Gael packed everything he needed to go on an adventure into a backpack. All kinds of supplies for any contingency had been carefully prepared and placed. A blanket for the cold nights and a couple of comfortable changes of clothes for hunting, he had enough food for several days. He only needed to go to the armory, he needed a weapon suitable for the task he was about to undertake.
He carefully opened the door while his sound mana camouflaged the noise, and he came out, camouflaging himself with the shadows. Furthermore, he was one of them, a blurry blur that walked through the castle corridors, he was an undetectable ghost.
He slowly went down the stairs. The guards were busy on the battlements. Only one guard was inside the castle. He sneaked up behind him without being noticed.
"Sderanver"
The boy noticed that the guard was snoring quietly, he had fallen prey to his magic, now no one would interrupt him, he slowly approached the door of the armory, now the moment had come where he would show all his ingenuity, the room was locked. He concentrated all his will on the lock and pronounced some arcane words.
"Caelme doria"
He had heard them from his mother and was sure that it was the order for everything to open. He turned the knob very carefully and the door opened quietly. Not only that, but he really was a genius, an innate talent for magic, someone who would grow beyond his entire family to be the hero of the kingdom, no, better the hero of all Sentria.
He walked through the shelves and carefully choosing the weapon that best suited him, he took a sword and brandished it masterfully, that would be his choice, he took a dagger that he tied behind his waist just in case.
Everything was ready, now all that was left was to leave the castle, but his brilliant mind had already planned how to do it, he left through the door that led to the stables, the animals loved him, they would not give him away, but just in case a dome of silence surrounded the entire enclosure. Nothing could be heard.
He peeked through the back door into the courtyard, and as soon as he was outside camouflaged in the shadows, he threw a fireball to the other side of the courtyard, something controlled and small, while the guards came to check what was happening the boy would sneak through the manhole cover and from there to the city. Freedom and adventure were close
He fell softly to the bottom of the sewer, and from there lighting a small light in his hand he illuminated his way to the exit of the city near the river.
Well... That's what Gael thought was going on in his crazy childish head, in fact he began to accumulate all kinds of toys in his backpack that looked like they could be useful, it didn't matter if it was a doll or a string of thread, the same as a pair of children's scissors or a set of bottle caps, it looked more like the suitcase of a schoolboy on his first day of school than that of an adventurer, he took chocolates and a sausage that he stole from the cupboard, along with two loaves of bread. The clothes he chose, despite being to Gael's taste, were bright and garish colors, nothing like the discreet leather clothes that a true mountain man would wear.
The boy didn't even have the precaution of not taking his own blanket from his bed, as soon as they came to look for him, they would realize the truth. The sound mana didn't work as Gael thought, it was so little and scarce that the only one who went deaf was himself, it barely gave his zone of silence to cover his head, however luck was on his side, his mother was at the other end of the castle in the magic tower reading, so it was impossible for anyone to hear the noise of the door, and his sister Lizi, besides snoring for a while now, had the room as far away from his as possible, the parents knew that they couldn't have them together.
The effect of the boy's darkness magic was curious to say the least, really all of Gael was a black stain, the problem was that the boy did not take the slightest precaution when walking, he did not stick to the wall or go around the corners, he walked calmly through the middle of the hallway, if anyone had been in those hallways, they would have seen a completely black child standing out in the light of the three moons that entered through the large windows.
When he went down the stairs, the boy's luck continued, the castle's internal guard had already been drunk and snoring for more than an hour when the order to sleep was pronounced by the boy. Despite all his concentration and arcane words, he never gave an order to open, really "Caelme Doria" did not mean anything arcane, it was a trace of his mother's times of youth and adventure, in the slang of the road it meant "Attention and to the mess" or something similar, it was something his mother said to herself before facing a tense situation as a Baroness. It was only by chance that the guard had forgotten to lock the armory.
The armory was barely stocked, the hunting party had taken most of the weapons, the weapon the boy took was a short, almost blunt and dull sword that had seen better days, it was waiting to be sharpened or re-cast, no decision had yet been made about it. The brilliant display of fencing was a set of clumsy movements that knocked down some panoply or other, luckily, as they were empty they did not make enough noise to attract attention, the nearest person was the guard who was snoring peacefully and also had a sleep order on him, he would not wake up until many hours later.
His arrival at the stable was not welcome, the boy had spent his five years of life tormenting the poor animals that began to neigh and kick as soon as they saw him, however, for Gael, who had once again made a dome of silence over his own head, he did not hear his complaints, for the boy it was as if all those horses were smiling at his audacity.
The boy did not hear him, but while he left through the back door of the stable, a groom entered through the main door to see what was happening with all the fuss. But Gael's great performance did not end there, the small harmless fireball that only intended to attract the attention of the guards, actually hit two bales of straw that caught fire, and that almost caused a disaster by spreading the fire to the rest of the castle. The guards were so busy trying to put it out that they did not notice the small black spot that lifted a manhole cover and jumped inside.
The fall was neither clean nor precise, the boy fell face down into a puddle of shit and urine, bending his leg. He limped and after getting lost several times, he managed to get out of the city.
The only thing he really did right was to keep the light spell in his hand the whole way, that kept the boy from falling prey to the rats that inhabited the city's sewers.