《Echos of Silence: All chapters》


 CAP. I | EP 1: Who are you?

    Amestricy


    The city of Amestricy, located in the heart of the kingdom of Val?nia, exuded a simple and welcoming charm. Its streets, paved with timeworn stones, seemed to whisper stories of past generations. The wooden and stone houses, with a rustic quality that withstood the ages, housed a vibrant community. In the central market, the buzz of merchants, the aroma of spices and fresh bread, and the rhythmic sound of hammers echoed in an almost hypnotic harmony. Amestricy was a portrait of constancy, where the days seemed to follow the same rhythm, yet hid secrets and dreams behind every corner.


    Among the simple lives of the city, Hitory, a 16-year-old boy, stood out, though in a subtle way. Son of a retired warrior and a legendary sorceress, his lineage was a rare mix of talent and mystery. Despite this, he was seen as just another regular kid by most of the townspeople, with few suspecting the potential he himself was still trying to understand.


    Hitory


    Hitory didn¡¯t impress at first glance. Standing at 5¡¯9¡± (1.74m), his average height and lean figure were as common as the daily flow of Amestricy. His dark hair, always messy, reflected a disinterest in vanity, but his dark green eyes were a different story. Deep and enigmatic, they conveyed an unexpected firmness, as if hiding truths even he didn¡¯t know. Hitory bore a ¡°scar on his chest,¡± the origin of which remained a mystery even to his father. When asked, he would always respond with a forced smile and words that barely clarified anything:


    ¡ª ¡°You really don¡¯t remember how it happened?¡± ¡ª ¡°No, Dad. And honestly, it doesn¡¯t matter right now.¡±


    Despite his carefree tone, it was evident that the scar affected him deeply, like a reminder of something he couldn¡¯t control.


    Zelia


    Zelia, Hitory¡¯s mother, was an almost mythical figure in Amestricy. Renowned for her ability to manipulate the elements with unmatched grace and power, she was an inspiration to many. For Hitory, however, she was a loving mother who always encouraged him to push his limits. When it became clear that he didn¡¯t have mana¡ªan anomaly in a world where magic was second nature¡ªZelia never allowed that to define him.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    ¡ª ¡°Magic isn¡¯t everything, Hitory. You can be so much more than they think.¡±


    These words comforted and motivated him, giving him the strength to face the barriers that arose in his path.


    With Zelia¡¯s death during a war, an irreplaceable void settled in his life. She was not only his mother but also his mentor and source of inspiration. Without her, Hitory tried to fill the gap left by her absence, diving into his studies, dedicating himself to manual labor, and nurturing dreams that seemed far off. The memory of Zelia and her words of encouragement became the flame that lit Hitory¡¯s path, even in the darkest moments.


    Dwalgik


    Dwalgik, Hitory¡¯s father, was a man of few words and an imposing presence. A former warrior, he now dedicated his days to the repair workshop, where he fixed swords and artifacts with the precision of a craftsman. Despite his serious demeanor, he imparted valuable lessons to his son.


    In the workshop, Hitory developed a natural affinity for tools, absorbing what his father taught. But Dwalgik always made sure to emphasize something deeper:


    ¡ª ¡°A weapon is just a tool, Hitory. What matters is who wields it.¡±


    These words echoed in him, fueling a quiet desire to find his place in the world, even without magic.


    Dreams


    Hitory found peace on a hill on the outskirts of the city, where a solitary oak stood like a silent guardian. Beneath its shade, he spent hours lost in old books about magic, trying to decipher what, to him, were only unattainable theories. Under the moonlight, he drew magical circles on the ground, as if the act could bring him closer to the world he so admired.


    When he tried to enter the magic school, harsh reality set in. His lack of mana made him the target of mockery and rejection, but it didn¡¯t break his determination. He promised himself that, somehow, he would find a way to prove his worth.


    Reflections


    On quiet nights, sitting under the oak tree, Hitory gazed at the stars and lost himself in thoughts. One question constantly hovered in his mind:


    ¡ª ¡°Who am I?¡±


    The doubt followed him like a shadow, but in his heart, he felt that the answer was closer than it seemed. The stars, like silent witnesses, seemed to whisper that his journey had barely begun.


    When the day ended, he returned home with slow steps, as the scar on his chest seemed to pulse in his mind. The city slept under the pale moonlight, and Hitory knew that Amestricy was too small to hold his dreams. But for now, it was the only place he could call home.


    End of EP 1: "Who Are You?"

 CAP. I | EP 2: Shadow and Hope

    Amestricy, Valonia


    It was already night when Hitory finished cleaning his father¡¯s workshop. The magical street lamps dimly illuminated Amestricy, reflecting the contrast between the simplicity of the city and the great magical centers of Valonia. Hitory watched a group of young people practicing spells in the central square from afar. It was a common scene, but each display of magic was a cruel reminder of his reality.


    Despite the teasing he endured, Hitory always forced himself to look beyond the surface. He firmly believed he had something to offer, even if the world around him insisted otherwise. However, that faith was beginning to waver.


    While studying magic under the oak tree on the hill, he pondered the meaning of it all. Why had Zelia, his mother, a talented mage, sacrificed her life defending a kingdom that would never know someone like him?


    ¡ª ¡°Mother... Why did you sacrifice yourself for them?¡± ¡ª he murmured, looking at the sky.


    It was a question that repeated itself like an echo in the silence, but no answer ever came.


    Ruins


    One morning, Hitory decided to explore part of the forest beyond the hill. He carried his wooden sword, more out of habit than necessity, as the area was known to be safe. However, something felt different that day. The air was heavier, almost as if it carried a secret waiting to be revealed.


    After walking for a while, he found a strange structure among the trees. It was an ancient ruin, almost completely overgrown with vegetation. Its stones were covered with inscriptions in a language he vaguely recognized from his magic books.


    As he approached, he felt a strange chill, something he had never experienced before. Curious, he reached out to touch one of the inscriptions. Instantly, a faint glow appeared on the stones, radiating an energy that seemed to connect directly with his soul.


    ¡ª ¡°What was that?¡± ¡ª he murmured, looking around as if expecting an answer.


    There was no one there. Yet something inside him told him that place held an important secret¡ªsomething he needed to uncover.


    Mental Confusion


    Returning to the city, Hitory noticed something was wrong. A group of bandits had invaded the central square, causing panic among the townspeople. They demanded gold and supplies, threatening the merchants with weapons and magic.


    Hitory knew he couldn¡¯t compete with their magic, but he also couldn¡¯t stand by and watch his city being looted. He grabbed a simple sword from the workshop and ran toward the square.


    The bandits underestimated him, laughing at his audacity.


    ¡ª ¡°What can a boy like you do against us?¡± ¡ª one of them mocked, conjuring a small fireball.


    Hitory didn¡¯t have time to dodge. The fireball hit his chest hard, knocking him to the ground. Pain shot through his body as the heat of the impact spread across his skin.


    ¡ª ¡°It¡¯s the kid with no mana! He came just to get beaten... loser!¡± ¡ª someone from the crowd shouted.


    Those words pierced his mind like sharp blades, making the pain even more intense. Then, voices began echoing in the silence of his mind, disconnected and distorted. He didn¡¯t understand, but something inside him was awakening.


    A mysterious figure enveloped his body, and for the first time, he felt something different¡ªsomething new.


    ¡ª ¡°What... are you?¡± ¡ª he whispered, his voice tense.


    The voices continued, ignoring his question. Filled with rage, Hitory rose from the ground, surprising everyone around him. His eyes glowed with a wild, red intensity.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    ¡ª ¡°Want to get beaten again, loser?¡± ¡ª one of the bandits taunted.


    Hitory raised his head, his voice full of determination:


    ¡ª ¡°Shut up.¡±


    He started walking slowly toward the bandits, his head lowered and his shoulders heavy, as if carrying a silent fury. His breathing was deep and uneven, and a shadowy figure was faintly visible behind him, making the onlookers hold their breath.


    One of the bandits at the front of the group laughed as Hitory approached.


    ¡ª ¡°Let¡¯s see if you can dodge this time, loser,¡± ¡ª he said with a sadistic grin, conjuring a fireball in his palm.


    Without hesitation, the bandit launched the flaming sphere at Hitory. However, before it could hit him, Hitory vanished from sight. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of the bandit. His eyes, now deep and tinged with a crimson glow, seemed to pierce the man¡¯s soul, freezing him in place.


    ¡ª ¡°What... are you?¡± ¡ª the bandit murmured, trembling. But before he could react, Hitory drove his sword into the man¡¯s stomach. The sound of flesh being pierced echoed through the square, silencing even the terrified whispers of the spectators.


    The other bandits froze for a moment, unable to comprehend what had happened. But then, in a frenzy of screams, they all rushed at Hitory.


    Moving with supernatural speed, he attacked one by one. Every strike of his sword was precise, every movement lethal. But what terrified the crowd most was how he stopped, after each kill, to stare into his opponents¡¯ eyes. His gaze seemed to consume the essence of those men, as if he could see every fear, every buried regret in their souls.


    The townspeople watched in horror. The square, once filled with panic, was now enveloped in a heavy silence. Every blow from Hitory echoed like a funeral bell, and soon the ground was stained with the bandits¡¯ blood.


    When the last one fell, Hitory stopped. His breathing was ragged, and he seemed to stagger, but his eyes still glowed with that sinister light. Then, slowly, he collapsed to the ground, his body heavy and exhausted, falling face-first onto the cobblestones of the square.


    Around him, no one moved. The air felt colder, laden with what had just happened. The silence was cutting, and everyone knew they had witnessed something far beyond comprehension.


    The Dream


    While unconscious, Hitory had a strange dream. He was in an empty space, alone, surrounded by dense darkness. Suddenly, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind:


    ¡ª ¡°Look at that... he could be the Vessel.¡±


    ¡ª ¡°But he¡¯s already carrying it.¡±


    The words echoed in his mind, but he didn¡¯t understand their meaning. He felt a presence, but there was no one around him.


    The dream vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving Hitory with a feeling of emptiness.


    The Awakening


    When Hitory finally woke up, he found himself in his bed, his body aching and his head heavy. He tried to get up, confused.


    ¡ª ¡°What... happened?¡± ¡ª he murmured to himself.


    He stumbled out of his bed and went to his father¡¯s room, where Dwalgik was waiting. Seeing Hitory on his feet, Dwalgik¡¯s face lit up with surprise, but soon concern overtook him.


    ¡ª ¡°Son... you¡¯re finally awake,¡± ¡ª he said, relieved.


    ¡ª ¡°Finally? How long was I out?¡± ¡ª Hitory asked, still dizzy.


    Dwalgik looked at him with a serious expression.


    ¡ª ¡°It¡¯s been a month since that bandit attack in the city center. You... were in a coma the whole time.¡±


    Hitory remained silent for a moment, trying to process it.


    ¡ª ¡°A month? But I... I killed them... didn¡¯t I?¡± ¡ª he murmured, confused.


    ¡ª ¡°Yes, son,¡± ¡ª Dwalgik replied. ¡ª ¡°You killed the bandits, but then you collapsed. No one knows what really happened, but everyone is terrified of what you did.¡±


    Later, while resting under the oak tree on the hill, Hitory was surprised by an unexpected visitor. It was an older man, simply dressed but with a sharp gaze. He introduced himself as ¨¦dros, a retired knight passing through Amestricy.


    ¡ª ¡°I saw what you did that day,¡± ¡ª said ¨¦dros, sitting beside Hitory.


    ¡ª ¡°You may not have mana, but you have something many of those arrogant mages don¡¯t ¡ª courage and determination.¡±


    Hitory listened silently, absorbing every word.


    ¡ª ¡°You have potential, kid,¡± ¡ª ¨¦dros continued.


    ¡ª ¡°Don¡¯t let what they say about you define who you are. Sometimes, the greatest powers come from the most unexpected places.¡±


    Those words stayed with Hitory. He decided that, even without mana, he would find a way to stand out. Above all, he would never give up on his promise. With a new mystery in his life and an unknown power awakening within him, Hitory had much to discover about his destiny. What really happened during that fight? And what does ¡°Vessel¡± mean? His future is full of questions and challenges.


