellard! ¡ª he shouted, delivering another blow with his spear, but I could no longer hear his words. My entire focus was locked on the leader.


    We exchanged blow after blow, each aimed at claiming victory. My opponent¡¯s gaze was filled with hatred and determination. I could feel the strength ¡ª and the limitations ¡ª of my youthful body. Yet, my spirit remained unyielding.


    The leader made a powerful lunge, but I managed to dodge as Keir drew closer, fending off enemies around him. Just as he was nearly within reach, the ground beneath me began to tremble. Cracks spread, separating us.


    ¡ª No! ¡ª Keir shouted, lunging forward, but it was too late.


    The leader froze, sensing the danger, but I knew there was no way to change what was coming. I stepped back, but the ground beneath me gave way. The last thing I saw before falling was Keir¡¯s face, filled with despair, his outstretched hand failing to catch me.


    I felt the air rush from my lungs as we plummeted down. Branches lashed at my face, and the forest''s darkness consumed us at a dizzying speed. At the last moment, I saw the enemy I had been fighting also falling beside me, his eyes blazing with fury and fear.


    We crashed into the ground, and for a moment, the world went silent. I lay on the forest floor, pain radiating through every fiber of my body. But despite it all, I didn¡¯t allow myself to rest. Quickly looking around, I saw the enemy rising to his feet, his sword already in hand.


    "This isn¡¯t over," I thought, my mind racing.


    He charged at me, his footsteps muffled on the soft earth. I forced myself to my feet despite the pain and readied myself for the next blow. Time seemed to slow again. I saw his every movement, every detail. His swing was powerful, but I knew this was my one chance to turn the tide.


    As he struck, I dodged at the last moment and countered with a precise thrust, aiming my blade at his side. He hissed in pain but didn¡¯t retreat. He came at me again, but this time I was ready. Dodging and parrying his blows, I seized the moment and struck with enough force to send his weapon flying from his grasp, leaving it to fall to the ground.


    He was disarmed, but his gaze remained full of rage. I raised my sword and pointed it at him.


    ¡ª This is your end, ¡ª I said, my voice calm but resolute.


    I looked into his eyes ¡ª they still flickered with fury, but the confidence was gone. His chest heaved with every breath, each one a struggle. I gritted my teeth, feeling a storm of emotions within: anger, fear, and determination.


    For a moment, my sword hovered in the air before I brought it down in one swift motion. The blade cut through the silence of the night, and the leader staggered, like a shadow caught by the light. He dropped to his knees, his body succumbing to gravity. His eyes met mine one last time ¡ª not with hatred, but with grim acceptance.


    Then he fell to the ground. The world grew still. Only the rustling of leaves and distant cries of battle reminded me that life continued to move on.


    I stood there, breathing heavily, my hand still clutching my bloodstained sword. Something clenched in my chest. This world... it felt as cruel as the one I had left behind.


    No matter where I found myself, the essence remained the same. People fight, protect those they love, lose, and win, risking everything. No matter how many times I was reborn or in what form I existed ¡ª the world always demanded strength, resolve, and the willingness to embrace its darkness.


    "Worlds may differ, but their laws remain the same," I thought. "Here, just like before, you must be ready to fight for those you hold dear. And though this body is young, the soul remembers the lessons of the past."


    Clutching the hilt of my sword, I stepped back, letting the weight of the moment sink in. The burden of responsibility felt heavier than ever, but I knew this was only the beginning. In this world, as in the last, I would fight ¡ª for myself, for my family, and for those beside me.


    Gathering my thoughts, I felt the tension slowly leave me, but with it came exhaustion. My heart pounded furiously, and my breathing grew more labored. My legs gave way, and I staggered.


    The world around me began to blur. The ground, the forest, the cliff ¡ª all melded into a chaos of shadows and light. I tried to take a step forward, but my body refused to obey. My head spun, and I felt the earth vanish beneath my feet.


    "Too... much..."


    The last thing I remembered was the cold wind whipping against my face and the darkness swallowing me whole as I collapsed to the ground. Consciousness slipped away, leaving only silence and oblivion.

 Volume 2, Chapter 3 – The Mark of Fate

    The starry sky stretched above the forest like an endless dome of silence and light. I lay on the damp ground, feeling each breath fill my lungs with fresh, cool air. But this calm was deceptive, as if the world itself held its breath, waiting for something to shatter this illusion of tranquility.


    I slowly opened my eyes. Shadows of trees swayed above me, and somewhere in the distance, a faint whisper of the night forest drifted through the air. But this was not an ordinary place. It breathed with magic, life, and something else¡ªelusive yet powerful. And suddenly I realized: I was not alone.


    From the thick shadow emerged a being. Its figure was framed by a shimmering glow, as if it were woven from light and darkness itself. Eyes, glowing with a mysterious gleam, pierced through me.


    ¡ª You have awakened, ¡ª it spoke, its voice echoing through the forest, enveloping me.


    ¡ª Cain...


