The morning fog hung low over the hills, softening the edges of the cliffs and forests.
Kael led his small group along the winding dirt path, their clothes damp from the lingering rain. The villagers walked quietly behind him, exhausted but alert. They had seen what loyalty demanded—the blood, the danger, and the weight of following someone who refused to run.
"This way," Kael said, pointing toward a narrow valley between two cliffs. "I know a place where we can rest properly, at least for a while."
Ryn glanced at him. "You're thinking bigger than a hideout, aren't you?"
Kael didn't answer. He had already imagined it—walls strong enough to withstand attackers, towers to see the horizon, and open space for training.
As they crested the hill, Kael's eyes caught sight of a hidden structure nestled between the cliffs.
An abandoned fort.
Its walls were cracked and weathered, gates rusted, but the stone still stood firm. The remnants of banners flapped weakly in the wind, the emblem faded almost beyond recognition.
"This… will work," Kael said. "Not perfect, but it's ours for now."
The villagers stepped inside, cautiously inspecting the empty courtyards and dark corridors. Lyra ran her hand along the cold stone walls. "It's… huge," she whispered.
Kael looked out from the main hall, surveying the fort. Every shadow, every broken pillar, every crack told him a story of battles fought long ago. But now, it would tell a new story—the story of loyalty chosen, not forced.
"We'll make this our base," Kael said firmly. "A place to train, to plan, and to protect anyone who chooses to stand with us."
Ryn nodded. "And when the king sends more soldiers?"
Kael turned toward the horizon, eyes sharp. "Then they'll find not a runaway prince… but a rising force."
That night, Kael climbed to the highest tower and watched the moon cast silver light across the hills. Far below, the trees swayed, hiding their new home from casual eyes.
Somewhere in the royal capital, King Vortigan received another report. His son had survived. Worse… he had begun to claim a name, a place, and a following.
Kael clenched his fists, feeling the weight of what lay ahead. Every decision, every choice, every moment of loyalty could mean life—or death—for those who had chosen to follow him.
And for the first time, he smiled.
This was no longer just a road to escape.
It was the foundation of something greater.
(To be continued)