The last Spellcaster

Chapter three

Come on," Rian said, grabbing Kael's arm. "We have to go."

The two of them ran through the forest, following a path that Kael had never seen before. It wound through the trees, up and down hills, and across a small river. Kael had to keep up with Rian's fast pace, but he was determined to see this through.

Finally, they came to a clearing. In the center of the clearing was a stone pedestal, with a small chest resting on top of it. Rian walked over to the chest and opened it. Inside were a few pieces of parchment and a small crystal.

"These are the clues your father left," Rian said, handing Kael the parchment. "We need to decipher them and follow them to find the others who can help us."

Kael took the parchment and studied it closely. It was filled with riddles and cryptic symbols, but he knew that he had to solve them if he wanted to save the world.

"We don't have much time," Rian said, looking around nervously. "We have to move quickly. The longer we wait, the more danger we'll be in."

Kael nodded, and the two of them set off again, following the clues that Kael's father had left for him. They traveled for days, through forests and mountains, over rivers and valleys. Kael was exhausted, but he knew that he had to keep going.

Finally, they arrived at a small village nestled in a valley. The village was surrounded by a high stone wall, and there were guards stationed at the gate.

"We have to be careful," Rian said, leading Kael to a small building on the edge of the village. "We don't know who we can trust."

Inside the building, they met a man named Taran, who had been a friend of Kael's father. Taran had been waiting for them, and he had gathered a small group of people who had the same powers as Kael.

"We've been waiting for you," Taran said, greeting Kael warmly. "We knew that you would come, eventually."

Kael was amazed. He had never met anyone else with his powers before, and he had never imagined that there were others out there like him.

"We have to work together if we want to defeat the darkness," Taran continued. "We have to train, and we have to be ready for the fight of our lives."

Kael nodded, feeling more determined than ever. He knew that he was meant for something great, and he was ready to embrace his destiny.

The group spent the next few weeks training, honing their skills and learning to work together as a team. Kael was amazed at how quickly he improved, and he felt more powerful than he ever had before.

But even as they trained, Kael couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He felt eyes on him wherever he went, and he knew that they were not alone.

One night, as Kael was walking back to his quarters, he heard a sound behind him. He turned around, but there was nothing there.

"Who's there?" he called out, his heart racing.

There was no answer, but he could feel a presence watching him.

Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground, and he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked up, and saw a shadowy figure standing over him.

"Kael!" Rian shouted, running towards him with his sword drawn. The figure turned and ran away, disappearing into the night.

Kael groaned in pain, clutching his side. "What was that?" he asked, looking up at Rian.

"I don't know," Rian replied, helping Kael to his feet. "But we need to get you to a healer."

Kael nodded, and together they made their way through the dark streets. Kael's wound throbbed with each step, and he could feel his strength waning.

As they walked, Kael couldn't help but feel that they were being watched. He glanced over his shoulder, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Finally, they reached a small, run-down building on the outskirts of town. Rian knocked on the door, and it creaked open to reveal an old woman with a kind face.

"What happened?" she asked, ushering them inside.

Kael explained what had happened, and the old woman examined his wound. "It's a deep cut," she said. "But it's not life-threatening. You'll be okay."

She applied some ointment to Kael's wound, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you," he said, gratefully.

The old woman nodded, and turned to Rian. "You'll need to be careful," she said. "Whoever did this will be back."

Rian nodded. "We will," he said. "Thank you for your help."

As they left the building, Kael couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"We need to find out who did this," Kael said, determination in his voice.

Rian nodded. "Agreed," he said. "But first, we need to get some rest. You're in no condition to fight."

Kael reluctantly agreed, and they found a small inn where they could spend the night. As he lay in bed, Kael couldn't help but think about the events of the day. He had never been in such danger, and he knew that he had a long and difficult journey ahead of him.

The next morning, Kael and Rian set out to find the person who had attacked Kael. They asked around town, but no one had seen anything out of the ordinary.

As they walked, Kael suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Wait," he said. "I think I know where we need to go."

He led Rian down a small alleyway, and they came to a dead end. Kael looked around, and saw a small symbol etched into the wall.

"This is it," he said. "This is where we need to be."

Rian looked skeptical. "How do you know?" he asked.

Kael shrugged. "I just have a feeling," he said.

They stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Suddenly, the wall began to glow, and a doorway appeared.

Kael and Rian exchanged a look, and then stepped through the doorway. They found themselves in a dark, cavernous room, with torches lining the walls.

In the center of the room was a figure, draped in a cloak. Kael felt a chill run down his spine as the figure turned to face them.

"What do you want?" the figure asked, its voice cold and menacing.

Kael stepped forward, his hand on his sword. "We want answers," he said. "Who attacked me?"

The figure chuckled. "You think I'm going to tell you?" it said. "You're not even worth my time."

With a wave of its hand, the figure conjured a wall of fire between them, blocking Kael's view. He stood there for a moment, staring at the flames, unsure of what to do next.

"Kael, are you alright?" Rian called out from behind the flames.

"I'm okay," Kael replied. "But I don't know how to get through this wall of fire."

"Let me handle it," Rian said, his voice filled with determination.

Kael watched in awe as Rian began to chant a series of ancient words. As

he spoke, the flames began to recede, until they were nothing but a small pile of ashes on the ground.