    I froze. Hearing my name from a past life here, in this world, felt like a punch to the gut. My heart raced, and thoughts spiraled wildly in my head.


    ¡ª Why do you call me that? ¡ª I asked, trying to cope with the unexpected unease.


    The being took a step forward, its voice becoming deeper, yet no less penetrating:


    ¡ª Because that is the name of your soul. You can bear any other here, but your essence remains unchanged. You know the cost of your mistakes, Cain. How many times have you stood before


    a choice and lost?


    Suddenly, memories exploded in my mind. Battles, blood, screams¡­ I saw again the faces of those I loved, those I had promised to protect but failed to save. A wife with eyes full of hope and fear. Children I never got the chance to save. Each of them was part of my past, that life I tried to forget.


    ¡°Will I be able to endure this again? To lose everything I love once more? No¡­ I can¡¯t allow this to happen again. But what if it¡¯s inevitable? What if my fate is to forever fight and lose?¡±


    The being watched me unwaveringly, as if sensing every thought of mine, every memory.


    ¡ª Cain, do you remember that day? ¡ª its voice became softer but resonated with an inexorable power. ¡ª That day when you stood over the bodies of the fallen. Their eyes, their pleas¡­ Do you remember?This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    I closed my eyes, and the images of the past rushed before me. Sunlight pierced through the treetops, illuminating the battlefield. The ground was littered with corpses, my hands gripping a bloodied sword. The silence was deafening, and only the pain of loss screamed in my soul. I felt the weight of every promise I had failed to keep.


    ¡ª Your strength, your determination... All of this has brought you here, but you know the price, Cain. You remember what it is like to lose everything.


    ¡°Why me? Why must I make this choice again? I don¡¯t want to be the cause of more losses¡­ but if not me, then who?¡±


    I opened my eyes, my heart tightening with pain and fear, but somewhere deep inside, something else began to ignite. Determination. Strength.


    ¡ª What do you want from me? ¡ª I asked, my voice hoarse but firm.


    The being came closer, its eyes shimmering as they looked deep into my soul.


    ¡ª I am the one who watches the paths, the one who walks between worlds. You, Ellard¡­ or perhaps I should call you Cain? You stand on the brink of a great fate. This mark on your shoulder is not just a symbol. It is your path. But are you ready to accept it?


    I glanced at my shoulder. The glowing pattern pulsed with a soft light, warmth and cold intertwining across my skin. I felt this power seep into my being, like a call that could not be ignored.


    ¡ª What is this mark? ¡ª I asked, feeling a growing excitement.


    ¡ª It is power, ¡ª the being answered. ¡ª It can destroy or save. It will be a trial and a blessing. But the choice is yours. You can accept it or reject it. But know this: refusal will leave your fate unknown and your power unfulfilled.


    ¡°I cannot turn away from this power. I cannot let my family, my friends face what I have already endured once. I must accept this mark. It is my duty.¡±


    ¡ª I will accept it, ¡ª I pronounced firmly, feeling confidence ignite within me.


    The being smiled, its eyes sparkling with a mysterious light.


    ¡ª Then listen, Cain. Dark times are coming...


    The world will be consumed by greed, vice, and injustice. Wars and cataclysms will begin. You will become one of those who can change the course of events. But remember: before you will stand both allies and enemies. Even the gods will one day descend from the heavens to become part of your path.


    These words sounded like a prophecy. They weighed more than any sword I had ever held.


    ¡ª I am ready, ¡ª I said, feeling my words transform into not just a promise but a vow.


    The being extended its hand and touched my shoulder. A tingling sensation pierced my body, as if the very fabric of the world was seeping into my being. My mana boiled over, becoming wild and untamed. I felt power swell within me, ready to burst forth. It seemed that I could move mountains, destroy everything around me...


    But then came exhaustion. I felt the strength leaving me. My legs buckled, and everything before my eyes went dark.


    ¡ª Remember, Cain, your journey is just beginning. Do not falter; otherwise, all that you protect will be lost.


    The last thing I heard was the whisper of the night forest and the sensation of the light from the mark on my shoulder becoming the final anchor in this world.

 Volume 2, Chapter 4 – The Forest Trap

    I made my way through the forest, feeling a slight weariness and weakness from the fall, but determination would not let me go. The sky was strewn with stars, and rare beams of moonlight broke through the thick canopies of trees, illuminating my steps. I tried to tread carefully, for it was easy to get lost or fall into a trap in an unfamiliar forest.


    Suddenly, a faint smell of smoke wafted towards me. I froze, listening, and heard sounds: muffled laughter, a voice full of malice, coarse whispers. A heavy scent reached my nostrils, reminiscent of decay. Striving to make no sound, I slid forward, trying to locate the source of the noise.


    As I approached, I saw a camp. Rough and massive figures sat around a fire. There were five of them. All were carelessly dressed, exuding vulgarity and depravity, their faces smeared with dirt and twisted into ghastly grins. One of them, apparently the leader, lazily reached towards the fire, a knife glinting in his hand. His movements were quick and cruel, much like his entire demeanor.