    End of EP 2: Shadow and Hope

 CAP. I | EP 3: Echoes of Silence

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    Dawn was slowly breaking, painting the skies of Amestricy with shades of orange and gold. Dwalgik¡¯s workshop was silent, a stark contrast to the previous days, which had been filled with commotion and curious visitors eager to hear about Hitory¡¯s battle against the bandits. Now, the stillness seemed to reflect the young man¡¯s thoughts. He had woken up early, his body still sore, but his spirit restless. Something inside him called out, an almost instinctive urge to move forward and seek answers.


    As he walked through the narrow corridors of the workshop, his fingers lightly brushing against the hanging blades, Hitory felt torn. What had awakened inside him was frightening, yet also intriguing. The figure that had surrounded him during the battle against the bandits was not something ordinary. He knew that, even though he couldn¡¯t explain how. It was something ancient, something different. But what exactly?


    The memory of the ruins in the forest kept coming back. The inscriptions on the stones, the fleeting glow when he touched them... all of it seemed connected to what he felt during the fight. He needed to find out more. The weight of the mystery made him yearn for knowledge, but he knew he wouldn¡¯t find answers in Amestricy.


    A Difficult Decision


    At the kitchen table, Dwalgik sat with a cup of tea in his hands, watching his son¡¯s movements. When Hitory finally spoke, his voice was resolute.


    ¡ª ¡°Father, I need to go to the Capital of Valonia.¡± ¡ª He paused, breathing deeply before continuing.


    ¡ª ¡°I need to understand what happened to me. I need to know what this thing means and how I can use it. If I don¡¯t do this, I won¡¯t be able to fulfill my promise.¡±


    Dwalgik was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the young man. He saw the determination in his son¡¯s eyes, a flame he recognized ¡ª the same one Zelia, Hitory¡¯s mother, always carried.


    ¡ª ¡°If this is what you believe is right, then go,¡± ¡ª Dwalgik replied. ¡ª ¡°But know that the Capital is a ruthless place. You won¡¯t just find answers there; you¡¯ll find challenges. It will be a lonely journey, Hitory.¡±


    With a nod, Hitory prepared to leave. He strapped a simple sword to his waist and packed a bag with basic provisions. Before leaving, his father grabbed his shoulder.


    ¡ª ¡°Take this.¡± ¡ª Dwalgik handed him a small amulet in the shape of a pendant, a polished piece of metal with a blue stone in the center. ¡ª ¡°It belonged to your mother. It may not look like much, but she always said it gave her strength. Maybe it will do the same for you.¡±


    Hitory held the amulet carefully, feeling the calm energy it emanated. For a moment, he was silent, staring at the pendant in his hands. Then, he looked up at his father, a renewed determination in his eyes.


    ¡ª ¡°I promise I¡¯ll come back home, father.¡± ¡ª His voice was firm, filled with emotion. ¡ª ¡°I won¡¯t fail you... or mom.¡±


    This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.Dwalgik squeezed his son¡¯s shoulder firmly, but said nothing more. His words weren¡¯t needed. The look they exchanged said everything.


    With the amulet around his neck and the promise echoing in his heart, Hitory turned and left, carrying more than just a bag and a sword ¡ª he also carried the weight of a new journey and the strength of the promise he had made.


    The Journey Begins


    The road to the Capital of Valonia was long and filled with uncertainties. Hitory walked through open fields, the wind brushing against his face as he adjusted his sword from time to time. Each step seemed to take him further from the safety of the city, but also closer to something new ¡ª something he couldn¡¯t name yet.


    In a small village along the way, he made a brief stop. The place was simple, but welcoming, with wooden houses and children running through the narrow streets. While resting in a local tavern, he overheard conversations about the growing tension in the kingdom. They spoke of powerful mages in the Capital and factions fighting for control of ancient knowledge.


    ¡ª ¡°These old grimoires only bring trouble,¡± ¡ª a man with a thick beard said to another at the counter.


    ¡ª ¡°The more they mess with those relics, the more bad things happen.¡±


    Hitory listened in silence, but each word seemed to fuel his curiosity even more. He knew the ancient books could hold the answers he was seeking, but he also knew that tampering with old secrets always brought risks.


    Reflections Under the Stars


    That night, while camping in a clearing, Hitory took out the notebook he always carried with him. He scribbled down his thoughts, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. He wrote:


    ¡°Echoes of Silence.¡±


    That was what he felt inside ¡ª a quiet voice, but powerful, echoing in the silence of his mind. He knew he needed to listen to it, understand it, but what did it mean? Was it a call or a curse? As he looked at the stars, holding his mother¡¯s amulet, he promised himself he wouldn¡¯t give up.


    The Encounter on the Road


    On the third day of his journey, the weather changed. Gray clouds covered the sky, and the cold wind blew across the road. As he walked through a more desolate stretch, Hitory heard voices in the distance.


    The full moon poured its silvery light over the silent clearing, except for distant sounds that disturbed the serenity of the night. The echo of a weak voice, almost choked, reached Hitory¡¯s ears.


    ¡ª ¡°H-help... someone¡­¡± ¡ª the voice pleaded, laden with desperation.


    Then, low muffled groans broke the silence. Hitory¡¯s heart raced, and he quickly advanced down the trail until he reached the source of the sound. As he approached the scene, his breath became heavy, and his anger began to boil.


    End of EP 3: Echoes of Silence


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 CAP. I |EP 4: "The Guardian of Despair"

    Confronting the Bandits


    He moved cautiously, hiding between the trees by the side of the road. It didn¡¯t take long for his eyes to spot what was happening: a small group of bandits, three in total, were surrounding a girl. She was lying on the ground, her messy hair covering part of her face. The bandits kicked her from side to side, laughing as they mistreated her.


    ¡ª "Hey, look at her fly!" one of the men mocked, laughing as he delivered another kick.


    ¡ª "You should¡¯ve stayed quiet," added another.


    There, in the middle of the clearing, he saw a group of bandits. Cruel laughter echoed as one of them kicked a body lying on the ground. Another bandit, with a repulsive expression, was crouched over the victim. His filthy hand touched the girl''s body indecently, messing with her clothes and trying to explore every part of her with cruel boldness. The ¡°girl¡± fought back, but her strength was fading, and her eyes reflected terror and helplessness, forcing her to face him as weak moans echoed in the air.


    Hitory gripped the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He stepped forward and shouted:


    ¡ª "Get away from the girl!"


    The bandits stopped abruptly, surprised by the interruption. The man crouching beside the girl slowly stood up, twisting his neck as if to assess who dared to face them. A sadistic smile appeared on his face.


    ¡ª "Well, well, look who¡¯s here. A kid trying to play hero?" he mocked, spitting on the ground before laughing.


    A second bandit, taller and with a scar running across his face, swung his sword with disdain.


    ¡ª "Kid? You¡¯re kidding me, kid? You think you''re gonna scare us with that little knife?"


    ¡ª "Hey, kid!" another shouted, holding a bloodied club. "You gonna use that tiny sword to cut a twig?"


    As the bandits laughed and exchanged taunts, Hitory stood firm. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on the fallen figure. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized it wasn¡¯t a child, as he had thought, but a young woman with long, messy hair. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood.


    Her body was curled up, as if she instinctively tried to protect herself, and her swollen eyes, from crying, met Hitory¡¯s. Silent tears ran down her dirty face, and she seemed on the verge of collapse.


    Hitory felt something tighten in his chest. The scene before him was not just cruelty, but complete humiliation. He took a deep breath, trying to control the rage that threatened to consume him.


    ¡ª "Don¡¯t be afraid. I promise... I¡¯ll protect you," he murmured, more to convince himself than to reassure her.


    The bandits showed no concern. Two of them charged at once, laughing and swinging their weapons as if it were a game. Hitory remained calm, dodging the first blow with precision. He spun his sword, striking the second man¡¯s leg, causing him to fall to the ground with a cry of pain.


    ¡ª "Who the hell is this kid?!" one of the bandits exclaimed, now cautious.


    But as Hitory focused on facing the other, the leader seized the opportunity. In a swift and cruel motion, he delivered a precise blow that struck Hitory¡¯s left arm, everything seemed to slow down. He felt the impact before registering the pain.


    A wave of excruciating pain hit him, burning like fire. His vision blurred, and he staggered back, almost losing his balance.


    ¡ª "N-no... this can¡¯t be happening..." he stammered, his voice trembling and almost inaudible.


    The leader of the bandits approached slowly, holding the sword still stained with blood. He seemed to savor every moment, his cold, cruel smile fixed on his face.


    ¡ª "Well, well... Did the hero hurt his little arm? Now let¡¯s see how you¡¯ll play the savior with just one hand, kid," his voice was a venomous whisper.


    DESPAIR


    The young girl watched everything, her eyes wide and filled with tears. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The despair in her eyes reflected what Hitory felt in his soul: helplessness. He had failed.


    Hitory looked at the girl, who was still conscious, her teary eyes reflecting a mix of terror and fear. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stood motionless, watching the nightmare unfold before her. Hitory felt a tightness in his chest as he noticed the fear pouring from her eyes. But beyond the fear, there was something else: a silent plea, a fragile hope placed in him.


    Suddenly, pain hit him like a violent wave, radiating throughout his body. A pain that was not only physical, but something that seemed to cut through his soul. He felt as if something had been brutally ripped from him. His body trembled, and his gaze instinctively turned to the ground.


    The sight paralyzed him. There, on the blood-soaked earth, lay what remained of his left arm. Blood gushed in frantic pulses, staining the clearing red. His eyes widened, and his breathing became erratic. A scream began to form in his throat, but it couldn¡¯t escape. The shock consumed everything.


    Reality shattered around him, fragmenting into distorted pieces. He heard the muffled sound of his own heart beating irregularly and felt the world spin around him. The image of his arm on the ground seemed to be burned into his mind, a terrible symbol of his failure, of his vulnerability.


    Despair took over his mind, crushing any rational thought. A whirlwind of emotions collided inside him: fear, pain, guilt. He tried to move his remaining hand to stop the bleeding, but his fingers trembled uncontrollably, unable to obey. He tasted the metallic blood in his mouth, not knowing if it was his own or the girl''s.


    The sight of the girl, still silently crying, brought a new wave of torment. He had promised to protect her, but now he was there, wounded, powerless, on the verge of collapse. His head felt heavy, his vision blurred, and the world around him became a haze, while the blood continued to flow like sand in an hourglass.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    Hitory tried to say something, maybe an apology, but his voice died before it could leave. His mind succumbed to darkness, as despair continued to squeeze his heart like an unrelenting fist. The last sound he heard before everything disappeared was the muffled sob of the girl.


    Suddenly, an intense light erupted from the necklace Hitory was wearing, a radiance so bright it seemed to cut through the darkness around him. The flare was almost blinding, and even the bandits, momentarily paralyzed by the shock, took a few steps back, shielding their eyes with their arms. The air became heavy, as if something ancient and powerful had been awakened.


    Hitory, still kneeling on the ground, felt the light enveloping him in a strange, almost comforting warmth. His mind was confused, trapped between the searing pain and the bewilderment of the inexplicable phenomenon. He looked at his own arm, or what was left of it, and saw something extraordinary happening.


    Where the bloody stump had been, a thin twig began to appear, like a plant growing at an impossible rate. He watched, stunned, as the twig lengthened and expanded, its fibers intertwining in a display of living energy. In just a few seconds, the twig transformed into a complete arm, but it was not a human arm.


    The wood that formed his arm had a unique, almost supernatural appearance. It was as black as night, with golden veins that pulsed softly, emitting a faint glow. Despite its robust appearance, Hitory felt its lightness and flexibility, as if it were a natural extension of his body. He moved the fingers of his new wooden hand, and to his surprise, it responded with precision, as if it had always been there.


    The bandits, bewildered and terrified, exchanged glances. One of them muttered, his voice trembling:


    ¡ª "What... what kind of sorcery is this?"


    Hitory slowly rose to his feet, the aura of the pendant still pulsing around him. Fear had given way to something different: a cold determination, almost merciless. His eyes, once filled with pain, now burned with unwavering fury. He grabbed his sword, which lay beside him, feeling the wood of his new arm mold perfectly to the hilt of the weapon.


