Sleuth On, Medieval Style
"So, we're like detectives now, huh?" I mused, kicking a small stone along the dirt path as Lena and I made our way through the village at dawn. The sky was doing its morning routine, splashing colors everywhere like a kid with a new paint set.
Lena, map in hand and looking every bit the part of a determined adventurer, shot me a grin. "Yep, and I'm the lead, obviously. You're the trusty sidekick who's surprisingly good at figuring things out."
"Hey, I'll take 'surprisingly good,'" I said with a laugh. "Better than 'accidentally sets things on fire.'"
Our game plan was pretty straight: backtrack, dig up whatever we could on the relic, and try to piece together why Corvus was acting like he'd found the golden goose. Seemed straightforward enough, except for the tiny detail that we were dealing with ancient, possibly world-altering magic.
First up was a visit to the village elder, hoping she might shed some light on our mystery. The elder's like the living memory of our place, so if anyone knew something about the relic, it'd be her.
"We're curious about the village's history," Lena said, laying on her most convincing 'we're just innocent students' act.
"Some paths are best left untraveled," the elder warned after we'd danced around the subject of ancient relics. Her words were like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, but they only made Lena more determined to unravel the mystery.
Back to the drawing board—or in our case, a pile of borrowed scrolls and books that smelled like they'd seen better centuries. We turned Lena's house into our investigation headquarters, much to her parents' amusement.
"Found the secret to eternal youth yet?" her dad joked one evening, peeking at our setup.
"Still working on it," Lena shot back, her eyes never leaving the text she was deciphering.
But the deeper we dove, the clearer it became that we were out of our depth. The relic wasn't just some cool antique; it was a key to powers that had been locked away for a very good reason. And Corvus? Let's just say his interest in the relic was starting to look a lot less academic.
"We need backup," Lena declared after a particularly fruitless day of research. "Time to bring in the cavalry."
"By cavalry, you mean Mara?" I guessed. Lena's nod confirmed it. If anyone in the village could help us make heads or tails of this mess, it was Mara.
So, off we went to spill our guts to the one person in the village who wouldn't immediately think we were playing at fairy tales. Mara listened to our tale with a seriousness that made my stomach knot up.
"You've stirred something that was meant to stay quiet," she said once we'd finished, her tone equal parts worried and resolved. "But you're not in this alone. We'll sort it out."
Walking back home, with Mara's promise echoing in my ears, I felt a mix of dread and excitement. This was bigger than any adventure I'd ever imagined, and while part of me wondered if we were in way over our heads, another part was ready to see it through.
"Guess we're really doing this, huh?" I said to Lena as we trudged back, the first light of dawn creeping across the sky.
"Looks like it," she replied, squeezing my hand. "But whatever happens, we're in it together."
And just like that, our little detective duo felt a bit more like a team ready to face whatever came out of the shadows next. Because when you've got a mystery as big as ours, a little bit of courage (and a lot of stubbornness) goes a long way.