    Watching them, I felt a cold resolve rising within me. But what compelled me to act was the sight of a fragile elven girl tied to a stake by the fire, looking almost my age. Her clothes were torn and dirty, her face pale and gaunt. She looked like a small, lost creature. I saw the fear in her eyes, a fear born alongside those wretches.


    I must help her. There is no other choice.


    I needed to act quickly and quietly. Taking a deep breath, I tried to restrain myself from launching an immediate attack and planned my course of action. I would have to take them out one by


    one¡ªremove each without raising the alarm. I drew my dagger, and the blood rushed in my ears.


    I crept up to the nearest slaver, who sat with his back to the fire, rummaging through his bag in search of food. Silently approaching from behind, I delivered a swift strike to his neck. He gasped, the sound barely escaping his lips before it was cut off as I lowered his body to the ground.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    While the others laughed at some joke, I slid over to the next one, and then to the third, taking them out just as quickly and silently. Two left. The tension was building, but I tried to keep my composure.


    The fourth one was slightly more attentive; catching some noise, he turned around, his eyes flashing with suspicion. I froze, holding my breath in the shadows of the trees. He looked around, muttering something about ¡°beasts in the woods,¡± and returned to the fire. That moment was enough for


    me¡ªI attacked him from behind, fast and soundless.


    However, the leader, with the scar on his face and a heavy, corrupt gaze, noticed my approach. He lunged for his sword and jumped towards me, his face contorted in an angry grimace.


    ¡ª Little pup! Do you think you can take me on? ¡ª he roared, thrusting his sword at me with terrifying force.


    I tightened my grip on the dagger and stepped forward to meet him. We clashed in combat, and with each strike, I felt his strength surpassing mine. Blow after blow, the metal rang, sparks flew in all directions, and I stubbornly held on, dodging and searching for a weak spot. He was a more experienced fighter, but I knew my chances were not solely dependent on luck.


    He feinted left, and I barely managed to dodge to avoid being cut down in place. Focusing, I waited for my moment. Finally, his defense faltered, and I made a sharp maneuver, deflecting his sword to the side and delivering a strike that caught him off guard. The leader staggered and fell.


    When the last enemy fell, I approached the elven girl. Her delicate hands trembled, and her face was dirty, but even in this helpless state, she radiated a strange nobility. I extended my hand to help her up, and she hesitated before placing her cold fingers in my palm.


    ¡ª You are safe, ¡ª I said quietly, trying to sound soothing. ¡ª My name is Ellard. I will help you get out of here.


    She looked at me with surprise, her large eyes reflecting disbelief, but then something softened in her gaze. She got up, her clothes tattered and dirty, but her look remained clear and piercing.


    ¡ª Thank you¡­ Ellard, ¡ª she whispered in a trembling voice. ¡ª I¡­ my name is Sianna.


    Now, standing beside her, I understood that salvation was only the beginning.


    New dangers and a long journey awaited us ahead. But looking at this fragile figure, I knew I would allow nothing and no one to harm her.

 Volume 2, Chapter 5 – On the Edge of Survival

    The sky brightened, but the cold air of the night still held the forest in its grasp. I walked cautiously between the trees, listening to every sound. Nearby, just behind me, Sianna followed. Her steps were slightly uneven, but she tried to keep up, though fatigue was starting to show.


    I stopped and nodded to her, gesturing for her to sit on a fallen tree.


    ¡ª Let¡¯s rest, ¡ª I said, seeing her pale face.


    She obediently sat down, wrapping her arms around her knees, and looked at me with slight bewilderment.


    ¡ª Are you really so good at navigating here? ¡ª she asked, struggling to hide her surprise.


    I simply nodded, quickly scanning the nearby bushes and noticing a few edible plants I had encountered before. Quickly gathering them, I offered part to Sianna.


    ¡ª Try this. It¡¯s not a delicacy, but it will keep you going.


    She hesitantly took the plants and looked at me as if expecting a trick.


    ¡ª And this¡­ is definitely edible? ¡ª she asked, scrutinizing the leaves uncertainly.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    ¡ª Of course. I¡¯ve eaten this while camping. Just trust me.


    Sianna nodded and began to eat; her face wrinkled slightly, but she remained silent, trying to suppress her displeasure. I stifled a smirk at her reaction, but said nothing¡ªlet her get used to life in the woods.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found a suitable place for the night and started a fire. Sianna hugged herself, wrapping up in her thin cloak, and sat next to me by the fire. We silently watched the flames, enjoying the warmth until she finally broke the silence:


    ¡ª You¡­ where did you learn all this? You seem like a kid too...


    I smiled slightly and replied evasively:


    ¡ª Just¡­ been to many places. My father taught me a lot.


    She nodded slightly, deep in thought, and suddenly added:


    ¡ª You¡¯ve probably been in scrapes I¡¯ve never even heard of, right?


    I didn¡¯t answer, just gazed into the fire. Let her think I''m just an ordinary guy with experience. Let it be easier that way.