    ¡ª "You won¡¯t touch her again," he murmured, his voice low but heavy with threat.


    With speed, Hitory advanced. His sword sliced through the air with lethal precision, his movements now more fluid and deadly than ever. He focused first on the leader, who tried to raise his sword to defend himself, but it was futile. Hitory''s strike was relentless, hitting him in the shoulder and cleaving him in half.


    The two remaining bandits hesitated, but Hitory gave them no time to react. With firm steps and fixed eyes, he disarmed them, his strikes controlled yet devastating. The clearing filled with screams and the metallic sound of weapons falling to the ground.


    When one of the bandits fled, screaming in panic, Hitory stopped in the center of the clearing, panting. The glow around him began to fade, but the sensation of that powerful energy was still present. He looked at the sword in his hand, then at the wooden arm, trying to make sense of what had just happened.


    His gaze was drawn to the young woman, who was still lying on the ground. Her eyes, once full of terror, were now half-open, as if trying to stay awake. She looked at Hitory for a brief moment, her lips trembling, but before she could say anything, her eyes closed slowly, and she passed out, succumbing to exhaustion and her injuries.


    Hitory took a step toward her, but his body staggered. The exhaustion and the impact of what had happened finally caught up with him. He fell to his knees, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The silence overtook the clearing, broken only by the sound of his heavy breathing.


    The Mysterious Girl


    Hitory staggered over to where the young woman lay, his heart heavy with worry and his body exhausted from the battle. As he knelt beside her, he noted the severity of her condition. Her clothes were torn and stained with blood, barely covering her at all.


    With a mix of care and hesitation, he began to remove the rags still covering her body, leaving her completely exposed. Seeing the bruises and wounds marking her skin, a wave of nausea hit him. The thought that the bandits might have done something worse to her if he hadn¡¯t arrived in time filled him with rage and helplessness.


    For a moment, a knot formed in his stomach, a mixture of anger and disgust rising in his throat. He took a deep breath, fighting against the sensation, and refocused on protecting her from the cold.


    As he adjusted his cloak to cover her and shield her from the chill, his eyes were drawn to something unusual. In the center of her chest, above her heart, was a distinct mark that glowed faintly, as though emitting a subtle energy. Hitory frowned, intrigued, but didn¡¯t have time to question what it was at that moment.


    He wrapped his cloak around her, covering her with the utmost care, protecting her not just from the cold but from the horrors he had just faced. The weight of responsibility hit him hard, but he knew he had to act quickly.


    Taking his backpack off, he improvised a pillow with a clean cloth and placed it under her head, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. He grabbed his blanket and covered her completely, ensuring she was warm. His movements were gentle, almost reverent, as he administered a few drops of medicine from his bag, hoping it would help ease the pain and stabilize her condition.


    When he finished, he sat beside her, watching her weak but steady breathing. His gaze briefly returned to the mark on her chest, the glow almost hypnotic. He knew there was more to this girl than met the eye, but at that moment, all that mattered was ensuring her survival.


    ¡ª "You''re safe now," he whispered, feeling the exhaustion overtake him.


    The wound where his arm had been severed began to weigh on him even more. The blood loss made his vision blur, and he knew he had to tend to his own injury. But before he could do anything, his body gave way, and he collapsed beside her, fainting under the moonlight.


    The clearing was silent, except for the soft sound of their breathing. The starry sky seemed to watch over the two who had found hope amid the chaos.


    End of Episode 4: The Awakened Guardian

 CAP. I | EP 5 - The Weight of a Guardian

    The Unexpected Rescue


    A figure cloaked in a heavy mantle, with a hood partially obscuring their face, walked along the dirt road, their steps silent on the uneven ground. The mage, with sharpened senses and a supernatural ability to perceive the energies around her, felt a wave of residual power. Something strange and dark had occurred not far from where she stood.


    She stopped abruptly, focusing on the sensation that enveloped the air. A shroud of heavy energy, interrupted by something far more sinister, guided her toward a clearing illuminated by the cold moonlight. What she found was desolate.


    In the center of the clearing, two bodies lay on the ground. The first, a young man, was covered in blood. His left arm¡­ or what remained of it, ended in a grotesque stump just below the shoulder. The mutilated flesh was mixed with fresh and dried blood, the bleeding stopped perhaps by sheer luck or a willpower the mage could barely comprehend. The boy was on the brink of death, but his weak, intermittent breaths still echoed in the stillness.


    Beside him, the young woman lay in what seemed like an arranged position, but still vulnerable. Her blonde hair was tangled, falling haphazardly across her face, partially hiding her delicate features now pale and marked by pain. The rest of her body was wrapped in a tattered cloak and a simple cloth, hastily placed over her but with an odd tenderness. These fabrics hid the purple bruises and deep cuts that ran across her skin, each mark a reminder of the suffering she had endured. The blood, already dried and coagulated, stained the cloth, but did not conceal the pain that still radiated from her body.


    She seemed completely exhausted, as if every bit of strength had been drained from her being, her muscles tense, her bones heavy. Her body was marked not only by physical wounds but also by the inner struggle she had fought to stay conscious. Her breathing was weak but steady, like a thread of life that refused to extinguish. Each sigh was a silent battle, a reflection of the quiet resistance against despair.


    The mage knelt first beside Hitory, drawn to the severity of his wound. She observed the deplorable state of the boy, and for a moment, she was speechless, surprised by the unusual resilience he still exhibited.


    ¡ª ¡°This¡­¡± ¡ª she murmured, the perplexity evident in her voice. ¡ª ¡°How is he still alive?¡±


    Conjuring a magical circle in the air, she cast healing spells, the glowing symbols unrolling around her hands, the magic flowing into Hitory¡¯s wound with an intense golden light. But, to her shock, the magic disappeared upon touching his body, dissipating like water falling on a dry surface.


    ¡ª ¡°Impossible¡­!¡± ¡ª she exclaimed, furrowing her brow. ¡ª ¡°Something is blocking my magic.¡±


    Frustration washed over her for a moment, but she knew she couldn¡¯t afford to waste any more time. She looked to the young woman beside her, her condition also critical, and refocused. She applied the same spell to her, watching as the girl¡¯s wounds closed almost instantly. The young woman¡¯s skin absorbed the magic like parched earth receiving its first rain after a relentless drought.


    ¡ª ¡°Interesting¡­ But you¡¯re on the brink of collapse too.¡±


    Despite her frustration at being unable to heal Hitory, the mage knew she couldn¡¯t leave them there. The weight of the situation forced her to act quickly. She rose with agility, casting a transportation spell. A radiant glow took form in the air, and slowly, a floating cart of light appeared, its luminous outlines pulsating like living stars in the night sky.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    The mage carefully lifted the young woman¡¯s body, adjusting her to ensure she was comfortable. She then turned her attention to Hitory, her gaze fixed on the boy with the amputated arm. She felt the weight of the situation, not just physically, but emotionally. He had monstrous strength, surviving such a horrific injury and still being alive.


    ¡ª ¡°Losing an arm... And still alive... Such strength¡­¡± ¡ª she murmured to herself as she carefully placed Hitory¡¯s body into the floating cart, making sure to protect his injury.


    The cart began to move gently, floating away from the clearing, guided by ethereal shapes resembling animals. The mage walked alongside, casting one last look at the two young ones.


    ¡ª ¡°There¡¯s something special about you¡­ Something even I can¡¯t understand.¡±


    The forest, illuminated by the cart¡¯s magical light, remained in a profound silence. The suffering and chaos that had engulfed the clearing slowly faded, being left behind as the two young ones were carried toward an uncertain fate.


    The Mage¡¯s Refuge


    The mage¡¯s refuge lay hidden in the heart of a dense forest, where sunlight rarely reached the ground, covered by a thick mantle of leaves and moss. The stone house, aged by centuries, seemed to have been built by time itself, its sturdy structure and ivy-covered walls giving it an air of mystery, almost as though it were alive.


    The sound of distant birds and the rustling of trees were the only noises that could be heard around. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried herbs, dust from old books, and a subtle hint of incense. The space was filled with rare and curious objects, such as bottles of vibrant liquids, shimmering crystals, and grimoires whose pages seemed to have aged with time. Everything was meticulously organized, but there was an undeniable feeling of constant research in the air, as if the mage was always searching for something, a lost knowledge, or perhaps a hidden power.


    When they arrived, the mage wasted no time. With a firm gesture, she levitated the bodies onto the sturdy wooden table, where she would begin her work. Hitory was visibly pale, blood still dripping from his wound despite the bleeding having slowed. He was unconscious, but his breathing showed slight irregularities, indicating that he wasn''t entirely lost. The mage sighed deeply as she approached him, her eyes filled with growing frustration as she observed his condition. She began preparing a mixture of herbs and ointments, her hands working with precision. When she applied the salve to his severed arm, she furrowed her brow, noticing that his skin seemed to resist the healing, as if some kind of magical barrier was blocking the natural regeneration of his body.


    "This doesn''t make sense," she murmured to herself, her sharp eyes studying the young warrior''s body. Her magic wouldn''t work on him; an invisible barrier seemed to repel any attempt at healing. She tried once more, conjuring magical symbols in the air, but the energy dissipated as soon as it touched the boy''s flesh. Nothing seemed to work.


    Shifting her gaze to the young girl, who was lying on an improvised bed beside them, the mage noticed something peculiar. Unlike Hitory, the girl seemed to respond almost immediately to the healing. The wounds on her body closed slowly, and the paleness on her face began to fade, giving way to a healthy color. The mage watched closely, her mind racing for answers.


    She leaned in closer to the girl, her eyes fixed on the center of her chest, where a mark glowed faintly, a silvery, ethereal hue. The energy emanating from the mark seemed to pulse, almost as if it had a life of its own, radiating a strange and unknown force. The mage, a mix of fascination and caution in her movements, touched the mark with the tips of her fingers, feeling the lightness of the energy that almost danced beneath her skin. The girl''s body shivered, as if she felt the mage''s touch.


    "This... this isn''t normal," the mage murmured, withdrawing her hand with care. She studied the girl with newfound understanding, her curiosity only deepening. She wasn''t just a victim¡ªperhaps she was someone much more important, someone whose energies might be beyond common understanding.


    With a sigh of frustration, the mage turned her gaze back to Hitory, still unconscious. He was so close, yet so far away. What was happening to him? What was happening to her? And more importantly, what was connecting these two young individuals in a web of mystery and power that she could not yet comprehend?


    She stood up, determined not to rest until the answers were found. Something deep and greater than anything she had ever known was about to be revealed. But to uncover it, she would need to understand what was happening with both of them. And that, she knew, would not be easy.


    End of EP 5 ¡°The Weight of a Guardian¡±

 CAP. 1 | EP 6: "Bonds Under the Moon"

    The Mystery of the Young Girl


    After two days of rest, the young girl finally woke up. The soft morning light streamed through the windows of the mage¡¯s house, bathing the room in a warm glow. She felt a comforting sense of softness and warmth and soon realized she was lying on a plush bed, covered in fine fabric sheets. For a moment, the peaceful atmosphere surrounded her, but then her eyes widened as she realized she was not alone.


    She looked around and saw Hitory beside her, his body still motionless on the bed. Panic instantly gripped her, and she jumped to her feet, but as she noticed the calm rise and fall of his chest and the peaceful look on his sleeping face, she gradually relaxed. Her gaze softened as she focused on Hitory¡¯s face. A small sigh escaped her lips, as if he were the last remnant of something lost¡ªsomething important yet still hazy in her mind.


    ¡ª "Who are you? What did you do to me?" ¡ª Her voice trembled, still filled with distrust and confusion. But as she observed Hitory, a strange sense of familiarity washed over her, as if a distant memory was trying to take shape.


    ¡ª "I... I remember you... but from where?" ¡ª she murmured, her eyes searching for something deeper, a memory, a connection that seemed to slip through her fingers.


    At that moment, the door to the room opened softly. The mage entered, her posture serene and unhurried, though her eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing the young girl already standing. She seemed surprised but showed no sign of alarm.


    ¡ª "Ah, you¡¯re awake," ¡ª Elyndra commented, her voice calm and composed.


