oke over the academy, the five of us gathered in the courtyard, each carrying the weight of the unknown on our shoulders, along with our p

idence that our combat instructor, Miss Ibarra, always showed. "It's a long journey to Barrel.

"I've packed extra medical supplies," she said, her voice steady but I could

air. "I'm ready to knock some goblin heads together! But first, breakfast?" He g

ht Claire's eye across the table and gave her a reassuring smile. She returned it,

greenery surrounding the academy to the rugged, winding paths leading to the coast

tte against the morning sky. "Just beyond that lies Barrel. It's a

o Clint. "What should we expect from the

attered and disorganized, but recently, they've become bolder,

igns of trouble grew more apparent. Fields lay trampled, and a heavy silence hu

heir doors. The town square, which should have been bustling with activity, was deserted, save

wing my sword and leading the group towards

g, snarling and brandishing a crude dagger. Boyd was quick to react, step

was chaotic, each of us relying on our training and each other. Claire stayed slight

ragged goblins, this one was armored and carried a jagged, imposing sword. Our eyes met, and a cold shiver

e goblin leader charged, changing th

attle far greater than any skirmish we had faced before. Boyd braced himself for the i

ng her lance tightly, nodded and positioned herself. With a swift, fluid motion, she thrust her lance,

ury. It was then that Claire stepped forward, her bow discarded in favor of her mage's st

intercepted, his mace meeting the goblin's shield with a thunderous crash. The

a blast of kinetic energy, I aimed it at the goblin’s side, hoping to break his balan

d bright at the tip of her lance. The spell-enhanced weapon found a chink in the goblin’s armor, eliciti

g a torrent of magical fire that enveloped the goblin leader. The flames seemed to consume him, but a

d, weaving spells between each strike. "I can slow him down!" he called out, casting a bi

mentary distraction allowed us to regroup. "Together!" I called out,

deeper with another magical thrust, while Claire and I bombarded the leader with a combination of

nated assault, finally fell, his breaths hea

tory. The challenge had been greater than we anticipated, testing no

ial not only in combat but in swiftly attending to our injuries with h

oyd grunted, wiping sweat from

und warily, her lance still in hand. "We should be cautio

attention to aiding the town of Barrel, knowing that w