    When the fire died down, I built a small shelter for us from branches, trying to protect us a bit from the night chill. We settled onto a thin bedding of leaves, and I noticed how Sianna huddled into her cloak.


    She looked at me with a slight shy smile:


    ¡ª Maybe¡­ maybe it¡¯s better if we stay closer together? That way, it might be warmer.


    I stood still for a moment, taken aback by her suggestion, but then I gathered myself and smirked:


    ¡ª We¡¯re just a boy and a girl. Is that really appropriate?


    She scoffed, rolling her eyes:


    ¡ª Ellard, we¡¯re just kids. What¡¯s the difference?


    ¡ª Maybe you¡¯re right, ¡ª I mumbled, pulling my cloak tighter and feeling the light chill of the night gradually recede.

 Volume 2, Chapter 6 – El-Anner

    Sianna and I made our way through the forest. Gradually, conversations began to unfold between us, making the long journey a little less tiring. Sometimes her voice sounded shy, but noticing my friendly smile seemed to bring her to life, and the conversation grew warmer.


    At one point, Sianna paused, her gaze flickering over me, and, biting her lip slightly, she exhaled as if deciding something important.


    ¡ª Ellard¡­ ¡ª she began, a bit shyly. ¡ª Will you be able to take me to my home? It¡¯s¡­ quite far, ¡ª she briefly lowered her eyes, then looked up at me with hope. ¡ª The capital of my people.


    I nodded without hesitating for a second. For the first time in a long while, this felt like a true calling. I wasn¡¯t just on the road; I was here to help.


    ¡ª I will definitely take you home, ¡ª I replied confidently, feeling warmth rise in my chest.


    ¡ª That¡¯s now my goal¡ªto make sure you¡¯re alright.


    Sianna blushed slightly, but her face brightened with relief. She smiled a little, as if feeling protected next to me, and we continued on.


    After wandering in the forest for a while, I began to sense Sianna''s little body tiring. But I tried not to show it, continuing step by step. At one point, she slowed down and looked back.


    ¡ª Are you sure you¡¯re okay? ¡ª she asked cautiously, noticing that I was starting to fall behind.


    ¡ª Absolutely, ¡ª I replied, trying to sound upbeat.


    However, it soon became clear that we needed a break. We sat down under a sprawling oak tree, and in that silence, her quiet voice broke my thoughts.


    ¡ª Why are you so sure you can protect me alone?


    For a moment, I hesitated, wondering how to respond. Then I exhaled, thinking carefully about each word.


    ¡ª Once, people¡¯s lives depended on me, and maybe I¡¯ve just gotten used to relying on myself,


    Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.¡ª I spoke, recalling my past life. ¡ª I knew their lives were in my hands.


    ¡ª That¡¯s¡­ hard to imagine, ¡ª Sianna said thoughtfully, looking off to the side as if recalling something of her own.


    When we rose again, she suddenly walked confidently ahead as if she knew the way. After a while, we stumbled upon an old stone archway, nearly completely hidden by moss and leaves. It was adorned with ancient symbols barely visible in the thickening twilight.


    ¡ª This is an ancient portal. One of those left by our ancestors so the elves could return home, ¡ª she explained, tracing her fingers reverently over the stone.


    The symbols suddenly glowed with a silvery light, and the arch seemed to come alive, as if awakening from a millennia-long sleep. I couldn¡¯t take my eyes off it, experiencing a strange, almost mystical feeling.


    ¡ª Is this¡­ safe? ¡ª I asked, unable to hide my surprise.


    ¡ª Yes, ¡ª Sianna replied confidently. ¡ª We¡¯ll go straight to El-Anner, to my capital.


    She took my hand, and we stepped into the portal. The light brightened, my head spun, and when my eyes opened again, a majestic sight lay before us.


    We stood in a square at the heart of the elven capital. I looked around, astonished by the architecture, the elegance of the pale stone buildings, the patterns that adorned the walls, arches, and bridges. Fountains sparkled with crystal streams, and the air was filled with delicate aromas, as if nature and architecture had merged into one.


    ¡ª Welcome to El-Anner, Ellard, ¡ª Sianna whispered, clearly pleased to be back. She surveyed the city; her eyes shone with happiness and relief.


    I nodded, trying to contain my awe. The elven capital was magnificent and seemed timeless. Passersby, noticing us, stopped and looked at us with mild surprise. Their faces and posture spoke of nobility, even wisdom I hadn¡¯t seen in humans.


    As we made our way to the central square, guards in shining silver armor approached us. Their faces were calm, but their gazes were sharp, watching me warily. One of them, apparently the leader, stepped forward, intently scrutinizing us.


    ¡ª Who are you, and where have you come from? ¡ª he asked sternly, his voice cold.


    Sianna stepped forward, her tone growing firmer:


    ¡ª I am Sianna, from the Tielin clan.


    This man saved me from the slavers in the forest and brought me here so that I could return home.