    The young girl, still tense and uncomfortable, glanced at Hitory¡¯s side. His sword was within her reach, and, on impulse, she grabbed it and raised it, pointing it at the mage.


    ¡ª "Who are you?" ¡ª she demanded, her voice firm but carrying a faint tremor of uncertainty. Fear was evident in her eyes, but there was also a courage she didn¡¯t know she possessed.


    The mage remained unfazed. She stood still, gazing at the young girl with a serenity that seemed to emanate from her very being. Without haste, she conjured a chair of light that floated gently toward her, and she calmly took a seat.


    ¡ª "I am Elyndra Luminis, a light mage," ¡ª she answered, her tone steady and composed. ¡ª "I found you injured, barely clothed, and the boy beside you unconscious, his arm torn off. I brought you both here so you could be safe."


    The young girl, still gripping the sword, hesitated for a moment as if trying to piece together fragments of her memory. Something inside her started to make sense¡ªa vague yet significant recollection.


    ¡ª "I... I remember... he saved me from the Triple Rift..." ¡ª she murmured, her voice calmer yet brimming with emotion. Her gaze softened as she looked at Hitory again, a mixture of gratitude and confusion in her eyes.


    The mage observed with growing curiosity, her eyes glimmering slightly as the puzzle pieces began to fall into place.


    ¡ª "The Triple Rift... that high-ranking group of bandits?" ¡ª She asked with the intent to understand the situation better, but also with the caution of someone who knew the answer could reveal more than what met the eye.


    The young girl swallowed hard, her gaze growing distant. Her expression was heavy with pain and bitter memories. She ran a trembling hand over her forehead, as if trying to push away the images in her mind.


    ¡ª "They... raided my home..." ¡ª her voice cracked for a moment. ¡ª "Burned everything... then..." ¡ª She couldn¡¯t continue. The weight of the memory was too much, and her words were lost in a whirlwind of emotions. She knelt beside Hitory, gripping his hand tightly as if she still couldn¡¯t believe he was there, alive.


    ¡ª "Thank you... thank you... thank you..." ¡ª Gratitude poured from her voice, but so did a deep and silent pain, something she didn¡¯t know how to process.


    The mage, watching the scene with a compassionate gaze, stepped closer but did not interrupt. She understood what the young girl was feeling but also knew that she needed space to process the pain and, eventually, move forward. She silently rose from her seat.


    ¡ª "He¡¯s fine. He will wake up soon," ¡ª Elyndra said softly, her voice carrying a touch of comfort. She paused briefly, studying the young girl. ¡ª "I¡¯ll prepare something for you two and also bring some clothes so you can feel more comfortable."


    With that, the mage left the room, heading toward the kitchen. She knew that, even though the young girl was now safe, there was still much to uncover. Hitory and this girl were connected by something deep¡ªsomething not even she fully understood. And she was determined to find out what it was, no matter the cost.


    The Meeting of Eyes


    About fifteen minutes later, the young girl, still naked and kneeling beside Hitory, felt movement under her hand. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust his vision. When his eyes met hers, he saw a naked young woman staring deeply into his clear green eyes, still brimming with tears. He furrowed his brows slightly, concerned.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    ¡ª "Why are you crying?" ¡ª he asked, his voice hoarse and soft, still weak.


    His words shattered the emotional barrier she had been trying to hold. Her tears flowed even more intensely, like a child crying for their mother, and a sob involuntarily escaped her throat.


    Hitory, confused, shifted in bed and sat on the edge, but the young girl, now openly crying, rested her head on his leg, as if seeking comfort. He looked at her, feeling something deep within his chest¡ªan inexplicable sensation that seemed both new and strangely familiar.


    She slowly lifted her head, her eyes filled with relief and emotion. In a sudden movement, despite them both being completely bare, she threw her arms around him, knocking him back onto the bed. The impact was soft, but the surprise made him hold his breath for a moment.


    Hitory was frozen for a moment, his eyes wide, but soon his hand instinctively moved to her back, returning the embrace. He didn¡¯t know why he was doing it, but something inside him told him it was right.


    The warmth of the young girl¡¯s body was comforting, stirring feelings he couldn¡¯t fully understand. He felt something that touched him deeply¡ªa connection that transcended words or logic. In that moment, both of them found a peace they didn¡¯t know they needed.


    She slightly pulled back, still with her arms around him, her eyes locked onto his. There was something in her gaze he couldn¡¯t describe¡ªgratitude, relief, and something else he couldn¡¯t quite name.


    With a soft sigh, she rested her head against Hitory¡¯s chest, closing her eyes as if this was the safest place in the world.


    Hitory remained there, silent. His hand hesitated before gently resting on her soft hair. He didn¡¯t know what the future would bring, nor did he fully understand what he felt at that moment, but he knew that, for now, neither of them was alone.


    And so, in silence, they shared a moment that seemed to last forever¡ªa moment that belonged only to them¡ªas the weight of everything around them faded, if only for a brief while.


    Sharing Feelings


    After a few minutes of holding each other in bed, Hitory felt the girl¡¯s calm breathing. The silence between them was interrupted only by the soft sound of the wind outside, rustling the leaves of a nearby tree. The young girl still kept her head resting Hitory¡¯s chest, but her eyes were closed, as if trying to prolong that moment.


    Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open without warning, revealing the serene figure of the mage Elyndra. As she took in the scene¡ªseeing the two young ones completely naked and embracing¡ªher expression shifted to a mix of surprise and amusement.


    ¡ª ¡°How improper¡­¡± ¡ª Elyndra commented, crossing her arms and looking at them with a slightly sarcastic smile.


    The mage¡¯s voice snapped the girl out of her moment, and she abruptly straightened up, still kneeling over Hitory, trying to compose herself. Her face immediately turned as red as a tomato when she realized the situation she was in.


    ¡ª ¡°Get out of here and close the door!¡± ¡ª she exclaimed, pointing at Elyndra, her voice trembling with embarrassment and irritation.


    Elyndra closed the door and left them alone.


    Hitory, still confused by everything, looked up and noticed the girl still kneeling over him, her skin turning redder by the second. As he fully grasped the situation, he too became flustered, quickly averting his gaze to the ceiling.


    Then, in an almost desperate impulse, the girl leaned down and planted a sudden kiss on Hitory¡¯s lips. The gesture was quick and intense, catching him completely off guard. His eyes widened as she pulled away with a shy, mischievous smile.


    ¡ª ¡°What¡­ was that?¡± ¡ª he murmured, almost breathless, trying to process what had just happened.


    Without answering, the girl got up and grabbed the clothes the mage had left on a chair in the corner of the room. Keeping her head down, avoiding his gaze, she hurried to the bathroom, leaving Hitory alone in bed.


    Still trying to collect his thoughts, he heard the bathroom door close and let out a heavy sigh. ¡ª ¡°What is going on?¡± ¡ª he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair.


    A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, revealing the girl now dressed. She wore a simple dress that accentuated her slender and elegant figure. Her hair was still slightly damp from the water she had used to wash her face.


    She looked at Hitory and smiled in a way that seemed to brighten the entire room. That smile¡­ There was something about it that touched Hitory deeply, something he had felt before but couldn¡¯t quite explain.


    ¡ª ¡°Shall we go? The mage has already prepared breakfast,¡± ¡ª she said, her voice soft and inviting.


    Hitory nodded, rising from the bed with some difficulty, still feeling sore from the recent events. ¡ª ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll just get dressed and wash my face,¡± ¡ª he replied, heading toward the bathroom.


    He splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his thoughts. The cool sensation was refreshing but not enough to dispel the confusion in his mind. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he found the girl waiting for him by the door, her smile still there, though now a bit more timid.


    ¡ª ¡°Come on, let¡¯s go!¡± ¡ª she said, gently tugging at his hand, her melodious and sweet voice filling the air.


    Any questions?


    As they walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, Hitory glanced at her, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.


    ¡ª ¡°Can I ask you something?¡± ¡ª he started, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips.


    She turned to face him, her eyes shining with anticipation. ¡ª ¡°Of course, you can ask me anything.¡±


    ¡ª ¡°You still haven¡¯t told me your name. What is it?¡± ¡ª Hitory asked, watching her features as they walked.


    The girl paused for a moment, as if only now realizing how much she had already shared with him without ever mentioning her name. Her face flushed slightly as she answered:


    ¡ª ¡°My name is Tekime¡­ but you can call me IE,¡± ¡ª she said, embarrassment evident in her voice.


    After a brief pause, she returned the question: ¡ª ¡°And yours? What¡¯s your name?¡±


    ¡ª ¡°My name is Hitory. I¡¯m just a 16-year-old boy,¡± ¡ª he answered simply, though his tone carried a hint of pride.


    Tekime murmured something inaudible, but he managed to catch the words: ¡ª ¡°Sixteen? Sixteen?!¡±


    Hitory noticed the look of astonishment on her face and raised an eyebrow. ¡ª ¡°How old are you?¡± ¡ª he asked, curious.


    She hesitated before answering, still somewhat shy: ¡ª ¡°I¡­ I just turned 18 a week ago.¡±


    ¡ª ¡°Wow, already 18?¡± ¡ª Hitory commented, surprised.


    Tekime¡¯s soft laughter echoed through the hallway, filling the air with a lightheartedness they both needed.


    End of Episode 6 ¨C ¡°Bonds Under the Moon¡±

 CAP. I | EP 7: The First Promise

    <h4>Breakfast</h4>


    The kitchen was bathed in the golden light of dawn. Sunrays streamed through the windows, casting dancing shadows across the table, which was filled with freshly baked bread, ripe fruits, cheese, and warm drinks. Elyndra, ever poised, observed as Hitory and Tekime entered the room. He looked visibly exhausted, while she helped him walk, her hand firmly supporting his arm.


    Seated at the table, the trio shared a quiet meal. Elyndra, always attentive, watched the dynamic between the two young ones. There was something special between them¡ªnew, yet undeniably deep.


    As Hitory reached for a piece of bread, Tekime stared at the food on the table but made no move to serve herself. It was as if she was battling an invisible barrier, hesitating over something as simple as a meal.


    Sensing her discomfort, Hitory acted without thinking. He took a piece of bread and gently, yet firmly, brought it toward her lips.


    ¡ª "At least eat a little, will you?" ¡ª he said in a reassuring tone.


    Tekime''s eyes widened in surprise. The unexpected gesture caught her off guard, and her cheeks quickly turned a shade of red.


    ¡ª "O-Okay... but just a little," ¡ª she responded, her voice carrying a timid yet genuine shyness.


    She took a small, hesitant bite of the bread he held. For a brief moment, her delicate fingers brushed against Hitory¡¯s, creating a silent connection. Hitory smiled, satisfied to see her eat.


    Elyndra hid a small smile at the scene. But the lighthearted moment was soon interrupted by her usual curiosity.


    ¡ª "What¡¯s going on with you two?" ¡ª Elyndra asked, raising an eyebrow. ¡ª "Since when do you know each other?"


    Hitory and Tekime exchanged a knowing glance before responding in unison:


    ¡ª "Since that day."


    Elyndra leaned forward slightly, intrigued, but chose not to press further. When they finished their meal, Tekime turned to Hitory with a gentle smile.


    ¡ª "Shall we get some fresh air?" ¡ª she suggested.


    He nodded, and together they stepped outside. Elyndra followed, but before they could wander too far, she issued a warning:


    ¡ª "Oh, and if you see an ethereal butterfly, one whose wings shift between blue and gold, surrounded by a faint magical mist¡­ do not touch it, much less try to catch or harm it."


    Hitory and Tekime exchanged puzzled looks.


    ¡ª "Why?" ¡ª Hitory asked.


    ¡ª "Because that butterfly is my familiar," ¡ª Elyndra explained, her voice soft but firm. ¡ª "Her name is Nytheria, and we are bound by a magical pact. She doesn¡¯t like being disturbed¡­ and can be a little temperamental."


    Hitory frowned, intrigued.


    ¡ª "So familiars actually exist¡­" ¡ª he mused. ¡ª "I¡¯ve only read about them in books and heard a few stories, but I¡¯ve never seen one for real."


