Adventures in the Sacred Forest

Chapter 12: The Unexpected Savior

As the morning light seeped into the hidden cave, Almas and Creetan stirred from their restless slumber. The events of the previous day and the encounter with their mysterious uncle still lingered in their thoughts. The bird that had guided them to safety now flapped its wings anxiously, as if urging them to follow.

Almas and Creetan exchanged glances, their unspoken agreement evident. They would trust the bird's instincts once more. Following its lead, they ventured towards a nearby cluster of berry bushes, their empty stomachs grumbling in anticipation of a much-needed meal.

The boys savored the sweet taste of the berries, their nourishment providing a small measure of comfort in their dire situation. But their respite was abruptly shattered as the bird suddenly erupted into panicked flapping, its distress reverberating through the air.

Confusion etched across their faces, Almas and Creetan turned their attention to the source of the commotion. To their shock, three members of their escort had emerged from the forest, encircling the boys with malicious intent.

"So, you thought you could get away from us, said one if the men insincerely, "Sorry boys but we are being paid good money to deliver you to the Lich Lords."

Fear and defiance mingled in Almas's voice as he demanded answers. "What are you doing? We trusted you!"

The men sneered, relishing in their deceit. But just as they closed in, a young voice echoed through the clearing, commanding them to stop. All eyes turned to the unexpected presence nearby-Ulec, standing with an air of confidence, Crusty at his side.

With his elvish features hidden beneath a bandana, Ulec appeared as nothing more than a twelve-year-old boy to the men. They laughed, underestimating the danger that stood before them. Ignorance would prove to be their downfall.

One of the men drew his sword, his intentions clear. Ulec, however, effortlessly dodged the swing, his movements graceful and agile. With a swift series of strikes from his staff, the man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The remaining two men approached Ulec more cautiously, their wariness apparent. They attacked simultaneously, swords flashing through the air. Ulec's skill and agility were put to the test as he deftly evaded and parried their strikes.

The fight waged on, each clash of metal resounding through the forest. Almas and Creetan watched in awe as Ulec demonstrated his prowess. Eventually, the other two men joined their comrade on the ground, defeated.

Almas wasted no time in asking Ulec about who he thought was his uncle. "Ulec, do you know if that was Uncle Marpel that helped us yesterday?"

Ulec responded, "Yes. He is okay, just a small wound to his leg. When I noticed you were in trouble I had a bird write a message on the ground during the night telling him how to find you guys. But we can't worry about him right now, it's your dad that I'm worried about, we need to catch up to him."

Creetan's eyes widened, his voice filled with astonishment. "Who is this boy, Almas?"

Almas spared a brief moment to exchange a knowing glance with Ulec before responding. "He's a friend, Creetan. I'll explain everything on the way, but for now, we must catch up with Father. If Ulec believes that Father is in trouble than we need to believe him."

Ulec nodded, his expression serious. "We need to warn High Lord Gidon and ensure his safety. Time is of the essence."

With renewed urgency, the group set off, their steps propelled by a shared purpose. Almas, Creetan, Ulec, and Crusty moved swiftly through the forest, their determination unwavering. As they navigated the treacherous path,