Myth walked through the forest, every step causing him to feel even more fatigued. The trees spun around him, their branches waving like spectral arms.

Rivulets of sweat ran down his face, his eyes drooped, and suddenly he felt himself being lifted. He resisted, but his strength was ebbing.

The one who lifted him was Xornoth, a corrupted elf, whose eyes glowed with an eerie red. He cooed and whispered to the terrified boy.

“Poor thing,” Xornoth murmured, his voice sounding oddly soothing in the middle of the chaos that was Myth's mind.

Meanwhile, Scott, Xornoth's brother, caught wind of his sibling's sinister act. He knew he had to rescue Myth from Xornoth's clutches.

Guided by his sense of righteousness, Scott led a group of Myth's friends to the place where Xornoth held Myth captive.

Their arrival startled Xornoth, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip on Myth. This was the chance Scott and the others needed.

They managed to snatch Myth from Xornoth's clasp, but the elf retaliated, releasing a wave of dark energy.

Scott stood strong against the surge of energy, his hand glowing with the soft light of a protective spell.

The spell caged Xornoth, neutralizing his dark energy. He coughed, spewing out a black liquid, then fell unconscious.

Scott gently picked up his fallen brother, the darkness now left his body. His features softened, a stark contrast to the cold figure he had become.

With Xornoth secured and Myth safe, they collectively exhaled a sigh of relief, their stressful journey through the forest now over.

They walked home, weary but triumphant. It was a sight to see - a band of rescuers returning with their prize.

Xornoth lay tucked in his bed, still unconscious. The group left, satisfied that he was safe and sound.

When he woke, Xornoth flailed, his peaceful sleep replaced by a panic. His brother Scott rushed in, trying to calm him down.

Scott sang a song he remembered from their childhood, hoping to soothe Xornoth. His voice floated through the room, filling it with a magical aura.

“Where the North wind meets the sea. There's a river full of memory. Sleep, my darling, safe and sound. For in this river, all is found…” he sang softly.

As Scott continued his lullaby, Xornoth's panic slowly subsided. His breathing slowed and his eyes softened. The song had worked its magic.

With his brother finally calm, Scott left the room. He was tired but satisfied, knowing he'd done all he could for Xornoth.

Meanwhile, Myth had a peaceful sleep. He dreamed of a river, echoing the lyrics of the lullaby he had overheard from Scott.

The river had a voice, it spoke of answers and a path. Despite the dreamlike state, Myth felt a sense of calm and reassurance.

The next morning, Myth woke up feeling refreshed and filled with a new sense of determination. He was ready to face any challenge that came his way.

Xornoth too woke up, looking visibly better than the day before. His eyes, though still a little haunted, held a spark of his old self.

Scott entered Xornoth's room with a tray of food. Seeing his brother's improved condition, he couldn't help but smile. It was a small victory.

Together, they all celebrated that day, both the recovery of Xornoth and the bravery of Myth. It was a day of joy and relief.

Xornoth, now free from his corrupted state, thanked Myth for his courage and apologized for his actions. It was a moment of reconciliation.

Myth, in his young wisdom, accepted the apology, teaching everyone a lesson in forgiveness and the power of friendship.

A newfound bond formed between Myth, Scott, and Xornoth. They stood together, a testament to the power of unity against darkness.

The enchanted forest witnessed it all, its whispers carried stories of courage, friendship, and redemption. The once sinister place now held a tale of hope.

From that day forward, they all pledged to protect the forest and ensure such darkness never took hold again. After all, the forest was their home.

The tale of Myth, Scott, and Xornoth wasn't just a story anymore. It was a legend, a testament to the power of friendship and goodness.

As for the enchanted forest, it continued to thrive, with the help of its new guardians. Their tale would forever be part of its history.

And so, every time the north wind met the sea, the river remembered their story, singing it to those who would listen. And those who listened understood the forest's true magic.