Back to Ravenfall Castle

After the grueling battle that left most of the patrol injured, it took two arduous days for them to finally reach Ravenfall Castle. The journey was slow and painstaking, with the wounded soldiers requiring constant care and attention. Leto, Gerold, and the remaining able-bodied soldiers took turns supporting their injured comrades and pushing forward.

Every step felt like a burden, and the weight of their losses weighed heavily on their hearts. But there was no time to rest or grieve yet. They had to get the wounded to safety and medical attention as quickly as possible.

As they approached the outskirts of Ravenfall Castle, they received a warm welcome from the guards stationed there. Word of the patrol's victory and the toll it had taken had already reached the castle, and the people were eager to see their young lord, Ser Leto, return triumphant.

Upon arrival, the wounded were immediately attended to by the castle's healers, who worked tirelessly to mend their injuries. The sight of their fellow soldiers in pain only reinforced Leto's resolve to protect his people and strengthen his realm. He knew that this was only the beginning of his journey as a knight.

Leto's heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he made his way to the grand Keep—the heart of Ravenfall Castle, where his family resided. The journey from the south gate to the Keep felt like an eternity, each step echoing with the weight of anticipation.

Within the walls of the Keep, Leto found a mixture of bustling activity and solemn quiet. Servants hurried along the hallways, attending to various tasks, while knights and advisors exchanged hushed whispers in the corners.

Finally, Leto reached the grand hall, where his family gathered during such momentous occasions. He took a deep breath to steady himself before entering.

The sight that greeted him warmed his heart. His mother, Lady Asha, adorned in regal attire, stood at the center of the hall, her face alight with joy as she conversed with advisors. Leto's younger brother, Michael, and his little brother, Samuel, played nearby, their laughter echoing through the room.

Both his siblings notict him straight away and ran to him "Mother told us you were knightet!" Samuel shoutet in unisun with Michael, "Yes thats true, seems like the scout we send got here before me hahaha"

His mother greeted him with a warm hug "Im so happy your alright Leto, who would have thought that there would be this many bandits" his mother cried.

In the following days, the castle was abuzz with both celebration and mourning. The fallen knights were honored with a solemn ceremony, their deeds recounted and their sacrifices remembered. Leto found himself torn between the joy of his knighthood and the sorrow of losing his comrades.

In the midst of the bittersweet atmosphere, Leto sought solace in the counsel of Gerold, who had been like a second father to him. Gerold's wisdom and guidance became even more valuable as Leto navigated the responsibilities of knighthood and leadership.

As the wounded slowly recovered, Leto took the time to visit each of them, offering words of encouragement and gratitude. Their unwavering dedication had not been in vain, and Leto vowed to honor their bravery by continuing to protect his people and uphold the values of chivalry.

As the days turned into weeks, Leto immersed himself in his duties as a knight. He trained tirelessly, honing his skills with the sword, and studied the art of strategy and governance. The young boy who once dreamt of adventure had now become the embodiment of knighthood—a protector of the realm and a beacon of hope for his people.

But in all this time it seemed like the siege his father did would end up pointless.

Leto lay in his bed, engrossed in the pages of his favorite book, "The Legend of Sir Alistair Stormbreaker." The tales of this renowned hero never failed to captivate him, and he found himself lost in the epic accounts of Alistair's war on the Kingdom of Restar.

In the flickering candlelight, Leto's imagination brought the stories to life. He could almost hear the clash of swords, feel the thrill of battle, and sense the weight of responsibility on Sir Alistair's shoulders.

Alistair's unwavering courage and determination were an inspiration to Leto, a vision of the knight he aspired to become, Alistair had a sword named Moonshadow, it was a blood sword which means that it was created with blood magic, these swords are more morth than entire castles.

just then Gregor burst into his chamber

"Gerold!" Leto shouted in surprise, his eyes widening at the unexpected sight of his old friend. "What are you doing here?"

Gerold grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now that you are a knight, it's time you looked the part, my friend! You need a well-made armor and a new sword. We are going to the blacksmith!"

Leto couldn't help but smile, appreciating his friend's enthusiasm. Gerold had always been the adventurous one, and his company was both welcome and reassuring. "Lead the way, then!" Leto said, eager to see what the blacksmith had to offer.

Reaching the blacksmith's workshop, Leto was greeted by the loud clang of metal and the smell of hot embers. The blacksmith, a burly man with a strong build, looked up from his work and smiled warmly at Leto. "Ah, Ser Leto, welcome!" he said, wiping his hands on a cloth.

"I've heard of your exploits on the battlefield. Congratulations on becoming a knight!" the blacksmith said, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Thank you," Leto replied, feeling a mix of pride and humility. He was still getting used to the title and the weight it carried.

"So, my young knight, what would you like?" asked the old man, the master blacksmith of Ravenfall.

"I want a custom-made armor and sword," said Leto with determination.

The blacksmith's eyes sparkled with interest, impressed by the young knight's request. "Ah, a custom set befitting a true knight! You have come to the right place," he replied with a warm smile. "Tell me, what features would you like in your armor? Light and agile for swiftness on the battlefield, or sturdy and resilient for the utmost protection?"

Leto pondered for a moment, considering his options. "I need something that strikes a balance between agility and protection," he finally said. "It should allow me to move freely in combat while providing ample defense."

The blacksmith nodded, understanding Leto's needs. "Very well, we shall craft a masterful set that suits your preferences perfectly," he said confidently. "And what about your sword? Do you seek a blade that delivers swift strikes or one that carries the weight of powerful blows?"

"I want a versatile sword," Leto replied, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Something that can handle both swift strikes and powerful blows. I seek a weapon that adapts to any situation on the battlefield."

The master blacksmith nodded approvingly. "A truly worthy choice for a knight of your caliber. With such a sword in hand, you'll be a force to be reckoned with," he remarked.

As the old blacksmith began sketching out designs and discussing the intricate details of the armor and sword, Leto's excitement grew. He felt a sense of pride in crafting something unique, a set that would represent his journey as a knight and the values he held dear.

Days turned into weeks as the blacksmith worked tirelessly, pouring his skill and heart into every piece of the custom set. The armor was crafted from the finest materials, its design both elegant and practical. Deep green emeralds were embedded along the edges of the armor, their mesmerizing glow hinting at the knight's importance.

The sword, too, took shape, its blade infused with enigmatic patterns, and its hilt adorned with a raven-shaped pommel, each feather made of a polished emerald, a tribute to Leto's noble house and the symbol of his lineage.