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need all the help you can receive. Please allow my son to join you, Belen. He is an amazing young warrior, and he shall not get in your way.”
    Alexandros agreed to this simple request. One man against an army of goblins would be suicide, not to mention if it was indeed true that the goblins had a secret ally, Alexandros would need all the help he could find. Tobias sent for his son.
    “Belen,” said Tobias. “My son is about your age now and is great in battle; you will do well together on your quest.”
    Princess Elora gasped as the incredibly handsome young centaur approached them.
    “This is my son…Raphael,” Tobias said with delight.
    Raphael stood gracefully in front of them. He was as tall as his father; his skin was beautifully tanned; he had long black hair tied up in a ponytail, and his chest was perfectly chiseled; His eyes were clear light green; he had full lips with a strong chin. The horse half was dark brown, and his tail black like his hair.
    “Raphael, this is Belen, son of the great Mabruk,” said Tobias. “I need you to travel with him to Heshuezo; together the two of you will protect one another.”
    “Very well father, I will not fail you,” Raphael said to Tobias without question. “But who is this precious young beauty?” Raphael asked as he stepped toward the Princess Elora. He took her hand and gently kissed it. “I am Raphael. What might your name be?”
    Alexandros stepped in front of Elora, and before she could answer, he said, “She is the Princess Elora of Siruac, and she does not need man nor centaur throwing themselves at her.”
    A loud booming laugh came from Tobias. “You two will get along just fine.” He handed his son a sword with a gold trim around the handle and a large round gold shield to match. Raphael’s muscles flexed as he held them. “Now the three of you watch out for each other, for on the road you are all you have…and I shall see you again soon.”
    “Tobias,” Alexandros said as he shook Tobias’ hand. “I thank you for your help and kindness. My father thought highly of you, and now I do, too.”
    “I am much honored to have met you, Belen…now go while the sun is still in the sky; this journey will not be a short one.”
    Alexandros, Princess Elora, and the centaur Raphael bade them farewell and exited the centaur village Ezadcir.
    The three traveled many miles down the road heading to Heshuezo, land of the goblins. With Raphael as their scout, they wished to make it passed the centaur lands before dark.
    “I will scout on ahead to assure its safe for you to pass, my lady,” said Raphael and raced off.
    “This centaur is unbelievable,” said Alexandros.
    “Do not be so hard on him, Belen, he only wishes to prove himself worthy to his father,” said Elora said defending Raphael.
    At that moment Raphael returned. “There is a bridge at the canyon up ahead. Once we cross it we pass the centaur area and into our neighboring village.”
    Alexandros, Elora, and Raphael soon reached the old flimsy bridge at the canyon. The afternoon sun was beginning to set, and the woods surrounding the road ended at the canyon. At the bottom of the canyon was a blue, rapidly flowing river.
    “Careful as you cross. This bridge seems extremely old and parts may even be rotted out,” Alexandros warned Elora.
    As they began to cross, five dirty thieves in grey peasant rags stormed out of the forest.
    “It is twenty dinars to cross over the bridge!” they cried. “And if you pay us no harm will befall you travelers; choose not to and we shall have to teach the three of you a hard lesson.”
    One drunken thief fought hard to stand straight up.
    “If you leave now, no harm shall befall on you; choose to attack us and suffer greatly,” said Alexandros.
    An old toothless thief pulled at Princess Elora’s gown. “You look rather tasty, my dear…” he said; his breath smelled of ale.
    Alexandros stepped in front of Elora and pie-faced the dirty old thief,