Chapter 11 — Entering the Silver Wyverns

The gates of the Silver Wyverns’ headquarters loomed high, engraved with the emblem of a soaring dragon wrapped around a silver blade. Aric’s heart pounded in his chest—not from fear, but from anticipation. Today was the first day he would officially join the kingdom’s elite knight squad.

Kaelen walked beside him, hidden beneath the hood of his cloak, his presence unnoticed by the soldiers and trainees bustling about. He observed everything—the angles of the swords, the precision of the footwork, even the smallest hesitation in a trainee’s stance.

“Stay focused,” Kaelen murmured, his voice low enough for only Aric to hear. “A knight is not just a fighter. Every movement, every choice, every observation matters. Let your instincts guide you, but never ignore strategy.”

Aric nodded, trying to calm the excitement buzzing through him. The Silver Wyverns were renowned for producing the kingdom’s finest warriors. Their rigorous training and disciplined code were legendary. To be chosen was an honor—but Aric’s mind was already occupied by a different concern: Would he live up to Kaelen’s expectations?

The training yard was filled with squires and knights alike, each practicing drills with swords, shields, and sparring partners. The air smelled of sweat, leather, and the faint tang of metal. Aric’s eyes widened as he saw the skill around him.

“First, we assess your abilities,” a tall knight said, approaching the trainees. “Your swordsmanship, your discipline, and your teamwork. Impress us, and you will earn a place among the Silver Wyverns.”

Kaelen’s eyes narrowed beneath his hood. He recognized the subtle flaws in the assessment—a focus on brute strength and flashy moves rather than observation, adaptability, and instinct. Perfect for teaching a lesson.

Aric stepped forward, his posture steady, his grip firm on his sword. Kaelen felt a surge of pride—he had taught the boy well so far, but now was the true test.

The first trial began: a series of coordinated drills with multiple opponents. Aric moved fluidly, blocking, striking, and countering in rhythm. But when faced with an unexpected feint, he hesitated—just a fraction of a second—and Kaelen noticed immediately.

“Don’t react before you understand,” Kaelen whispered. “Observe first, then move. Anticipate, don’t just respond.”

Aric adjusted, flowing more naturally, his strikes sharper, his defense tighter. He began to incorporate Kaelen’s lessons instinctively, blending observation with action. Even the supervising knights took notice, impressed by the boy’s skill and composure.

By the end of the day, Aric had completed every drill with growing confidence. The lead knight nodded approvingly. “You have promise. The Silver Wyverns will be watching your progress closely. Keep improving, young prince.”

Aric exhaled deeply, a grin spreading across his face. Kaelen nodded subtly from the shadows, satisfied. The boy had taken the first real step toward greatness—but the path ahead would be far more challenging.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Kaelen and Aric walked through the quiet corridors of the barracks.

“Remember,” Kaelen said quietly, “being a knight is more than strength or skill. It’s strategy, patience, and understanding your opponent… and yourself.”

Aric glanced at him, eyes shining with determination. “I understand, Master Kaelen. I will train harder than ever.”

Kaelen’s lips curved into a rare, faint smile. The journey had begun—not just for the prince, but for the mentor who would guide him. Outside, the kingdom slept peacefully, unaware that the storm of monsters, demons, and unseen threats was already approaching.