As the festival continued, Kael found himself drawn to the figure of Elder Thalas, the
venerable guardian of Oakridge's ancient lore. Clad in robes of deep forest green and
adorned with intricate amulets of polished stone, Thalas exuded an aura of wisdom
and mystery that captivated Kael's imagination.
Approaching the elder with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, Kael cleared his
throat before speaking. "Elder Thalas, may I have a moment of your time?"
Thalas turned to regard Kael with eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of centuries.
"Of course, young one," he replied, his voice like the rustle of leaves in the wind.
"What troubles your thoughts on this auspicious day?"
Summoning his courage, Kael spoke of his dreams of adventure, of his desire to
explore the depths of the Enchanted Forest and uncover the secrets of magic hidden
within its ancient boughs. He spoke of the whispers that had stirred within him since
childhood, urging him to seek out his destiny beyond the confines of Oakridge.
Thalas listened intently, his expression unreadable as Kael poured out his hopes and
fears. And when Kael finally fell silent, his words hanging in the air like a veil of mist,
Thalas spoke in a voice that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the forest
itself.
"Young Kael, your heart burns with the fire of the true seeker," Thalas said, his gaze
piercing and compassionate. "But know that the path of magic is fraught with peril,
and not all who venture into its depths emerge unscathed. Before you can unlock the
secrets of the Enchanted Forest, you must first unlock the secrets within yourself."
With those cryptic words, Thalas placed a weathered hand upon Kael's shoulder,
sending a shiver down his spine. And as Kael gazed into the elder's eyes, he felt a
spark of recognition, as if he had glimpsed a reflection of his own soul mirrored in
the depths of Thalas's gaze.
Before Kael could respond, a commotion erupted nearby, drawing their attention to
the edge of the village square. A murmur rippled through the crowd as a cloaked
figure emerged from the shadows, bearing an object of shimmering silver in their
outstretched hands.
"The Status Scroll," Thalas breathed, his eyes widening in astonishment. "It has
returned."