    The guard froze, his eyes widening. He immediately bowed his head and gestured to his subordinates.


    ¡ª Princess Sianna... We will inform the royal family of your return immediately! ¡ª he announced, signaling one of the guards, who promptly set off for the palace.


    After that, the guard turned back to me, and I sensed that his gaze was now filled with respect.


    ¡ª Man, ¡ª he said, looking me straight in the eyes. ¡ª You have acted nobly. Your courage will not go unnoticed.


    I nodded, feeling an emotion that was hard to describe. I just knew that this encounter would change everything.

 Volume 2, Chapter 7 – Royal Secrets

    We strolled slowly through the brightly lit streets of El-Anner, and as I looked around, I did my best to hide my astonishment. The capital of the elves was unlike anything I had ever seen: tall towers adorned with intricate patterns seemed to float in the air; the scents of flowers and herbs filled the soft breeze. Small squares were decorated with fountains that shimmered with a gentle light. It felt as though every corner of the city was imbued with ancient magic, emanating peace and harmony.


    Sianna walked slightly ahead, her steps growing more confident, and her face shone with joy at returning home. I didn¡¯t know how to start a conversation, but I couldn¡¯t hold back when another glimpse of the capital''s luxurious decor nearly overwhelmed me.


    ¡ª I have to admit, it¡¯s truly¡­ breathtaking here, ¡ª I exhaled, trying to find the right words.


    ¡ª Sianna, forgive my bluntness, but who are you really?


    She stopped, turned slightly, and smiled. There was no hint of reproach in her gaze, only a soft glimmer of understanding.


    ¡ª I am¡­ the daughter of the king and queen of El-Anner, Ellard, ¡ª she confessed quietly, as if afraid to shatter the delicate tranquility of the moment. ¡ª But for me, it¡¯s more than just a title. My family has ruled this people for thousands of years, and my entire life, all my aspirations are connected to this in one way or another.


    Sianna¡¯s words sounded almost ordinary, but I couldn¡¯t help but feel respect for her strength and responsibility. The daughter of the king and queen, the princess of the elves¡­ My salvation turned out to be much more significant than I had imagined.


    What a twist. And now what? Upbringing dictates that I maintain a dignified demeanor, but this is


    a princess. The girl sitting next to me is risking her life like any ordinary person¡­


    ¡ª Thank you for trusting me, ¡ª I said, trying to speak simply, without any formality. ¡ª Now


    I understand why you longed for this place, for home.


    We continued our journey, talking about more everyday things. She told me about her favorite spots in the city, the flowers they grow here, and the fountains where silvery water flows in an eternal stream. I caught her words and thought about how her soul seemed connected to this place.


    We approached the palace gates, towering before us like a living embodiment of ancientness and grandeur. The gates were made of white stone, adorned with silver patterns that shimmered in the night. Wide staircases framed by blooming shrubs led up to them. Silver trees surrounded the palace, their leaves resembling fabric made of moonlight. The guards at the entrance were clad in armor that sparkled in the dim light of magical lamps.


    Sianna paused for a moment, gazing at the gates as though finding something familiar and important within them. I could see her eyes fill with light, as if each stone of this place energized her. One of the guards, noticing us, widened his eyes.


    ¡ª Princess Sianna! ¡ª he hurriedly gestured to his companions. ¡ª Immediately inform the royal family of the princess¡¯s return!


    Another guard left his post and vanished into the depths of the palace. The chief guard turned to me again, his voice softer and warmer.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    ¡ª We are grateful to you, man, for your nobility and courage. Your bravery deserves respect, ¡ª he added with a serious expression, but for a moment his eyes sparkled gently, as if in acknowledgment.


    I merely nodded, unable to find words. Everything was happening so fast, so unexpectedly.


    We entered inside, and I sensed that the atmosphere of the palace differed from the rest of the city.


    It was quiet here, but every detail¡ªfrom the lamps to the moldings¡ªspoke of great history and magic. The walls were adorned with delicate patterns, glowing crystals hung from the ceiling, filling the corridors with a soft light. The air here was warm, with a faint scent of fresh flowers.


    I caught a glimpse of servants who swiftly passed by us. They moved smoothly and quietly, almost like shadows, but in every movement, there was a restrained strength and focus.


    ¡°This world is so different from everything I have known. Here, everything is alive, glowing, like the very embodiment of magic. It feels as if every stone here carries the memories of centuries¡­¡±


    Suddenly, light footsteps were heard, and we saw the king and queen approaching us. The king, tall and stately, exuded nobility and confidence. His light hair and piercing eyes looked at me with curiosity and gratitude. The queen¡ªbeautiful and graceful, as if woven from light itself¡ªcame to Sianna and embraced her, unable to contain her emotions.


    ¡ª Sianna¡­ You have returned, ¡ª she whispered with a gentle smile. Tears of joy sparkled in her eyes.


    Sianna, smiling, turned to her parents and began to recount what had happened. I stood slightly aside, giving her the opportunity to share this important moment, but soon the king turned to me.


