The early morning light bathed the Village of Pathaven in a soft, golden hue, but the mood was anything but serene. Luke, eyes wide with the revelation that had struck him after a sleepless night, sprinted through the village streets. His heart pounded in his chest as he searched for Mayor Kingsley, weaving through clusters of villagers and knights busy with preparations.
He found Mayor Kingsley near the central clearing, deep in discussion with Sir Carrick, who despite his injuries, had insisted on remaining actively involved. Without pausing to catch his breath, Luke rushed to them, the urgency in his voice drawing their immediate attention.
"I've got it," Luke panted, his face a mix of exhaustion and excitement. "I've got the plan."
