Chapter 8 8: Uncle Kaid?

Six years had passed, and the grand castle brimmed with anticipation as a magnificent carriage glided towards its imposing gates. With a graceful halt, thirteen-year-old Cedric emerged from the carriage, setting foot once again on the familiar grounds of his family estate. The surroundings exuded a sense of comfort and nostalgia, as if the very land welcomed him back. Lyla, his loyal servant, rushed forward to greet him, her face adorned with a heartfelt smile, her eyes shimmering with warmth.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm "Welcome back, my lord," Lyla greeted him, her voice carrying genuine joy that reverberated through her words.

Cedric approached her, his countenance serene, and gently patted her head, a tender gesture that spoke volumes about their bond. "Hey, Lyla. Long time no see," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of nostalgia.

Yet, Lyla's initial happiness waned swiftly as she caught sight of the unsettling smile playing upon Cedric's lips. A surge of fear coursed through her veins, causing her to tremble with unease. "Master?" she stammered, her voice betraying her apprehension.

Cedric's smile remained, growing even more disconcerting, as if shrouded in darkness. "Don't think I've forgotten your betrayal," he hissed, his words dripping with malice.

Lyla's fear intensified, tightening its grip upon her heart, as Cedric walked past her, making his way towards his mother. Lady Isabella stood there, her arms open wide, ready to embrace her son with a love that transcended time and distance. Cedric reciprocated the embrace, holding his mother tightly, his voice carrying a subtle undertone of sadness. "It was... an experience," he murmured, his words hinting at a tumultuous journey.

Memories of six years ago flooded Cedric's mind, their vivid recollection reminding him of the enigmatic path he had treaded alongside Kaid, his mysterious uncle. Cedric's confusion lingered, leaving him to question the purpose that lay hidden beneath the veil of their travels. Seeking clarity, Cedric's curiosity found its voice, tinged with a touch of eagerness. "Why are we going this way, Uncle Kaid?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.

Kaid, ever the enigma, evaded a direct response, leaving Cedric to ponder the mystery that awaited him. "You'll understand soon enough, kid," Kaid cryptically replied, leaving Cedric with more questions than answers.

Finally arriving at their destination, they stood before an ancient training ground nestled deep within a mystical forest. The air crackled with a tangible sense of ancient power, and Cedric couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that settled within him, like an invisible shroud. The forest whispered its secrets, casting a spell of mystery and intrigue over the surroundings.

Kaid's gaze shifted towards two formidable figures guarding the sole visible entrance of the forest, their imposing presence leaving Cedric in awe and trepidation. "Give me a second, kid," Kaid requested, acknowledging the magical swordsmen who stood sentinel.

As Kaid engaged in conversation with the guards, Cedric watched them with a mix of admiration and unease. Their swords gleamed under the dappled sunlight, testament to their skill and power. One of the guards boomed with reverence, "Hail Captain The Raven of Death!"

"What brings you here, sir?" the other guard inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Kaid pointed back at Cedric, a wicked grin adorning his face, relishing in the anticipation. "Training," he declared, his words laced with a hint of mischief.

The two guards exchanged uneasy glances, their pity for Cedric evident in their eyes. "Poor kid," one of them muttered, the weight of their words resonating in the stillness of the forest.

Cedric's heart skipped a beat, his growing terror fueled by the guards' expressions of sympathy. "This isn't good," Cedric whispered to himself, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"M-Merlin..." Megna's voice quivered, her eyes wide with concern.

Cedric turned to her, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in his eyes. "I'm Cedric," he corrected gently, finding solace in his true identity amidst the mounting uncertainty.

Megna, her voice trembling with fear and caution, offered a warning born of her knowledge and trepidation. "You mustn't go into the Hallow, Merlin. Those woods despise magic."

Kaid, unyielding in his resolve, approached Cedric and firmly grabbed his collar. "Come on, kid. It's time to go," he urged, his grip reflecting a sense of urgency.

With resolute determination, Kaid dragged Cedric into the heart of the woods, their steps leading them deeper into the unknown. The forest whispered secrets with each passing moment, a tapestry of curiosity and unease woven into Cedric's very being.

Cedric's curiosity, fueled by the enchantment of their surroundings, finally overcame his restraint. "Why do these woods feel so strange, Uncle Kaid?" he inquired, his voice a delicate balance of curiosity and concern.

Kaid paused, his gaze meeting Cedric's, as if searching for the right words to convey the essence of this enigmatic place. "The Hallow, kid. It's a place that nullifies magic. We are here because magic alone cannot save you. You need to be physically strong as well," Kaid explained, his words carrying the weight of caution and wisdom.