    ¡ª I do not know how to express our gratitude, young Ellard, ¡ª he said, his voice firm yet filled with sincerity. ¡ª You performed a noble act by saving our daughter at the risk of your own life. For that, we wish to offer you the hospitality of our home. Rest, you are completely safe with us.


    I nodded, grateful for their appreciation, but with a slight awkwardness, I tried to protest.


    ¡ª Thank you, Your Majesty. But I must return; my family is probably worried¡­


    The queen leaned slightly toward me and, with a warm smile, gently interrupted:


    ¡ª We understand your concern for your family, Ellard. But allow us to extend our hospitality and give you a chance to regain your strength after such a difficult journey. In the morning, we will invite you to a council to discuss the details of what happened.


    Sianna cast a warm glance at me, as if wanting to persuade me to stay.


    ¡ª Please, Ellard, stay at least for this night, ¡ª she said earnestly.


    I took a deep breath, realizing that I didn¡¯t want to refuse. After all, the day had been challenging.


    ¡ª All right, ¡ª I finally agreed, nodding gratefully to the royal family. ¡ª I will accept your hospitality.


    The king and queen exchanged warm looks and then summoned servants to lead me to my quarters, where I could rest.


    I was escorted to a spacious room, the walls adorned with soft tapestries featuring forest motifs. In the center of the room stood a large canopied bed, with a plush carpet on the floor, and beside the window, there was a bath filled with warm water. I couldn¡¯t hide my slight astonishment.


    ¡°It seems that they do not skimp on the comfort of their guests...¡±


    Setting aside my sword and removing my dirty clothes, I approached the bath and immersed myself in the warm water. My body instantly relaxed, and I felt relief wash over me. For a moment, I closed my eyes, feeling the fatigue leave my muscles.


    After the bath, I changed into clean clothes that the servants had left for me and lay down on the bed. The softness of the bed enveloped me in warmth, and I allowed my thoughts to wander for a while.


    ¡°I never thought I would have such a day¡ªsaving a princess, traveling to the capital of the elves. But the world is bigger than I could have imagined. Tomorrow, I will have a conversation with the king¡­ I wonder what they think of me?¡±


    With these thoughts, feeling a pleasant heaviness from fatigue and the richness of the day, I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep, sinking into a world of dreams.

 Volume 2, Chapter 8 – The Council at Court

    Soon the council would begin, and the excitement in my chest grew with every passing moment. I stood in the spacious chambers that had been provided to me in the palace, gazing out the window. Beyond the lavish walls, the majestic buildings of El-Anner loomed. Everything around seemed so new and unusual: airy staircases gracefully twisting like living beings, and the inhabitants walking majestically through the streets. I felt this atmosphere filling me, both inspiring and overwhelming.


    Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Sienna entered the room. She looked fresh and radiant, despite the trials she had endured. I couldn''t help but notice how her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the excitement and joy sparkled in her eyes.


    ¡ª Hello, Ellard, ¡ª she said with a smile. ¡ª Are you ready for the council?


    I nodded, trying to hide my awkwardness. We had only recently become allies, and now I was about to introduce myself before her family, before her people. It felt incredibly important, and there was no room for weaknesses.


    ¡ª I¡¯m ready, ¡ª I replied, adjusting my simple yet neat attire. ¡ª You mentioned once that I should behave properly?


    Sienna giggled; her laughter sounded like music.


    ¡ª Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll do fine. You know how to act like a nobleman. And even if you...


    She paused, searching for the right words, and I felt a slight tension in her voice.


    ¡ª ...even if you look a bit younger than the rest. ¡ª Her voice was kind and playful, which lightened the moment.


    I couldn¡¯t help but smile. ¡ª Well, that¡¯s true. But maybe that will give me some advantage? Perhaps I will surprise everyone with my skills.


    She tilted her head, as if weighing my words.


    ¡ª You know, I never thought about it that way. It might work! ¡ª Her smile reminded me of how much I appreciated her support.


    We exited the chambers and made our way to the hall where the council was taking place. Inside the palace, there was an atmosphere of anticipation: guards at their posts, elven noble ladies and gentlemen with serious faces. I felt the curious and perhaps distrustful gazes studying me.


    As we approached the enormous doors of the hall, Sienna squeezed my hand slightly. I felt the warmth of her palm and looked at her. She appeared determined, as though she were trying to convey her confidence to me.


    ¡ª Are you ready? ¡ª she asked, raising an eyebrow.


    ¡ª Yes, ¡ª I replied, trying to speak confidently. ¡ª Ready like never before.


    The doors swung open, and we entered the hall. Huge columns and high ceilings adorned with stained glass created a unique atmosphere. I paused for a moment, awestruck by the beauty.


    In the center stood a massive table, around which sat the elders and wise elves. They looked at us, and tension hung in the air. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but I understood that I needed to remain composed.


    Sienna stepped forward, her voice ringing loud and clear:


    ¡ª Esteemed council members, I have returned home, and this is Ellard, my savior!


