Chapter 8: First Steps

The days that followed were marked by intense preparation. Caelum, though still young, understood the importance of what he had to accomplish. Each morning, he rose at dawn, his mind clouded by dreams of a lost family and a destroyed kingdom, but he had no time for regrets.

The training he underwent was as rigorous as it was varied. Aldric, recovered from his injuries, supervised the combat sessions. The veteran did not spare Caelum, imposing exhausting physical exercises and sequences of combat techniques with the traditional weapons of Arkhadia: spears, slightly curved double swords, and long-range bows. Aldric was demanding, but he saw in Caelum the potential of a future leader.

One morning, with dew still beading on the grass, Aldric led Caelum to the edge of a dense forest just outside the refuge. "Today, you will face a different foe," he said, casting a piercing glance at his young charge. "Nature."

Caelum, out of breath from hours of morning training, frowned. "What do you mean?"

Aldric smiled, amused by the young prince's impatience. "Nature can be as merciless as an armed enemy. If you can survive here, alone, for a full day, you will begin to understand what it means to be a true warrior."

Caelum understood immediately what this meant. Aldric would give him no weapons, no aid. He would have to make do with what he could find in the forest. Part of him felt intimidated, but another, deeper part accepted this challenge as a necessary test.

"Okay," he said, staring at Aldric with determination. "I'm ready."

Aldric nodded, satisfied. "I'll come back for you at dusk. Be careful, Caelum. This forest holds more secrets than you can imagine."

Without another word, Caelum plunged into the thick vegetation, leaving behind the last bastion of safety he knew. He knew it would be a long day, but he was determined to prove himself.

The first few hours were a constant struggle to orient himself. The forest was dense, every tree seemed identical, and the strange noises that echoed around him heightened his sense of being watched. But Caelum kept his cool. He knew he had to find water, shelter, and maybe even food.

He finally spotted a small stream winding through the trees. The water was cool, crystal clear, and he crouched down to drink, relishing the invigorating sensation of the cold liquid running down his throat. But as he stood up, he felt a presence behind him.

Instinct, honed by weeks of training, whipped him around in a flash. A man, clad in reinforced leather and carrying a slightly curved sword at his hip, stood there, a spear in his hand. He was a researcher of energy crystals, but not like the one he had encountered before. This one had a fierce, determined look in his eyes, and he didn't seem ready to argue.

"What are you doing here, kid?" the man growled, taking a threatening step forward.

Caelum quickly looked for a solution. He had no weapon on him, but he spotted a sturdy stick a few steps away. With a quick movement, he grabbed the staff and got into a defensive stance.

The man laughed as he watched the child try to defend himself with a piece of wood. "Do you really think you can stop me with that?"

Caelum didn't answer. He knew that speaking would only waste precious time. He remembered Aldric's lessons: "Always use the environment to your advantage." He spotted a thick root nearby, and an idea formed in his mind.

The man lunged forward, his spear ready to strike. Caelum waited until the last moment, then spun on his heels, narrowly avoiding the attack. The man, carried away by his momentum, tripped over the root Caelum had spotted. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, his spear slipping from his hand.

Caelum didn't waste a second. He leapt forward, grabbed the spear, and aimed it at the man who was now on the ground. Though his heart was pounding, he kept his expression determined. "Go," he ordered, his voice intended to be confident. "Don't make me hurt you."

The man, surprised by Caelum's speed and boldness, hesitated for a moment before slowly getting up. He glared at the young prince, but didn't reach for his weapon. "This isn't over, kid. We'll meet again, and you won't always be so lucky."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the shadows of the forest. Caelum stood still, spear still in hand, until he was sure the man was truly gone. Then he dropped his knees, finally releasing the tension that had kept him standing.

He had won that confrontation, but he knew he was not yet ready to face the real dangers that awaited him. The experience had shown him how vulnerable he still was. But it had also taught him that he could face the unknown, that he could use his cunning and his environment to compensate for his physical weakness.

The sun was beginning to set when Aldric returned for him. The veteran found Caelum by the stream, the seeker's spear still in his hand. Aldric watched the scene, his eyes expressing a silent pride.

"So, how was your day?" he asked matter-of-factly, even though he already knew the answer.

Caelum stood up, exhausted but determined. "I still have a lot to learn," he said simply.

Aldric nodded, satisfied. "That's what I wanted to hear. Come on, let's go back." Tomorrow we will resume training."

As they walked away from the stream, Caelum took one last look at the forest that had tested him. He knew this was only the beginning of his journey, but he could already feel something inside him changing. He was no longer just a runaway child; he was on the path to becoming a prince capable of protecting Arkhadia.