Chapter seven

Margery shook her head. "I'm sorry, son. I haven't seen anyone else since I came here. But there might be others out there, in the woods or in other hidden places. I've heard rumors of a resistance group, people who are fighting back against the dragon and his minions. They might be able to help you."

Kael and Rian exchanged another look, and then nodded. "Do you know where we can find them?" Rian asked.

Margery shrugged. "I've heard whispers of a secret meeting place, but I don't know where it is. All I can tell you is that it's somewhere in the woods, near the river."

Kael and Rian thanked her for her help, and then set out once more. The woods were dark and dangerous, but they had a new sense of purpose. They were going to find the resistance group, and they were going to fight back against the dragon.

As they walked, Kael couldn't help but wonder about the group they were searching for. Who were they? How had they managed to resist the dragon's power? And could they really make a difference?

But he pushed those doubts aside, and kept walking. He was determined to find the resistance, no matter what it took.

Finally, after hours of searching, they saw a faint light in the distance. It was coming from a clearing in the woods, and as they drew closer, they could see that there were other people there. A lot of other people.

Kael's heart began to race as they approached the clearing. There were dozens of people there, of all ages and backgrounds. Some were wounded, some were armed, and all of them looked frightened.

Kael and Rian approached cautiously, their hands raised in a sign of peace. The survivors eyed them warily, but no one moved to attack.

"Who are you?" a man with a bandaged arm asked, his voice thick with suspicion.

"We're friends," Kael said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "We're looking for allies to fight against the invaders."

The man snorted. "You're a little late for that, aren't you? They've already taken over the city. We're the ones who managed to escape."

Kael felt his stomach drop. "What do you mean, they've taken over?"

The man gestured to the surrounding forest. "They're everywhere. They have some kind of advanced technology that we can't even begin to comprehend. They're unstoppable."

Kael's mind raced as he tried to process this new information. He had always known that the invaders were powerful, but he had never imagined that they could take over an entire city so quickly.

"We can't just give up," Rian said firmly. "We have to keep fighting. If we band together, we can take them down."

The man snorted again. "And what makes you so sure of that? You don't even know how to fight them."

Kael stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists. "My father fought them," he said. "He was one of the best soldiers this city has ever known. And he told me that there are others like him out there, people who are ready to fight back. We just have to find them."

The man eyed Kael for a moment, then nodded slowly. "All right. We'll help you. But we have to be careful. They have scouts out there, looking for us. If we're going to fight back, we have to do it smart."

Kael felt a surge of hope. He had been so afraid that they were alone in this fight, that they were the only ones left who cared enough to resist. But now, with these survivors at their side, he felt like anything was possible.

Together, they began to plan. They scouted out the surrounding area, looking for a safe place to regroup and strategize. They trained with whatever weapons they had, practicing their aim and their tactics. And they talked, sharing stories and memories of the lives they had left behind.

Kael was surprised by how quickly they bonded. In such a short amount of time, they had become like a family. They looked out for each other, offering words of encouragement and support when the weight of their situation threatened to crush them.

As the days passed, they grew bolder. They began to strike at the invaders, taking out scouts and disrupting supply lines. They knew that they were still vastly outnumbered and outmatched, but they refused to give up.

One night, as they were huddled around a small fire, Kael spoke up.

"I think we're ready to make a move," he said. "We've been successful in our attacks so far, but we need to do more. We need to hit them where it hurts."

The other survivors nodded, their eyes filled with determination.

"What do you have in mind?" the bandaged man asked.

Kael hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I think we need to go after their command center. If we can take it out, we can disrupt their communications and maybe even turn the tide of the war."

The others looked at him in surprise. "That's a bold plan," Rian said. "But it could work."

They spent the next few days preparing. They scouted out the enemy's base, noting its weaknesses and defenses. They worked together to come up with a plan of attack, with Kael's father's words guiding them every step of the way.

Kael couldn't believe the transformation that had occurred in the survivors. From frightened and hopeless refugees, they had become a determined and organized force, all working towards the same goal. The sense of unity and purpose was palpable, and Kael knew that they were ready to face the enemy.

On the night of the attack, Kael and Rian led the charge. They darted from cover to cover, taking out guards and avoiding detection. The plan was working perfectly, and they were making steady progress towards the enemy stronghold.

But then, something went wrong.

A guard spotted them, and sounded the alarm. The element of surprise was gone, and the battle turned into a chaotic melee. Kael fought with everything he had, his sword clashing against the enemy's blades. But he was outnumbered, and he knew it.