    By the time she uttered those words, I felt the gaze of everyone present examining me with curiosity and skepticism. The eyes of the elder elves sitting at the table seemed piercing, as if they could see into my soul.


    I stepped forward, striving to exude confidence.


    ¡ª I am glad to be here and grateful for the opportunity to meet you, ¡ª I spoke, trying to articulate as I had been taught. ¡ª I only did my duty, and if it weren''t for Sienna, I wouldn''t be here.


    At that moment, I noticed how one of the elders, clad in luxurious robes, slightly raised an eyebrow, but overall the atmosphere in the hall softened.


    Suddenly, the king entered the hall, adorned in magnificent armor that gleamed in the light. He stopped at the center, his face reflecting the power and majesty of a ruler.


    ¡ª Princess, ¡ª he pronounced, his voice sounding authoritative and confident, ¡ª we are glad to see you in good health. And you, human...


    His gaze fell upon me, and I felt uneasy under his scrutiny.


    ¡ª ...the savior of our daughter, ¡ª he concluded, his voice softening slightly.


    I nodded, feeling how his words elevated my significance, yet at the same time, they weighed heavily on me.


    He began to speak about the situation with the slavers, his face contorting with rage as he accused humans of being involved in this terrible matter.


    ¡ª This race has left us no choice again! ¡ª he roared, and I noticed his fist clenching. ¡ª We must punish them for what they have done to our daughter!


    At that moment, I couldn''t hold back and spoke up:


    ¡ª But, Your Majesty, not all humans are like that. I am human myself, and I only wanted to save Sienna. There¡¯s no need to punish everyone for the mistakes of a few.


    A hush fell over the hall, and I felt all eyes turn back to me. The king froze, his face turning to stone, and then, as if contemplating my words, he slightly relaxed his fist and nodded.


    ¡ª You are right, ¡ª he said slowly. ¡ª We cannot condemn everyone for the actions of a few.


    Suddenly, an elven general approached the king, clad in armor that indicated his military rank, with a piercing gaze.


    ¡ª I am glad the princess has returned, ¡ª he said, slightly bowing his head. ¡ª But...Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    His attention shifted to me.


    ¡ª You save her, but what are your true intentions? ¡ª his voice cut like a sword. ¡ª I cannot allow anyone to use the princess for their own purposes.


    I stared at him, not knowing what to say.


    Gathering my thoughts, I sensed that now was the time. I lifted my head and replied:


    ¡ª I seek no gain; I only wanted to protect her when the slavers attacked. I know it may seem foolish, but I am confident that I can prove it.


    The general regarded me with suspicion and then said:


    ¡ª If you truly wish to prove your worth, I propose a fight. Let your actions speak for you.


    The crowd stirred, and although I felt fear creeping in, I realized this was the only way to demonstrate my loyalty.


    ¡ª Very well, ¡ª I said, and a murmur spread through the hall. ¡ª I am ready.


    We stepped out onto the training yard. I felt the tension rising. The general, Calebrin, took a sword in hand, his movements confident and precise. I braced myself, feeling the adrenaline surging inside me.


    As the fight began, I saw him attack swiftly, his movements like the wind¡ªfast and lethal. I dodged, barely avoiding the strikes, yet each time his strength forced me to retreat. I knew I couldn¡¯t let him win.


    I put all my energy into the attacks, trying to strike back. But with each moment, I felt my body failing me; this childish form couldn¡¯t fully harness my inner potential.


    Calebrin, the general of the royal army and the king''s brother, stood before me with unwavering confidence. His movements were quick and deadly, like the wind. He attacked with a force that was hard for me to predict¡ªeach of his moves was perfectly calculated and executed. I barely managed to evade, feeling how each of his actions compelled me to back down.


    I poured every ounce of strength I had into each strike, attempting to counterattack. But my body betrayed me¡ªthis childish form, with its limitations, prevented me from fully expressing myself. Inside me lay a warrior, but I felt I couldn''t fully utilize my capabilities.


    Each movement became increasingly strenuous, and I sensed my strength waning. Fighting against


    a warrior as experienced as Eltaran in the body of a child was akin to trying to climb a cliff with bare hands. But I had no intention of giving up.


    The general feinted to the right, and I fell for the trick, raising my sword to block the strike. Suddenly, he changed direction, and before I could react, Eltaran was behind me. I felt a light tap in my side, signaling that if this had been a real battle, he could have ended it with a single move.


    ¡ª You are holding up well, ¡ª he said, and I caught respect in his voice, ¡ª but you cannot use your strength as you could. Stubbornness will not save you.


    Grinding my teeth, I stepped back, trying to catch my breath and gather myself. His words stung, but I understood: he was right. I lacked the physical strength and endurance to hold my ground in the fight.


    Calebrin dodged with confidence, each of his movements executed with strength and grace. It was clear to me that he surpassed me not only in physical capabilities but also in experience and skill. Suddenly, he feinted to the right, and I instinctively raised my sword in defense. But Calebrin, changing trajectory, found himself behind me and lightly but firmly touched my side.