    Elyndra smirked slightly, crossing her arms.


    ¡ª "Now you have. And maybe one day, you¡¯ll have one too. But be careful what you wish for¡­ the bond with a familiar is as powerful as it is dangerous."


    <h4>Under the Cherry Blossom Tree</h4>


    Outside, the crisp scent of the fields mixed with the fragrance of blooming flowers. Still visibly tired, Hitory let his gaze wander across the landscape until he spotted a majestic cherry blossom tree atop a nearby hill.


    ¡ª "Look at that¡­" ¡ª he said, pointing at the tree. ¡ª "Shall we go there?"


    ¡ª "Of course, let¡¯s go!" ¡ª Tekime replied excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.


    The climb up the hill was slow, especially for Hitory, who was still recovering from his wounds. When they finally reached the shade of the cherry tree, he collapsed onto the ground, breathless. Tekime, worried, knelt beside him.


    ¡ª "Are you okay?" ¡ª she asked.


    ¡ª "Just tired¡­" ¡ª he responded with a weary smile.


    Tekime hesitated for a moment before suggesting something unexpected.


    ¡ª "Lie down on my lap. You need to rest."


    Hitory was taken aback by the offer but eventually accepted. He carefully rested his head on her lap, feeling the softness of her legs as a makeshift pillow. The world around them seemed to quiet as her fingers gently ran through his hair.


    <h4>A Promise Revealed</h4>


    The silence was broken by Tekime, who observed him with curiosity.


    ¡ª "What were you doing there that day?" ¡ª she asked. ¡ª "And why did you help me?"


    Hitory opened his eyes, staring at the clouds above.


    ¡ª "I¡¯m on a journey to the capital of Valonia," ¡ª he answered. After a brief pause, he added, ¡ª "As for helping you¡­ I once made a promise to someone. I swore to be her guardian. But until I¡¯m strong enough to protect her, I will protect whoever I can."


    There was a clear weight in his words. Tekime¡¯s eyes filled with tears, and her voice wavered.


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    ¡ª "But what you did was suicidal¡­"


    He closed his eyes again and smiled faintly.


    ¡ª "Just imagining what those three could have done to you¡­ I wouldn¡¯t have been able to sleep peacefully."


    Tekime averted her gaze to the sky, clasping her hands together in silent gratitude.


    ¡ª "Thank you so much¡­ you kept your promise," ¡ª she murmured as tears slid down her cheeks.


    Hitory opened his eyes and watched her, curious.


    ¡ª "Who are you talking to?" ¡ª he asked.


    Tekime quickly wiped her tears and replied with a shy smile.


    ¡ª "It¡¯s nothing¡­"


    Hitory sat up, pulled a small handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped her face.


    ¡ª "Let¡¯s go," ¡ª he said, holding Tekime¡¯s hand. ¡ª "I need to talk to Elyndra."


    <h4>Secrets in the Library</h4>


    Back at the house, Hitory got straight to the point when he found Elyndra.


    ¡ª "Do you know any ruins with ancient inscriptions? Or what ¡®Vessel¡¯ means?" ¡ª he asked, his voice filled with urgency and curiosity. ¡ª "And what about a black tree with golden veins?"


    Elyndra crossed her arms, thoughtful. She seemed to carefully evaluate the question before answering, her gaze focused on Hitory as if she knew he wouldn¡¯t ask such things without a reason.


    ¡ª ¡°Alright, I can answer some of those questions,¡± ¡ª Elyndra said, her expression intrigued. She now seemed more pensive, as if weighing her words before continuing. ¡ª ¡°Come, let''s go to my library.¡±


    She stood up, but before she could fully rise, Hitory felt Tekime pulling his arm¡ªor rather, she wasn¡¯t actively pulling him, but had dozed off while holding onto his arm with a delicate grip. She was lying down, yet she didn¡¯t seem to want to let go, even in deep sleep.


    Hitory looked at the mage, his smile carrying a hint of concern.


    ¡ª ¡°I¡¯ll take her to the room.¡±


    Elyndra nodded, watching with a perceptive gaze, as if she already knew what was coming.


    ¡ª ¡°Of course, she seems completely exhausted.¡±


    Even with his left arm far from fully healed, Hitory carefully lifted Tekime, feeling the softness of her body against his. As he followed the path to her room, he noticed her fragility. Each step felt heavier due to the pain in his arm, but he ignored it, feeling that it was nothing compared to the weight Tekime seemed to carry. Upon reaching the room¡¯s door, he opened it slowly, feeling the coolness of the space and the lightness of the peaceful atmosphere. With extreme care, he laid her down on the bed, adjusting a blanket over her, not wanting to wake her. Silence filled the room, and he stood there for a few seconds, observing her serene, almost vulnerable face.


    As he turned to leave, he found Elyndra leaning against the doorway, looking at him with a calm yet scrutinizing gaze. She didn¡¯t seem surprised, but her expression carried a subtle curiosity.


    ¡ª ¡°You two really have no relationship?¡± ¡ª Elyndra asked, her voice soft but laced with sharp intuition.


    Hitory shifted his gaze to Tekime, feeling sudden warmth rise to his face. He hesitated for a moment, feeling discomfort growing inside him.


    ¡ª ¡°No, we don¡¯t¡­ but¡­¡± ¡ª He swallowed hard, trying to organize his thoughts. ¡ª ¡°I feel like there¡¯s some kind of connection between us.¡±


    Elyndra observed him for a moment, her expression unreadable, but something in her gaze seemed to understand more than he wanted to admit. However, Hitory quickly moved on, ignoring the silent reading the mage was doing of him.


    They walked toward the library, and the magical lights automatically flickered on when Elyndra entered. The space seemed to warm up, illuminated by a soft and welcoming glow that contrasted with the darkness outside.


    ¡ª ¡°You can sit,¡± ¡ª Elyndra said in a slightly more serious tone. She gestured toward a chair next to an aged wooden table.


    Hitory sat down, swallowing hard. He felt a growing weight¡ªnot just from the questions he had asked but from the answers he feared hearing.


    ¡ª ¡°Ruins? Hm, yes, I¡¯ve heard of some... but nearly all of them have been taken by the Nobles,¡± ¡ª Elyndra said with bitterness in her voice, as if it were a constant frustration to her. ¡ª ¡°Most of the ancient ruins have been plundered or destroyed, many beyond access.¡±


    Hitory paid close attention to every word, absorbing the information, though he felt he couldn¡¯t fully process it.


    ¡ª ¡°¡®Receptacle¡¯... it carries a rather ominous meaning, whether one wants it to or not. It can mean anything from a bearer of a blessing, a curse, or even an unimaginable power,¡± ¡ª Elyndra continued, her gaze grave but also tinged with subtle concern.


    ¡ª ¡°It¡¯s not something one should seek lightly.¡±


    Hitory didn¡¯t know what to think. The idea of a curse or an uncontrollable power unsettled him. His fingers tightened around the chair, trying to focus.


    ¡ª ¡°And this tree¡­¡± ¡ª he began, his voice lower now, as if fearing the answer. ¡ª ¡°I¡¯ve heard about it, but no one seems to know much. They say it has golden veins, but... no one has found it, and there are no records of it.¡±


    Elyndra paused, her gaze distant, as if absorbing everything he had just said.


    ¡ª ¡°I¡¯ve heard some rumors about it¡­ but so far, it''s just a story. Nothing concrete has ever been found or recorded about the tree. It¡¯s only a legend.¡±


    Hitory was visibly exhausted by all the information he had just received. His shoulders slumped under the weight of the revelations, too much to process at once. Without another word, he stood up from the chair and, with a nod toward Elyndra, thanked her. He only wanted to go to his room, where he could try to process everything he had just learned.


    An Unusual Night


    Hitory arrived at the room and found Tekime still sleeping deeply. The bed was neatly arranged with a blanket over her, and she looked peaceful, showing no signs of distress. Feeling exhausted and lost in his own thoughts, Hitory took off his shirt, leaving only his shorts. He lay down beside Tekime, trying to relax and let his body rest. But as the night progressed, the exhaustion of both his body and mind led him into a deep sleep.


    After some time, Hitory felt something unexpected. His arm was squeezed with a soft yet firm grip. He woke up with a start, opening his eyes quickly. Tekime was naked, hugging him in her sleep. The unexpected contact made his heart race. He jolted upright, startled.


    ¡ª ¡°What are you doing?!¡± ¡ª he asked, trying to look away while feeling the discomfort of not knowing how to handle the situation.


    Tekime, her eyes still glistening with tears, looked at him with an embarrassed gaze. She seemed genuinely frightened as well, but at the same time, her words carried immense vulnerability.


    ¡ª ¡°You¡¯re not going to leave me, right?¡± ¡ª she said, her eyes filled with tears. Her voice trembled slightly, as if she feared the answer.


    Hitory felt a tightness in his chest at the sight of the pain on her face. He sat beside her on the bed, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to reassure her.


    ¡ª ¡°No. As long as I can, I will always help you,¡± ¡ª he said, a soft and comforting smile appearing on his face. It was a silent promise¡ªa guarantee that she wasn¡¯t alone despite everything.


    Tekime wiped her tears away with her hand and, with a small smile, gestured for him to lie down again.


    ¡ª ¡°Come, rest, Hitory.¡±


    Hitory, still feeling uncomfortable with the situation, lay down once more. Tekime, though still holding onto him, seemed more at ease. He tried to ignore the awkwardness of the moment and focus on resting beside her.


    A New Day, A New Mystery


    The next morning, Hitory woke up with Tekime lying on top of him. Her weight was gentle, but he still felt uneasy with her being naked. Not wanting to wake her, he carefully got up, trying not to make a sound. He headed to the kitchen, where he found Elyndra preparing breakfast.


    ¡ª ¡°You¡¯re up early today,¡± ¡ª Elyndra commented, skillfully stirring a magical kettle.


    ¡ª ¡°Yeah¡­¡± ¡ª Hitory responded, his voice somewhat distant. His gaze was fixed on his own arm, which still felt strange.


    Elyndra turned to him, and her eyes instantly locked onto his arm.


    ¡ª ¡°Your... arm¡­¡± ¡ª she murmured, surprised. The unease in her tone was evident, but she asked no further questions, simply watching Hitory with growing intensity.


    Hitory let out a quiet sigh, staring at his arm, feeling an unsettling and disturbing sensation creeping through his body.


    End of EP 7 ¨C "The First Promise"

 CAP. I | EP 8: Arcane Resonance

    Healing


    ¡ª "It... it''s healed, but how is this possible?" ¡ª Hitory asked, confused, as his eyes lifted to meet Elyndra¡¯s.


    Elyndra stared at him with an intrigued expression, her narrowed eyes reflecting skeptical curiosity.


    ¡ª "Only absolute magic or a ritual could do this," ¡ª she replied thoughtfully. Her lips pressed together slightly, revealing her concern.


    ¡ª "But I don¡¯t know anyone with such power."


    Before Hitory could process her response, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor. Tekime came running, still wearing only Hitory¡¯s shirt and her undergarments, her hair disheveled and tears streaming down her face. Her expression was a mix of joy and irritation. She seemed completely unaware of her own state.


    ¡ª "Why didn¡¯t you call me, Hitory?" ¡ª she said, her voice choked with emotion. Her eyes sparkled even more, now overflowing with tears.


    Hitory, caught off guard by the sudden outburst of emotions, took a step forward, confused.


    ¡ª "What¡¯s wrong, Tekime?" ¡ª he asked gently, his voice filled with sincere concern.


    Tekime covered her face with her hands and sobbed loudly, trying to speak between hiccups.


    ¡ª "I thought you had left me," ¡ª she said, her voice breaking under the overwhelming emotions.


    Hitory¡¯s eyes softened, and he didn¡¯t hesitate. He stepped forward and pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her gently against his chest. He felt her trembling body as she cried and spoke in a reassuring tone:


    ¡ª "What did I promise you yesterday?" ¡ª he asked, his voice calm and filled with warmth.


    Tekime lifted her face, now showing a fragile smile between her tears. But then her eyes were drawn to Hitory¡¯s arm. She widened her eyes upon noticing something unexpected.


