A Plan to Save the Prisoners

Madison stood tall, the Moonstone Scepter gleaming in her hand. She was no longer the scared girl who had stumbled into this adventure. She was becoming the leader the prophecy had foretold. But with that newfound strength came an even greater burden of responsibility.

As the rebels tended to their wounded and reinforced the camp's defenses, Madison called a meeting with Wald, Astrid, Roran, and the rebel leaders. They gathered around a makeshift table, faces grim and bodies weary from battle.

"We can't stay here," Madison said, her voice firm. "The Mad King's forces will be back, and in greater numbers."

Garrick nodded, wincing as he shifted his injured leg. "Agreed. But where can we go? We're not exactly welcome in most places."

"That's not our only problem," Renna cut in, her scarred face twisted with worry. "Word came in just before the attack. The Mad King's troops raided several villages to the north. They took prisoners – our people."