Cedric's concern deepened, his brows furrowing with worry. "I really don't like the sound of this, Uncle Kaid," he confessed, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

Kaid's patience wore thin, dismissing Cedric's worries with a tinge of annoyance. "Shut it, kid. Your father asked me to do this," he retorted, his words laced with irritation. Under his breath, he sighed, muttering, "Plus, I gotta keep my family safe."

Cedric paused, absorbing the weight of his uncle's words, his thoughts swirling in a tempest of emotions. "Father did?" he echoed, seeking confirmation, a glimmer of understanding beginning to emerge.

Kaid nodded solemnly, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "Indeed, kid. So suck it up."

Venting his frustration, Cedric couldn't help but delve deeper into his uncle's past. "Why did those men call you the Raven of Death, Uncle Kaid?" he inquired, his voice trembling with both fear and fascination.

Kaid chuckled, dismissing the name as a mere exaggeration. "It's a foolish title they bestowed upon me after I defended a fort single-handedly for three months against a rival army. Just a bit of exaggeration," he explained, his tone tinged with a mixture of pride and nonchalance.

Cedric's fear deepened at the realization of his uncle's extraordinary feat. "He defended against an army by himself for three months? And now, this man will be training me? I have a bad feeling about this..." Cedric thought to himself, his unease growing more palpable.

The years that followed were marked by grueling challenges, characterized by relentless strength training, endurance exercises, and rigorous swordplay. After six years of arduous training, Kaid announced a pivotal moment. "It's time for a duel, Kid!"

Cedric, now chiseled from his intense training regimen, responded with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "A duel?" he echoed, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

Kaid chuckled, his amusement palpable. "Yes, kid. It's time to test you and see the results of your training."

Cedric couldn't help but plea for more time. "Wait, Uncle. We haven't had any duels before, and I'm still not sure how to duel," he implored, his words carrying a touch of vulnerability.

Kaid scoffed, dismissing Cedric's concerns. "Look at you, boy. I think you're ready," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of pride. Cedric looked down for the first time, realizing that his body had undergone a complete transformation, with muscles he had never seen before etching their way across his frame.

"This is the result of my training?" Cedric marveled, his astonishment mingling with a growing sense of apprehension.

Kaid, now annoyed, confirmed the outcome. "Yes, kid. So, we are dueling now. And if you win, you can go home."

Cedric's eyes widened in shock at the prospect of finally returning home. However, Kaid's words held a chilling caveat. "But if you lose, we will be here until you're 18," he warned, his voice carrying a weight of consequence.

Cedric nervously sought reassurance. "Promise?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of hope and anxiety.

Kaid let out a heavy sigh, understanding the weight of Cedric's desperation. "Yeah, Kid. I promise," he solemnly vowed, his words carrying the weight of responsibility.

Sweat dripped down Cedric's brow as he contemplated the stakes before him. The thought of leaving had consumed his every waking moment, and the opportunity to return home outweighed the risks. Driven by his burning desire to go home, Cedric eagerly accepted the challenge, ready to face the duel that could change his fate.

The duel began, but in a momentary misstep, Cedric tripped, narrowly evading Kaid's strike. As he regained his balance, Cedric's sword unintentionally struck Kaid with the flat side, causing his uncle to lose consciousness momentarily.

Kaid woke up, bewildered, and asked in disbelief, "Did you...did you defeat me, Kid?"

Uncertainty clouded Cedric's mind, as he weighed the consequences of telling the truth against the chance to finally return home. With a grin that hid his inner conflict, Cedric made his choice. "Yes, Kaid. I defeated you!"

Kaid's shock quickly transformed into admiration as he contemplated Cedric's burgeoning abilities. "This kid, not only is he gifted in magic, but he has already surpassed me. I couldn't even see his movements. This kid could grow to be the one who brings greatness to the world."

Cedric nervously sought confirmation. "So...can I go home now?" he inquired, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Kaid nodded, his smile radiating faith in Cedric's potential. "Yep, kid. A promise is a promise. I agreed to take you back home." Cedric's heart soared as he celebrated, jumping up and down with pure elation.

Cedric emerged from the forest, his head held high and his presence commanding. As he passed by the guards, their eyes widened in recognition. "Hey, isn't that the kid the captain took in?" one guard exclaimed.

The other guard nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he completed his training in just six years. I don't know who that kid is, but he must be a true force to be reckoned with..."

Kaid gazed at his nephew, his belief in Cedric's abilities unshaken. As Cedric approached Megna, who was in tears. "That was too long, Merlin."

Cedric nodded understandingly and gently patted her head. "I know, I'm sorry, Megna, and I'm Cedric."

Megna flew and hugged Cedric's face tightly, seeking solace. "Don't do that again," she pleaded, her voice filled with both relief and concern.

Cedric nodded happily, relieved to have reunited with Megna. "Let's go home," he said, his voice brimming with anticipation and warmth.

In the present, Cedric stood before his mother, his face etched with a haunted expression. "It was a nightmare."