    ¡ª "What? Your arm... it¡¯s completely healed?" ¡ª she exclaimed, the surprise evident in her tone. Her tears momentarily stopped as she stared at his arm as if witnessing a miracle.


    Elyndra, with a serious expression, observed Tekime and Hitory, her gaze unsettling as she analyzed them.


    Uncomfortable Interaction


    ¡ª "You two slept together, didn¡¯t you?" ¡ª she questioned, her gaze a mix of seriousness and a hint of suspicion, her light eyes piercing through their interaction.


    Hitory, completely embarrassed, stepped back slightly, avoiding the mage¡¯s eyes. His face flushed from a light red to a darker shade, a clear sign of his shame. He stammered, trying to hide his confusion:


    ¡ª "Yes, but we didn¡¯t do anything..."


    The sense of guilt was evident, as if he was trying to justify something that wasn¡¯t actually wrong.


    Elyndra continued, shifting her gaze to Tekime, and her next question carried the same intensity.


    ¡ª "Do you know how to use magic, Tekime?" ¡ª she observed carefully, as if searching for more than just a simple answer.


    Tekime, visibly flustered by the shift in conversation, didn¡¯t know how to react. She blinked, trying to comprehend before replying simply:


    ¡ª "No, I was never taught..." ¡ª her voice was uncertain, lacking her usual confidence.


    Elyndra watched her for a moment, as if pondering their words and actions, before silently turning away and heading to her study with a thoughtful expression.


    Tension in the Room


    In the room, Hitory and Tekime exchanged awkward glances before heading to the bathroom, where the young woman went to change. The soft morning light filtered through the window, illuminating the scene in a peaceful glow. When Tekime came out, still flustered, she asked, trying to understand what had really happened:


    ¡ª "Why do you think Elyndra asked those questions?"


    Hitory, with a smile, replied:


    ¡ª "No idea... maybe it has something to do with my arm being healed."


    His expression was doubtful but also curious. He looked at Tekime, his eyes shining with uncertainty.


    Tekime, trying to hide her own embarrassment, replied quickly:


    ¡ª "Maybe... but when she asked the first question, you turned completely red."


    She let out a nervous laugh, which didn¡¯t do much to ease the tense atmosphere between them.


    Hitory, still smiling, shrugged and joked, though there was a hint of seriousness in his tone:


    ¡ª "Of course... you¡¯re not helping either. You ran out of the room wearing only my shirt."


    His voice was soft, but there was humor in it, giving the tension between them a lighter tone, though not completely dissipating it.


    Tekime turned her face away, utterly embarrassed, trying to change the subject:


    ¡ª "Alright, alright, that doesn¡¯t matter now, but I still don¡¯t get why she asked if I could use magic."


    Unveiling Mysteries


    Meanwhile, in her study, Elyndra flipped through her ancient books, a concentrated expression on her face. The room was filled with soft light filtering through the window, and the sound of turning pages was the only noise in the air. Elyndra focused on the reading of the tomes, her fingers gliding over the words as she reflected on what she had just discovered.


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    ¡ª "Healing magic..." ¡ª she murmured to herself, her gaze sharp and attentive.


    Frustration grew as she read about magic that required the use of mana¡ªsomething that Hitory¡¯s body apparently could not accept. Elyndra let out a small sigh and muttered to herself:


    ¡ª "It¡¯s useless... none of this helps."


    She dropped the book with an expression of dissatisfaction. What intrigued her now was a specific book she found after searching through several shelves, its title catching her attention: ¡°Blessing of Aether: The Sacrifice of a Pure Soul.¡±


    Elyndra began reading more carefully, her eyes narrowing as she absorbed the words of the text.


    Elyndra¡¯s Revelations


    The story of Elara and the sacrifice of the Blessing of Aether unfolded like an enigma. Elyndra felt a slight unease as she read, understanding that the burden of this magic could have far greater implications than she had imagined.


    ¡°Blessing of Aether: The Sacrifice of a Pure Soul¡±


    In the forgotten legends of Val?nia, it is told of an ancient ritual called the Blessing of Aether, a gift granted by the Goddess Lunaria, guardian of the balance between life and death. The magic was a rare blessing, given only to women of pure souls, whose hearts were free from resentment, greed, or selfish ambition.


    The Goddess¡¯s Gift


    Lunaria was worshiped as the Goddess of renewal, an entity who watched over souls in transition. It was said that in times of great need, she would choose a single worthy woman to bear the burden of her blessing. This magic was more than just a gift; it was an act of sacrifice. By using the Blessing of Aether, the bearer would channel her life energy to heal those on the brink of death. Direct contact between her body and the injured person was necessary, creating a bond between the healer¡¯s soul and that of the one she was saving.


    The ritual not only restored physical wounds but also removed curses and illnesses that corroded a person¡¯s soul. However, the price was steep. Each time the Blessing of Aether was invoked, a part of the bearer¡¯s energy was drained. This sacrifice left her weaker with every use, as if a fraction of her own life was offered in exchange for the healing she granted. While she could recover over time, continuous use could be fatal, making each decision a delicate balance between saving a life and preserving her own.


    The Story of the First Bearer


    In a small village surrounded by mountains, there lived Elara, a young woman with a kind heart. Since childhood, she had been known for her compassion, tirelessly caring for the sick and wounded. Her simple life changed one full moon night when a dream guided her to a shimmering lake deep within the forest.


    There, under the moon¡¯s silver light, Lunaria appeared before her. The goddess, enveloped in an aura of light and serenity, spoke with a voice that seemed to echo through the stars.


    ¡°Daughter of a pure soul, the world calls for your selfless heart. Bear the Blessing of Aether and be the cure where there is pain. But remember, every life you save will be a piece of your own existence offered in return.¡±


    Without hesitation, Elara accepted the burden. Lunaria touched her chest, leaving a silver mark that briefly glowed before vanishing¡ªa sign that the magic was now part of her.


    The Sacrifice


    The first time Elara used the Blessing of Aether was to save a gravely injured child during a bandit raid on the village. As she held the girl in her arms, she felt energy flow from her body. A bluish light enveloped them both, and the child¡¯s wounds began to close as if time itself was reversing. When the healing was complete, Elara collapsed, exhausted, feeling as if a part of her had disappeared.


    In the following months, Elara became a symbol of hope. Wounded warriors, the terminally ill, and even the cursed sought her aid. Each healing was an act of love¡ªbut also of loss. Her hair began to turn white, and her once-radiant skin showed signs of premature aging. Yet, she never hesitated.


    The Legacy of the Blessing


    Elara knew her life was nearing its end when she saved the son of a general who, in gratitude, vowed to protect the village. As the last blue light faded, she fell, but with a smile on her lips. Her final moments were peaceful, knowing she had fulfilled her purpose.


    It is said that the silver mark on her chest shone one last time before disappearing and that Lunaria took her soul to the heavens as a star, where she would watch over the world as a guardian.


    Today, the Blessing of Aether is still revered in chants and prayers, reminding everyone that the greatest power does not come from strength or destructive magic, but from the purity of a heart willing to sacrifice everything for the good of others.


    The Discovery


    Deep in thought, Elyndra begins to connect the pieces. She sighs and murmurs:


    ¡ª "How did I not realize this before... Flame of ¨¦dros... ¡®The Mark of the Demon¡¯..."


    Her expression darkens, and doubt grows within her.


    ¡ª "But it¡¯s impossible that these two souls have crossed paths."


    She reflects but decides it¡¯s best not to say anything to Hitory and Tekime just yet. For now, she wants to conduct a test. Elyndra picks up a book of ancient prayers, her fingers reverently touching the yellowed pages. She searches for the Prayer to the Goddess Lunaria and to ¨¦dros, her gaze determined, as if seeking a key to unlocking the mysteries surrounding her.


    Elyndra approaches the room where Tekime rests on the bed, and Hitory stands on the balcony, enjoying the fresh morning breeze. She watches them both in silence for a moment before stepping forward and speaking in a more authoritative tone.


    ¡ª "Hitory, come here. I need both of you to sit on the bed."


    Her voice is calm but firm, conveying the importance of what is about to happen.


    Still confused, Hitory follows Elyndra¡¯s instructions and sits, waiting for further explanation. Tension lingers in the air, but Elyndra¡¯s presence seems to guide the situation with the composure of someone who knows exactly what they are doing.


    ¡ª "Now, I want you both to remove your upper garments."


    Her voice, now more serious, resonates through the room. Though both exchange glances, neither questions her request. Hitory, his face already flushed, looks away, avoiding direct eye contact with Tekime, his mind swirling in confusion and embarrassment.


    End of Episode 8 - "Arcane Resonance"

 CAP. I | EP 9: In the Name of the Gods

    The room was immersed in absolute silence, but the weight in the air made the atmosphere feel heavy, as if an invisible, almost oppressive presence lingered. The candles, which once flickered softly, now trembled weakly, casting distorted shadows that danced along the walls. The sound of everyone¡¯s breathing became sharp and reverberant, a reflection of the tension that filled every corner of that space. The frantic beating of their hearts spread like an incurable disease.


    Elyndra, her gaze fixed on the faintly glowing mark on Tekime¡¯s chest, stepped forward with unyielding seriousness. She knew she was dealing with something beyond what any human or divine magic could comprehend. The mark, pulsing with a silent energy, seemed almost alive. Elyndra hesitated, the weight of a terrible fate hanging over her.


    ¡ª ¡°May I touch here?¡± ¡ª Elyndra¡¯s voice echoed softly yet clearly, breaking the silence around them.


    Tekime, confused and restless, simply nodded. A shiver ran down her spine as Elyndra¡¯s hands met her skin. The sensation was indescribable, like an electric current rushing through her body, making her tremble. Elyndra closed her eyes, feeling the energy of the mark as she began to chant a prayer, her voice soft but carrying a weight that seemed to pull at the very soul of those who listened.


    ¡ª ¡°Oh Lunaria, Lady of the Moon and Souls,


    In your serene light, we find comfort and strength¡­¡±


    As she recited, the glow of Tekime¡¯s mark intensified, becoming a blinding silver flame. Elyndra, eyes widened, watched with both fascination and apprehension as something began to manifest. Behind Tekime, an ethereal figure slowly took shape. It was a woman with long silver hair, wrapped in a mantle of light so intense that it seemed to consume the very reality around her. The presence of Lunaria was there, both as a reflection and a silent threat.


    ¡ª ¡°I¡¯ve found an answer¡­¡± ¡ª Elyndra murmured, her voice now filled with reverence, yet tinged with a dark skepticism. She pulled back from Tekime, adjusting her clothes almost mechanically, before turning toward Hitory.


    ¡ª ¡°May I touch your scar?¡± ¡ª Elyndra asked, curiosity mixed with apprehension.


    Hitory, visibly tense, swallowed hard. Elyndra¡¯s question echoed distantly in his mind, sounding both like an offer and a warning. He knew that by granting permission, he was surrendering himself to the unknown.


    ¡ª ¡°Go ahead¡­¡± ¡ª his voice was barely above a whisper, more to himself than to Elyndra.


    With artificial calm, Elyndra reached out to touch the scar that ran across Hitory¡¯s chest. The moment her fingers made contact with his skin, a shiver ran through both of them. The air around them shifted, as if the very room was transforming into something else. The candles were snuffed out abruptly, and the windows and doors slammed shut with a thunderous crash that echoed through the entire house. A suffocating weight settled in the air, and the temperature plummeted. Hitory¡¯s breathing became the only audible sound, heavy and unsteady.


    ¡ª ¡°Alright¡­¡± ¡ª Elyndra murmured, her voice growing lower, more distant, as if she were losing her connection to reality.


    Tekime, sitting in the corner of the room, watched the scene with wide eyes, a growing terror overtaking her. She felt as if she were being watched by something far greater and older than any known magic¡ªsomething surrounding them, judging them. Something that did not belong to this world.


    Elyndra, without breaking eye contact with Hitory, began to chant a dark prayer, heavy with a force that seemed to overflow beyond the limits of life and death.


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    ¡ª ¡°Oh ¨¦dros, Being of Shadows and Strength,


    You who exist beyond the limits of magic¡­¡±


    Each word tore through the air with an overwhelming force. Hitory, who had remained still until now, slowly turned his gaze toward the ceiling, his eyes empty, lost in a distant dimension. Then, a horrifying transformation began.


