Forest Training Camp Arc Novels & Stories

Night fell with no stars. Wrapped in illusion sigils and silencing charms, Ari and Kael moved through the woods toward the enemy camp. Erin and Lyra flanked from opposite sides, bows and blades at the ready. They crested the ridge—and froze. The camp was larger than expected. Rows of armored tents. Fire pits that burned blue. Ritual circles etched into the earth, feeding some vast sigil half-complete in the center. Kael’s voice was low. “She’s preparing a new anchor.”

And one of the reasons its calamity rate is in between STORM, and DRAGOON calamity rating. At the outskirt of this forest lives only common and rare mobs, but the deeper you walk inside, the dangerous monster will appear. Here's a boy, age eight to ten years old, camping at this dangerous forest. Mohammed Mahakuttah Kiram. Camping another night within the forest of Gatoh, Kiram find immediately another spot for him to sleep during the night.

But as I entered the barracks, I found that the Gammas had all gathered by the gates and were dressed in fighting leathers. “What’s going on?” I asked, finding Amelia standing near the forefront of the group. Amelia turned to me and patted my shoulder. “Alpha Samson and Tyler are taking the Gammas out today for a field training exercise in the forest.” My heart leapt. I hadn’t gotten to visit the forest since I was young—back when Kade and I used to be friends who would adventure out there. Back before everything went to shit. I’d always missed it when I was a slave in Crescent Hollow, but I never got to venture out because I spent all of my time and energy performing my chores.

Freda’s POV “And this is the training ground,” Ava pointed at the forest. She took it upon herself to show me everywhere in the cabin. The kitchen, the living room, the male training room, the carpark, and now, we were standing at the general training ground. Not that I would ever refer to this place as a training ground. A wide space filled with trees that perfectly mimicked a forest sat before us. Instead of a smile, I frowned at the wide forest in front of us. “This is a forest,” I said.

Sensing their determination to become stronger, the archer smiled warmly. “Welcome to the training boot camp for scouts! As you can tell, the elven village is busy trying to catch the intruder who has been sneaking in to steal our resources for a while now. We have not been successful at tracking them and would require your assistance. After completing the boot camp, you would gain all the required skills to infiltrate our enemy’s camp. Of course, we elves wouldn’t dream of asking you to help us for free. Upon completing the boot camp, I will give you a weapon and free access to use the training range anytime.”

"I just thought that she would've at least changed the date..." "Hey, we're here, alright?" Joshua grinned. Carter went up to Brayden to hug him. "I'll miss you." "Goodbye, Brayden." Delaney smiled. "What's your flight's name?" I asked him. "You know, so that I can at least track where you are." "Uh..." he looked down to see his ticket. "APTX 4869." "Sixty nine." Joshua laughed a little at that, in which he was jabbed in the ribs by Delaney and received an eye roll from Brayden.

But boredom has finally won out over whatever deeply-rooted awkwardness I have about him, and now’s the time. The camp itself is actually in a brilliant location—deep near the edge of the Winterfall border, close to Canada. Canadian packs have remained neutral, so if things go south, we can make a quick escape. And aside from the brutal cold, the camp is surprisingly well-equipped. There’s a lake nearby, perfect for hunting, fishing, and bathing. Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell.

The smell of burning wood mixed with the earthy scent of the forest, creating an inviting ambiance. With their campsite set up, as if on cue, Arric returned with his men covered in blood and carrying about six antelopes with rabbits. Some other men took it from them to clean and skewer it before they roasted them over the open flames. The aroma of the sizzling meat wafted through the air, making their mouths water in anticipation. 'Go and rest babe, I'll be back soon, let me clean up and scout the area with Bishop and York,' Arric said via their mind link. She looked around for him and caught his retreating back to the west of the grounds.

Wisely, they chose to source dry kindling rather than smoke out the entire camp with the wet stuff. The sun had barely risen over the Snow Fork Mountains, and the sky glowed in hues of soft pink and orange. Nothing was ever as beautiful as that morning. As I walked by, I noticed the training grounds hadn't been set up yet. Must be a slow morning for everyone. Marcel sauntered over to me, rubbing his eyes and nodding at the unmarked patch of grass that we'd designated for training after the migration. "Ground's a bit too hard to dig out the paths. We're waiting for the sun to come up and thaw everything out some. Training is canceled until tomorrow. Get some rest, Little Beast."

Aria's POV We arrived at a spot in the forest. I slid from Denderick's back and looked around. The campsite was simple, nestled within a small clearing surrounded by towering trees. The ground was mostly dirt with patches of grass, and a few large rocks were scattered around, making for makeshift seating. In the center, Alpha Denderick had set up a small fire pit with stones arranged in a circle to contain the flames. However, the flames in the pit had been killed, leaving only charred wood.