Avalor and I, battered but unbroken as they managed to escape Lucius's clutches. We navigated through the treacherous terrain, dodging traps and evading the undead soldiers that guarded Lucius's lair.
Each step was a perilous journey, a test of our strength and resilience. A dangerous journey, one that would determine our fate.
After so much walking and running at different intervals, finally, we reached the border of our kingdom. Exhausted but relieved as we crossed the threshold, our hearts filled with gratitude. The familiar sights and sounds of their home brought a sense of peace and comfort.
As we entered the council chamber, the elders were visibly concerned. Their worried faces and anxious questions filled the air. "Where have you been? What happened? Why did you leave without a word?"
"Why are your bodies and clothes filled with so much thorns? And where is George?" The elders said, asking them multiple questions, all speaking at the same time.
