Data and Magic

"But we're not prepared for a full-scale assault," Oswald finished, his voice grim. "We've been expecting skirmishes, raids, the usual goblin mischief. But a coordinated attack by the Dark Legion... that's a different matter entirely." He ran a hand through his short, greying hair, his expression troubled. "We need to prepare. Strengthen our defences, stockpile supplies, formulate a long-term defensive strategy. And most importantly..." He paused, his gaze sweeping the room. "We need to call for aid. Send messengers to the neighbouring towns, to the capital itself. We need reinforcements, and we need them fast."

Lucas nodded in agreement. "I'll dispatch riders immediately. To Oakenfall, to Silverbridge, to every settlement within riding distance. And I'll send Edward and Julia to the capital. They can deliver a first hand account of the situation, explain the urgency of our need."

Edward and Julia exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication of understanding and acceptance. They were soldiers, adventurers, accustomed to following orders, to facing danger.

Lucas turned his attention back to William. "And you, young man," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Edward and Julia tell me you're not from around here. That you found yourself in the Tallenwood under... unusual circumstances."

William hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. He decided to stick with the story he'd concocted earlier, a simplified version of the truth that wouldn't raise too many eyebrows. "I... I was traveling," he said, choosing his words carefully. "Got lost in the forest. Separated from my companions. The goblin attacked me... and then Julia and Edward found me."

Lucas studied him for a moment, his eyes shrewd and perceptive. He seemed to sense that William was holding something back, but he didn't press the issue. "You're fortunate they found you when they did. The Tallenwood is no place for an unarmed traveller, especially not these days." He paused, then continued, "Given your... lack of combat experience, I think it best if you accompany Julia and Edward to the capital. You can provide them with any further details you remember about the goblins, and once you're there, perhaps the Guild can find a way for you to contribute to the war effort. We need all the help we can get."

William felt a surge of relief. He hadn't expected such a generous offer. He'd been bracing himself for suspicion, for interrogation, perhaps even for imprisonment. Instead, they were offering him a chance to escape the immediate danger, to contribute to the cause in a way that suited his skills. And, perhaps most importantly, it gave him an opportunity to stay with Julia, to learn more about magic, to explore this new world that had so unexpectedly become his reality.

"Thank you," William said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I... I appreciate that. I'll do whatever I can to help."

Oswald gave a curt nod. "Good. Every able body counts. Even if you can't wield a sword, you can still contribute. Intelligence, strategy, logistics... these are just as important as brute force in a war."

Lucas clapped his hands together, a gesture of finality. "Right, then. Let's get to work. Edward, Julia, prepare for your journey. You leave at first light. William, you'll go with them. We'll provide you with supplies, what little we can spare. In the meantime, get some food and get some rest. You'll need it for the journey ahead"

The meeting adjourned, and the room buzzed with renewed activity. Oswald barked orders to his subordinates, dispatching soldiers to reinforce the walls, to sharpen weapons, to prepare for the worst. Lucas began drafting messages to the neighbouring towns, his pen scratching furiously across the parchment, his face a mask of concentration.

Julia, Edward, and William made their way back down to the common room of the Adventurers Guild, the weight of their mission settling upon them. The initial relief of reaching Sharwood had faded, replaced by a growing sense of urgency, of impending doom.

They found a relatively quiet corner and sat down to a late meal, provided by the Guild. The cook had managed to whip up a surprisingly palatable stew using the wolf meat Edward had brought back, supplemented with some root vegetables and dried herbs. It wasn't a feast, but it was warm, filling, and a welcome change from the meagre rations they'd been living on.

As they ate, they shared stories with other adventurers, a mix of seasoned veterans and eager newcomers, all united by a common purpose: to defend their kingdom against the encroaching darkness. There were tales of daring raids, of desperate defences, of narrow escapes and tragic losses. The mood was sombre, but there was also a sense of camaraderie, of shared purpose, a determination to stand together against the overwhelming odds. William, despite his lack of combat experience, found himself drawn into the conversation, sharing his own story of the goblin attack and his unexpected rescue. He was careful to omit the more fantastical elements, sticking to the fabricated tale of a lost traveller, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, a connection to these people who had so readily accepted him into their ranks.

Even amidst the grim talk of war and the ever-present threat of the Dark Legion, William noticed a resilience in the faces around him. There were smiles, laughter, even moments of levity. It was a testament to the human spirit, the ability to find hope and joy even in the darkest of times. He found it inspiring, a reminder that even in the face of overwhelming odds, life went on, and the will to survive, to fight for a better future, remained strong.

After the meal, exhausted but strangely energized by the shared camaraderie and the sense of purpose, William found a relatively quiet corner of the common room, where a straw-filled pallet had been prepared for him. He lay down, his body aching, his mind racing.

He reviewed the events of the past few days, the chaotic jumble of experiences that had turned his life upside down. He thought of the Dark Legion, of the terrifying power of Dark Lord Neverus, of the shadow he'd seen in his dream, a premonition that still sent shivers down his spine. He thought of Julia, of her kindness, her strength, her magic, a power he was now determined to understand, to learn. He thought of Edward, of his stoic courage, his unwavering resolve, his willingness to risk his life for a stranger.

He thought of his old life, of his apartment, of his computer, of the algorithm he'd so meticulously crafted, the project that had consumed his life for so long. It all seemed so distant now, so irrelevant, a faded memory from a world that no longer existed. He wondered if he'd ever see it again, if he'd ever find a way back. But more importantly, he wondered if he even wanted to go back. This new world, despite its dangers, held a strange allure, a sense of purpose, a challenge that he'd never found in his old life. He was a stranger in a strange land, caught in a conflict he didn't fully understand, but he was no longer alone. He had allies, companions, a reason to fight.

He thought about magic. He was in awe, but at the same time, his mind raced with the possibilities, the potential to do so much good, to find cures to wounds that normally take time to heal. The concept, the building blocks, how it could be used. The logic and data behind it all. Could he learn? What would be his specialty? The possibilities were overwhelming, yet it filled him with excitement.

Lost in these ponderings, in this swirling mix of fear, hope, and determination, William finally drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with images of battling monsters, of glowing runes, and of a looming shadow that threatened to consume everything in its path. He was worried, but, not completely. He had a mission, a purpose and he found himself looking forward to his journey to the Aver capital.