Chapter 4 The Guardian

The creature leaped forward, claws raised, but a flash of silver light cut across the air. A tall figure stepped between Kael and the beast, cloaked in shimmering fabric that reflected the torchlight like moonwater. With a single gesture, the creature recoiled, dissolving into smoke that slithered back into the shadows.

Kael stared. "Who are you?" he demanded, voice tight.

"I am the Guardian," the man replied, his eyes sharp and ancient. "This forest and this castle are trials, not places. They exist to test those who enter. Many fail."

Kael learned that Eldoria was cursed long ago when its rulers sought forbidden power. The forest grew from the magic that spilled into the land. The curse waited for someone brave enough-and broken enough-to face it. Someone who could feel fear but still move forward.

"You are not ready," the Guardian said softly, "but your heart has strength few possess. That is why the forest calls you."

He spoke of illusions, living shadows, and a final trial hidden at the forest's core. Truths waited there-truths Kael might not wish to see.

Before Kael could ask more, the Guardian faded like mist beneath sunlight. The castle trembled faintly, as though awakening. Alone once more, Kael felt the weight of destiny settle upon him.

The path ahead promised danger and revelation. And despite the fear, Kael stepped forward.