    ¡ª You are tenacious, Ellard, ¡ª he said, and I detected respect in his voice. ¡ª But for now, your strength lies more in determination than in physical power.


    I composed myself and took a deep breath. His words stung, but I understood their truth. In this child¡¯s body, I lacked the endurance to hold my ground in a fair fight. Yet, despite this, I was not ready to give up.


    ¡°No. I must show what I am capable of, at least to prove to myself that I can handle this,¡± ¡ª I thought, feeling something ignite within me. It was determination, that spark awakened during the battle with the slavers. Perhaps it was the mark on my shoulder, reminding me of the ancient power that had been granted to me. A strange sensation of strength enveloped me, and I allowed my instincts to take over.


    I charged into the attack, directing my strikes with maximum speed, evading Calebrin''s thrusts. For a moment, his eyes sparkled when he realized that I was now a more formidable opponent. My movements grew quicker; I acted on instinct, as if compensating for a lack of physical strength with desperate determination and precision.


    Calebrin took a step back, his eyes narrowing as he carefully observed my every move. But sadly, even this suddenly awakened power quickly waned. Feeling my strength leaving me, I slowed down, giving Calebrin an opportunity. He delivered a decisive strike, forcing me to retreat, and then with a swift motion, he knocked the sword from my hand.


    Frozen and panting heavily, I looked at him, feeling disappointment in myself. However, Calebrin smiled and bowed to me.


    ¡ª You have fire within you, young man, ¡ª he said. ¡ª Your body limits you, but your spirit... it is worthy of a warrior.


    After the duel, Kalebrin suggested I return to the council hall, and despite my fatigue, I agreed. Emotions still surged within me after the fight, but meeting with the council remained an important task. I knew that was where I could find answers to many questions about the future, including support and a chance to inform my family that I was alive and well.


    When we entered the main hall, King Eltaran and the other members of the elven council were already waiting for us. The guards standing at the edges of the hall straightened up, as if affirming the significance of the moment. Sianna looked pleased to see us and took her place next to her parents. I saw Eltaran lean towards her, holding back his emotions, yet his face betrayed a sense of relief.


    Kalebrin gestured for me to sit beside him, and I took a deep breath and followed him.


    As I approached the center of the hall, King Eltaran stood up and addressed me with deep respect:


    ¡ª Ellard, ¡ª he began, his voice sounding calm yet firm. ¡ª We have learned of your deed and how you risked your life for my daughter. I am grateful to you for her return. Your action, even for one so young, speaks to your strength and honor. We will not overlook this.


    Silence fell over the hall as he paused, his words seemingly echoing off the stone walls. I bowed, trying to maintain my composure.


    ¡ª Your Majesty, it was an honor for me to protect Sianna, and I thank you for your kind words, ¡ª I said, and, looking at the king, added: ¡ª But it is not I alone who deserves this honor. Any one of you would have acted the same if you were in my place.


    Eltaran nodded, noticing my manners, and in his eyes, I caught a hint of surprise.


    ¡ª You speak and behave not like an ordinary child, Ellard, ¡ª he said, squinting as if wishing to penetrate the depths of my thoughts. ¡ª Yet, despite your youth, you have shown wisdom and courage.


    Sianna, standing next to her father, looked at me with joy, as if proud of our acquaintance. At that moment, Kalebrin decided to support the conversation by expressing his thoughts.


    ¡ª My nephew speaks the truth, ¡ª he said with a slight smile. ¡ª Ellard possesses a rare combination of courage and strategy. As a general of the elven troops, I can say that such potential deserves attention. Therefore, I would like to suggest that the young warrior stay here for some time. Perhaps I could impart some skills to him that would help him unlock his gift.


    This phrase made the king uneasy. Eltaran looked at me and then turned back to his brother:


    ¡ª Kalebrin, as always, your wisdom is impeccable. Yet, Ellard, we understand that you may have obligations to your family. However, we would be pleased if you decided to stay and accept our assistance. We will offer you training and protection if you wish.


    I pondered this. The thought of returning to my parents did not leave me. I knew how worried they must be about me. On the other hand, the chance to learn from Kalebrin himself was enticing. Finally, I found the courage to speak:


    ¡ª Your Majesty, my family is probably very worried about my disappearance. However, I recognize that training with Kalebrin would benefit me. If there¡¯s a way to inform my family that I am safe and that I will stay for a while, I would gladly remain here to develop my abilities.


    Eltaran seemed to nod in satisfaction. Then he looked at Kalebrin:


    ¡ª Then let¡¯s proceed as such. Kalebrin, take care of this personally. We will inform Ellard¡¯s parents of his safety and our offer.


    Kalebrin nodded, smiling as he said:


    ¡ª I can assure you, Ellard, that your relatives will be informed just as you wish.


    I sighed with relief, feeling that my decision was approved. Sianna moved closer, and in her gaze, I sensed joy and perhaps even a hint of admiration.