Sir Everard and Lady Eveline stood before the enigmatic Enric, their gazes locked onto the boy who seemed to hold the mysteries of the forest within his grasp. As they exchanged words with him, a playful glint danced in his eyes, his lips curving into a mischievous smile.
"So, Enric," Sir Everard began, a hint of curiosity in his voice, "how old are you, exactly?"
Enric's grin widened, and he leaned against a tree, as if pondering the question. "Well, you see, I've been around for quite some time. Let's just say I've lost track after a few centuries or so."
Lady Eveline's eyes widened in disbelief, and a chuckle escaped her lips. "Centuries? You must be the oldest young boy we've ever met!"
Enric laughed, his laughter a musical melody that seemed to resonate with the very heart of the forest. "Age is just a number, my friends. In the realm of magic, time tends to play its own games."
Sir Everard exchanged an amused glance with Lady Eveline. "Very well, Enric. Now, about this doctor you mentioned. Do you have any idea where we might find her?"
Enric's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes drifting into the distance as if searching the currents of magic that flowed through the woods. "Ah, the doctor... Yes, I remember her. A brilliant mind with an insatiable curiosity. We crossed paths years ago, and she learned a thing or two from me."
Lady Eveline leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Do you know where she is now?"
Enric's gaze returned to them, his smile fading slightly. "I'm afraid not. Our paths diverged, and I haven't seen her in quite some time. However, I do know of a place where she used to conduct her research—a hidden sanctuary nestled in the heart of the Whispersong Grove."
"The Whispersong Grove?" Sir Everard repeated, his brows furrowing. "That sounds mysterious."
Enric nodded. "Indeed, it is. A place where the boundaries between magic and nature blur. If anyone would know more about the doctor's whereabouts, it would be the spirits of that grove."
Lady Eveline's eyes gleamed with determination. "Then that's where we'll go next. Enric, thank you for your guidance."
Enric offered them a solemn nod. "Remember, the Whispersong Grove is not an ordinary place. It will test your resolve and challenge your perceptions. But if you seek answers, it is a journey you must undertake."
With a final nod, Enric raised a hand, and the forest seemed to respond, leaves rustling and birdsong filling the air. A pathway of soft light appeared before them, leading deeper into the woods.
"Go forth, brave knights," Enric said, his voice a gentle breeze that carried a hint of encouragement. "May your hearts remain steadfast, and may the whispers of the grove guide you."
Sir Everard and Lady Eveline exchanged a determined look, their resolve solidified by the wizard's words. With a shared nod, they stepped onto the illuminated path, their footsteps echoing with purpose as they ventured toward the mysterious Whispersong Grove, ready to confront the challenges that awaited them.
The journey ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but their determination burned brighter than ever. Guided by the whims of the wizard and the promise of the hidden sanctuary, they would navigate the enigmatic grove, uncovering truths and forging their path through the tapestry of magic and destiny.