    Hitory¡¯s eyes, once deep and vacant, started to fill with blood. The thick, dark liquid flowed like an uncontrollable torrent, flooding his face and dripping onto the floor with an unstoppable force. His scar widened rapidly, splitting apart as if his very flesh were being ripped open. From the depths of the wound, more blood poured, forming an ever-growing pool beneath him.


    ¡ª ¡°Someone¡­ someone, help me¡­¡± ¡ª Hitory¡¯s voice came out weak, barely audible, like a desperate cry smothered by his own agony.


    Elyndra and Tekime remained frozen, unable to react. The blood continued to flow endlessly, and then, the figure of ¨¦dros, the Demon Lord of Sins, appeared before them. His presence was crushing¡ªa force so dense and purely malevolent that it seemed to devour the very light around him. He materialized slowly, a towering figure wrapped in pulsating shadows, his crimson eyes burning like flames that reflected the horrors of the abyss.


    ¨¦dros¡¯ laughter echoed through the room¡ªlow, guttural, a sound that cut through the soul. The two women collapsed to their knees, their strength evaporating under the sheer magnitude of the entity standing before them. Tekime, in absolute panic, lost control of her body. Her nails scraped against the floor, leaving marks as her body trembled, utterly consumed by despair.


    Elyndra, though struggling to maintain her composure, felt the unbearable weight of ¨¦dros¡¯ presence, as if her very soul was being torn apart just by standing before him.


    Hitory, his expression vacant and unfocused, slowly turned his gaze to ¨¦dros. His breathing grew ragged, as though he were suffocating under an invisible force. The blood still poured from his open wound, but he no longer seemed to notice it uncontrollably, the sensation of terror paralyzed her completely. Her eyes were fixed on what Hitory carried within him, on the force of darkness that now dominated the room.


    Voices began to echo throughout the space¡ªwhispers of lost souls, desperately begging to be saved. The words were distorted, incomprehensible, yet they carried a plea for help that cut deep into Elyndra and Tekime¡¯s hearts. ¡°Help me! Help me!¡± they screamed, but ¨¦dros'' voice drowned out everything.


    When the entity vanished into the shadows, the room fell into absolute silence. Hitory, exhausted and consumed by suffering, collapsed onto the floor. Inexplicably, the blood began to disappear as if it had never existed, and the candles reignited, casting a flickering glow over the now desolate chamber.


    Elyndra, her face pale and eyes wide with shock, quickly stood up without hesitation. She took Hitory into her arms and carried him to her table, knocking over books and scattered papers. As she laid him down, something even more horrifying caught her attention.


    The scar on his chest had transformed into a cursed mark¡ªa grotesque mutation. The crack in his flesh oozed a dark, viscous substance, something eerily similar to ¡°Aether¡¯s Blood,¡± consuming him from within.


    Elyndra stared at the mark, horrified. ¡°What have I done¡­ What have I done¡­¡± she whispered, her voice filled with guilt. Her heart pounded wildly as she felt the crushing weight of the choice she had made. She knew she had pushed Hitory to the brink, and if he died, she would never forgive herself.


    With the strength of desperation, Elyndra gathered all the mana she could control, concentrating it into a sphere of pure energy around her. Without a second thought, she pressed her hand against Hitory¡¯s chest, invoking a power she herself did not fully understand.


    A burst of pure, blinding light filled the room. Elyndra was thrown backward, her body battered by the overwhelming force of the unleashed magic. When the light finally faded, she slowly pushed herself up, exhausted, her body in ruins.


    The mark on Hitory¡¯s chest was intact once more, as if nothing had happened. But as she looked at him, Elyndra knew something had changed. Something dark and irreversible.


    She carried him back to his room, laying him carefully on the bed. Searching for Tekime, she found nothing. The bathroom door was locked, and a growing unease seized Elyndra.


    Something was wrong.


    What would happen now? What fate awaited them both, now that they had touched the limits of magic, of life, and death? A new terror loomed over them¡ªdarker and more unfathomable than anything they had ever faced.


    Nothing would ever be the same again.


    End of EP 9: "In the Name of the Gods"

 CAP. I | EP 10: The Judgment of Shadows

    A New Beginning


    The night was dense, wrapped in a silence that seemed to weigh upon the shoulders of anyone who felt it. After the incident, Elyndra carried Hitory back to the room. His body was motionless, as if every part of his essence had been drained by the flame that had consumed him. She carefully laid him on the bed, his chest rising and falling irregularly. Her eyes rested on the grotesque scar, now pulsating as if it had a life of its own.


    Without a word, she glanced around, searching for Tekime. There was no sign of the girl in the room, but then, just as Elyndra was about to leave, she heard the sudden sound of a door locking. Her eyes shifted toward the bathroom, where the muffled sound of hesitant footsteps could be heard. Elyndra hesitated, her instincts screaming that something was wrong, but she decided not to force the issue.


    With a heavy sigh, she left the room, closing the door behind her.


    A Week of Shadows


    The days that followed felt like a living nightmare. The house was shrouded in an oppressive aura, as if the walls themselves whispered dark secrets. Tekime, once full of life, was now only a shadow of her former self. Sitting in the corner of the room, her knees drawn to her chest and her head lowered, she remained motionless for hours, as if time around her had stopped.


    At first, Elyndra tried to bring her back to life. She prepared simple yet nourishing meals, leaving them beside Tekime with gentle words of encouragement. Tekime finally gave in once, taking the plate with trembling hands. Elyndra watched from afar, hopeful¡ªuntil she heard Tekime running to the bathroom right after eating.


    The sounds of vomiting echoed through the house, followed by muffled sobs that tore at Elyndra¡¯s heart. From that moment on, Tekime didn¡¯t even try again. Her once vibrant skin was now pale as wax, her eyes hollow and filled with emptiness. She barely seemed alive, rising only to mechanically walk to the bathroom, like a marionette controlled by invisible strings.


    Hitory, on the other hand, was in no better condition. Though he still breathed, his appearance worsened with each passing day. His scar glowed faintly with an unsettling hue, and his skin had taken on an ashen tone. Elyndra knew she had to act, but the weight of her own choices kept her frozen.


    Surrendering to Sleep


    That night, the full moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale light through the half-open window. The cold seeped into every corner, wrapping around Tekime as she remained curled on the floor. Her eyes were closed, yet her mind refused to rest.


    At last, exhaustion overtook her. Her frail body gave in, and she dozed off, still sitting in the corner of the room. Tekime¡¯s uneven breathing softened, and as she drifted into deep sleep, the darkness around her seemed to swallow her mind, pulling her into another place¡ªa place where she would find answers¡­ and a new fate.


    T-The Dream


    Tekime felt weightless, floating in an infinite space. The sky around her was filled with a silver light, soft and gentle, like the glow of a full moon on a cloudless night. She didn¡¯t know whether she was awake or dreaming, but the scenery was so vivid that every detail felt real.


    Suddenly, a feminine silhouette began to emerge from the light. It was Lunaria, the Goddess of the Moon and Souls, her long silver hair flowing like silk in the nonexistent wind. Her eyes were like celestial orbs, deep and endless. The deity radiated an unnatural calm, but a subtle sorrow lingered in her expression, as if she carried the burden of ancient secrets.


    ¡ª ¡°Tekime¡­¡± ¡ª Lunaria called, her voice echoing softly in the silence, like a melody resonating from all directions. ¡ª ¡°You have come to me seeking answers, but I bring you more than that.¡±


    Tekime tried to speak, but no words came out. She could only gaze at the goddess, feeling vulnerable and exposed.


    Lunaria took a step forward, extending her hand toward Tekime. A circle of light formed around them, and images began to appear¡ªHitory, collapsed on the floor, his scar glowing with an ominous intensity. His red blood morphed into black flames that took shape, wrapping around him like living chains.


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    ¡ª ¡°He bears a burden that was never meant to be his,¡± ¡ª Lunaria said, her voice laced with melancholy. ¡ª ¡°¨¦dros, the Lord of Sins, exists within him. His pain and sacrifice are the reflection of the chaos that the world rejects.¡±


    Tekime¡¯s eyes widened, her heart pounding. She wanted to deny it, to say that Hitory was just Hitory¡ªbut deep down, she knew she couldn¡¯t.


    ¡ª ¡°What¡­ What should I do?¡± ¡ª she finally managed to whisper, her voice choked with fear.


    Lunaria tilted her head, her expression filled with a mix of compassion and resolve.


    ¡ª "Light and darkness coexist. Hitory is not just a guardian; he is the vessel for something greater. And you, Tekime, are the key to saving him... or destroying him."


    The goddess gently touched Tekime''s forehead, and the young woman felt a warmth spread through her body, as if a silver flame were being kindled within her.


    ¡ª "Love him. Protect him. Even when he cannot protect himself." Lunaria sighed, her words growing darker. ¡ª "But know this. Tekime, helping Hitory means helping ¨¦dros. For if he is consumed, the world will fall into darkness. Please save my beloved, for I can no longer help him."


    The images around them began to dissolve, and Lunaria started to fade into the light.


    ¡ª "Do not forget, my daughter... Love is both the cure and the curse. Choose wisely."


    Did I wake up?


    Tekime awoke from the dream with rapid breathing, her body covered in a cold sweat. The words of Goddess Lunaria still echoed in her mind, soft but relentless: "Help him. Restore what was lost. Do not let him sink into darkness."


    She looked at Hitory ¨C or ¨¦dros, as Lunaria had called him ¨C still lying in bed, motionless, as though the very weight of the world rested upon him. His breathing was uneven, and his skin, once healthy, now had a pale, sickly tone. Tekime felt a sharp pain in her heart seeing him like this.


    Without hesitation, she made a decision.


    With trembling hands, Tekime began to remove her clothes, piece by piece, until she was completely naked. It was not a gesture of shame or desperation, but one of purity and surrender. She knew she was connecting her own essence to his, offering herself as a conduit for the energy the Goddess had promised.


    She lay down beside Hitory, her naked body pressing against his cold skin. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him gently as though fearing she might break him. The warmth of her body seemed to begin warming his, creating a strange, almost spiritual sensation.


    When their skins touched, something extraordinary happened. A silver light began to emerge around them, soft and ethereal, growing like a living flame. Then, Tekime saw the veil of Goddess Lunaria appear, just as in the book Blessing of Aether.


    The veil floated in the air, translucent and filled with stars, as though made from the very fabric of the cosmos. It descended slowly, enveloping them in a celestial aura. The silver light pulsed gently, and Tekime felt a deep calm fill her.


    Suddenly, everything around them changed. For a moment, Tekime and Hitory were no longer in that room. Before their eyes, a vast field of flowers stretched as far as the eye could see. The wind blew gently, making the petals dance around them, and the sweet scent of the flowers filled the air. The sky above was a starry blanket, and the moonlight seemed to embrace the entire field.


    ¡ª "Lunaria..." Tekime whispered, closing her eyes as she felt a surge of energy flow through her body.


    The mark on Hitory''s chest began to glow, but this time, it was not the dark, oppressive energy that dominated it. It was a golden light, mixed with the silver of the veil, that seemed to purify and calm the corrupted essence that had resided there.


    Hitory began to move. His body trembled slightly, and his eyes slowly opened. They were no longer stained with blood-red, but still carried a strange gleam, a mix of humanity and something far beyond it.


    ¡ª "Tekime..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak, but filled with recognition.


    Tekime did not respond. She simply tightened her embrace, letting silent tears fall down her face. She knew this moment was more than human; it was divine.


    The vision of the field began to fade, like a dream slowly slipping away. Goddess Lunaria''s veil gradually disappeared, and when everything returned to normal, the room seemed brighter, as if a weight had been lifted.


    Tekime stayed by Hitory''s side, now feeling that, for the first time in a long while, there was hope.


    End of EP 10: "The Judgment of Shadows"


    Koqui''s


    Hey, everyone! This is Koqui, author of Echos of Silence. We''ve reached the end of the first season of this beloved novel. I want to sincerely thank everyone who has read and contributed to this journey!


