Chapter 12 — The Five Knight Squads

The Silver Wyverns’ training courtyard stretched across a wide expanse of polished stone and open sky. Kaelen stayed in the shadows, observing as Aric followed a guide through the complex halls of the headquarters. The kingdom’s knights were divided into five elite squads, each specializing in a unique style of combat and duty.

“This is the heart of the kingdom’s defense,” the guide explained. “Every squad has its own traditions, strengths, and responsibilities. You’ll train alongside the best, learn from them, and earn your place among legends.”

Aric’s eyes widened as they passed banners fluttering in the wind, each depicting a squad emblem.

Silver Wyverns — The prince’s new squad, known for precise swordsmanship and strategic thinking.

Crimson Lions — Masters of brute strength and spear combat, fearless on the battlefield.

Emerald Falcons — Archers and scouts, unmatched in agility and speed.

Obsidian Wolves — Stealth and assassination experts, deadly and silent.

Golden Bears — Heavy infantry and shield specialists, defenders of the realm.

Kaelen noted the subtle rivalries between the squads. Even in a kingdom united, competition thrived—a natural forge for skill and ambition.

“Aric,” Kaelen murmured, “do not underestimate your peers. Strength is not measured by raw power alone. Observe their patterns, learn from their mistakes, and adapt. That is how you will rise above them.”

The young prince nodded, absorbing every word. Already, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing against his shoulders. He was not just training for himself—he carried the expectations of his squad, his family, and the future of the kingdom.

The guide led them to the Silver Wyverns’ training hall, where Aric would spend most of his days. Other recruits and young knights practiced relentlessly, swords clashing, shields raised, and footwork perfected. Aric felt both exhilaration and intimidation.

Kaelen watched quietly as Aric joined the drills, correcting his stance and reminding him of lessons in observation. The prince was talented, but he still relied too much on instinct rather than strategy. Kaelen knew that only through exposure to other squads would Aric learn true adaptability.

Later, in the barracks, Aric and Kaelen sat in silence. The sun set, painting the sky in streaks of crimson and gold.

“You must understand,” Kaelen said, voice low, “each squad has its own style. You will face them, spar with them, and sometimes clash against them. Observe carefully. Every interaction is a lesson. Every technique is a piece of knowledge waiting to be mastered.”

Aric’s gaze hardened. “I understand, Master Kaelen. I will not waste this opportunity.”

Kaelen nodded. “Good. The path is long, and the challenges will grow. But if you walk it correctly, you will emerge stronger than any sword in this kingdom.”

Outside, the night air carried a chill, whispering secrets of distant forests and hidden threats. The kingdom slept peacefully, unaware that the young prince, guided by the mysterious Mirrorblade, was beginning a journey that would change the fate of all five squads—and perhaps the entire realm.