    But it''s not over yet! The second season is on its way, and the first episode will be released on 03/02/2025. I''ll continue posting two episodes per week. I''m incredibly grateful for everyone''s support, and I hope we continue this adventure together. Thanks, guys!

 CAP. II | EP 11: The Journey Beyond the Veil

    Echoes of the Mist


    As the Veil dissipates, Lunaria appears before Hitory and Tekime, her presence radiating a soft yet commanding light. She gazes at them with deep, tranquil eyes, as if she already knows everything they are about to face.


    She steps toward Hitory and, with a calm and serene voice, speaks directly to him:


    ¡ª "Hitory, depending on your relationship with ¨¦dros, he will not cause harm. However, never let yourself be deceived. Now that he has been freed, he will appear in your dreams. Always stay alert. He will come, but do not let his presence consume you."


    Lunaria pauses for a moment, as if gathering the courage for her next words, then adds:


    ¡ª "Please, take care of him. Take care of my beloved. No matter what happens, I am certain he still carries something precious within him."


    With that, Lunaria gives a faint smile and slowly begins to fade into the mist, leaving behind a sense of urgency and responsibility. Hitory and Tekime remain silent, absorbing the weight of her words, now aware that something far greater than they had imagined is at play.


    After Lunaria¡¯s words, the world falls silent once more. Hitory and Tekime, still processing everything, eventually succumb to exhaustion and decide to rest. Elyndra¡¯s home, warm and safe, shelters them, yet Lunaria¡¯s enigmatic words continue to echo in their minds as they drift into sleep.


    The Weight of Dawn


    The next morning, Hitory wakes before Tekime. He slowly sits up, glancing to the side. Tekime is still asleep, but her expression is uneasy. Her face is pale, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she is fighting something even in her dreams.


    Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly rises. Before stepping outside, he stops by the kitchen, setting the table for breakfast¡ªplacing bread and tea using the ingredients left by Elyndra. A simple gesture, but the least he can do for her.


    Stepping outside, he takes a deep breath. The surroundings are peaceful, filled with the scent of Elyndra¡¯s flowers. Gripping his sword, he begins practicing precise movements, seeking to maintain his form and clear his mind.


    Meanwhile, Tekime wakes up shortly after, her body weak and her mind still trapped in the horrors of the past days. Her stomach aches with hunger, but the feeling has become almost familiar. Her body feels unbearably heavy, as if each movement demands an impossible effort. She slowly sits up, blinking a few times to adjust her blurred vision. The world seems clearer than she remembers, as if she is returning to reality after an endless nightmare.


    Noticing Hitory¡¯s absence, she drags herself to the window, leaning against the frame for support. Her eyes find his figure in the garden, focused on his movements. She tries to smile, but her lips are dry and cracked. Even so, a strange sense of relief washes over her at the sight of him¡ªsafe.


    With hesitant steps, Tekime moves toward the kitchen, where the scent of fresh bread and tea begins to fill the air. The aroma hits her like a punch, her stomach twisting, the memory of days without food making her falter for a moment. With an involuntary tremor, she grips the edge of the table, taking a deep breath. For the first time in a week, something in the air brings her comfort.


    Silver Shadows


    Elyndra wakes later than usual, the distant sounds of activity in the kitchen pulling her back to consciousness. As she rises and walks in, she finds Tekime already sitting at the table, her expression calm.


    For a moment, Elyndra stops at the entrance, surprised. Something is different. Her eyes scan Tekime, a mix of relief and concern settling in. The young woman is here, alive, but¡­ there¡¯s something about her that seems to have changed.


    ¡ª "Elyndra¡­ how long has it been?" ¡ª Her voice is hoarse and weak, as if unused for days.


    Before Elyndra can answer, she takes a step forward and, without hesitation, pulls her into a tight embrace. Tekime freezes for a moment, feeling the comforting warmth of the gesture. After everything she has been through, the simple sensation of human contact feels almost surreal.


    ¡ª "Are you okay?" ¡ª Elyndra asks, her voice heavy with concern.


    Tekime takes a moment to respond. Is she okay? Her mind says yes, but her body screams otherwise. Her stomach is empty, her muscles weak, and her head pounds. But still, she is alive.


    ¡ª "I¡­ think so¡­" ¡ª she answers softly.


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    Elyndra pulls back just enough to examine her more closely. Her eyes scan every detail until something catches her attention.


    ¡ª "Tekime¡­ what happened to you? Your hair¡­" ¡ª Elyndra¡¯s voice is gentle but filled with surprise.


    Tekime, confused, pauses and instinctively touches her own strands, noticing the silver reflection now dominating her hair. The subtle yet elegant change seems to echo Lunaria¡¯s words and the connection that had been established the previous night.


    ¡ª "I¡­ don¡¯t know. Maybe¡­ never mind. Since I woke up, I¡¯ve felt a little different, but I hadn¡¯t noticed this." ¡ª Tekime hesitates, as if unsure.


    Elyndra watches her closely, a mix of concern and fascination in her gaze.


    ¡ª "This isn¡¯t just a simple change. It¡¯s a sign. Something is awakening. Do you feel anything different besides this?"


    Tekime shakes her head, still uncertain, though the weight of Elyndra¡¯s words lingers in her mind. Elyndra slowly steps back, still surprised, but her thoughtful expression suggests she is trying to grasp the meaning behind it.


    ¡ª "And what about Hitory? Is he alright? Where is he?" ¡ª Elyndra asks, still intrigued by Tekime¡¯s transformed hair. Her voice carries both concern and curiosity.


    Tekime doesn¡¯t answer immediately. Her gaze drifts toward the window, and with a slight nod, she gestures outside. Elyndra follows her gaze and spots Hitory in the garden, executing precise movements with his sword. Each strike is measured, and the fluidity of his movements reveals the discipline behind his blade work.


    ¡ª "It seems like he doesn''t waste any time. That boy has determination." ¡ª Elyndra commented with a slight smile.


    Tekime observed for a moment, a faint glimmer in her eyes, before turning to Elyndra. Her voice was weak but carried a quiet confidence.


    ¡ª "Can you call him?"


    Elyndra nodded and walked to the window, opening it.


    ¡ª "Hitory! Come have breakfast before it gets cold."


    Hitory paused his training, taking a deep breath as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked up at Elyndra and nodded.


    ¡ª "I''m coming."


    Tekime closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the weight in her body, while Elyndra finished setting the table. Her strength was still far from returning completely.


    A short while later, Hitory entered the house, his firm footsteps echoing against the wooden floor. Without wasting time, he headed straight to the bathroom, quickly washing up to rid himself of the sweat from training.


    When he returned to the kitchen, he paused for a moment at the entrance, his eyes meeting Tekime¡¯s. She looked so fragile¡­ Her face was still pale, and though her eyes were alert, they carried the weight of exhaustion. Even so, there was something different about her, something he couldn¡¯t quite explain.


    ¡ª "Are you okay, ie?" ¡ª he asked, his voice softer than he had intended.


    ¡ª "Yes¡­" ¡ª Her response was almost a whisper. Tekime lifted her gaze and gave a small smile.


    Hitory sighed in relief. ¡ª "That¡¯s good."


    He approached and sat beside her. For a moment, they remained silent, simply feeling each other¡¯s presence. Then, without warning, Tekime leaned in and embraced him.


    Hitory froze, surprised, but it didn¡¯t take long for him to return the gesture. The warmth of that hug carried something beyond words¡ªa silent thank you, a need to confirm that they were still there, alive.


    With the table finally set, Elyndra ensured everything was in order before sitting down. The scent of fresh bread and herbal tea filled the air, bringing a rare comfort after so many difficult days.


    As they ate, the atmosphere was calm yet carried a sense of renewal. Between bites and exchanged glances, there was a silent understanding that this moment of peace was precious.


    When they finished, Elyndra looked around and, with a curious smile, asked:


    ¡ª "Who prepared breakfast?"


    Her gaze landed on Tekime, who simply smiled slightly and directed her eyes toward Hitory. Elyndra followed the gesture and raised an eyebrow, surprised.


    ¡ª "Hitory, was it you?" ¡ª she asked, crossing her arms.


    Hitory scratched the back of his neck, looking away. ¡ª "I just organized a little¡­"


    Elyndra smiled and nodded. ¡ª "Thank you."


    Hitory simply gave a subtle nod before standing up and adjusting his chair.


    ¡ª "Excuse me, I''ll continue my training."


    Tekime, still seated at the table, simply watched as he picked up his sword and stepped outside again. Elyndra also seemed intrigued by the boy¡¯s dedication but chose not to comment, allowing him to follow his own rhythm.


    The day passed quietly. Hitory dedicated himself intensely to training, alternating between sword strikes and movement exercises to improve his agility. His focus was so intense that he barely noticed the time passing.


    Meanwhile, Tekime stayed close, sitting under the shade of a tree in the garden. With a book on magic open in her lap, she read attentively, absorbing every detail. From time to time, she lifted her eyes to observe Hitory¡ªsometimes curious, sometimes thoughtful.


    At one point, she spoke aloud, almost to herself. ¡ª "He works so hard¡­ It¡¯s as if he''s carrying something much greater, perhaps the weight of his promise."


    Elyndra, who was nearby tending to some magical plants in the garden, simply smiled slightly upon hearing Tekime¡¯s words but chose not to interrupt the moment.


    The day continued like that, with Hitory and Tekime engaged in their own tasks but maintaining a silent, comfortable closeness, each preparing in their own way for the challenges ahead.


    As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Hitory and Tekime walked together to the cherry tree at the edge of the house. It was the same tree where they had been before, during an important moment in their lives. The petals fell gently, just like back then, wrapping the place in a nostalgic aura.


    Hitory, exhausted after a long day of training, sat down first, leaning against the tree trunk. Tekime, with a peaceful smile, settled beside him, and in a natural gesture, Hitory lay down, resting his head on her lap.


    For a moment, silence reigned between them, broken only by the soft sound of the breeze rustling through the branches. Tekime looked at him with a mix of affection and melancholy before finally speaking.


    ¡ª "Hitory¡­ do you remember that time we came here, and I said¡­ ''alone''?"


    Hitory opened his eyes, looking at her gently before replying. ¡ª "Yes, I remember. It was right here, under this cherry tree. I found it strange at the time, but I decided not to ask. Why?"


    End of EP 11: "The Journey Beyond the Veil."

 CAP. II | EP 12: Bleeding Memories

    Hitory opened his eyes, looking at her gently before answering.


    ¡ª "Yeah, I remember. Right here, under this cherry tree. It felt kinda weird at the time, but I didn¡¯t ask. Why?"


    Tekime lowered her gaze, as if gathering the courage to continue. After a moment, her voice came out calm, yet filled with emotion.


    ¡ª "That time¡­ I was thanking my father. Before he died, he told me that one day, he¡¯d bring someone... someone to help me and protect me. And, well¡­"


    She paused, softly running her fingers through Hitory¡¯s hair as he watched her in silence.


    ¡ª "I think he kept his promise. Because you''re here."


    Hitory stayed quiet for a moment, caught off guard, but then a genuine smile spread across his face. He closed his eyes again, feeling inexplicably connected to that moment and the weight of her words.


    ¡ª "If that¡¯s true, Tekime, then I¡¯ll honor his trust. I¡¯ll always be here for you."


    His words hung in the air, while the gentle breeze carried the cherry blossom petals around them. Night fell slowly, but the bond between them seemed to shine brighter than ever, making the memory of that tree even more special.


    After that moment under the cherry tree, Hitory and Tekime decided to head back home. The night air was cool, and the stars had begun to dot the sky, softly lighting their path. They walked side by side in silence, still lost in the meaning of the words they had just shared.


    When they arrived, the warm scent of food welcomed them, filling the place with a comforting atmosphere. Elyndra was in the kitchen, setting the table for dinner. She lifted her gaze for a moment, watching as the two walked in.


    Hitory looked tired, but his expression still carried a quiet determination. Tekime, on the other hand, seemed calm, almost radiant, despite her silver hair still being something that puzzled Elyndra.


    Without hiding her curiosity, Elyndra watched them for a few seconds before returning to what she was doing.


    ¡ª "How the hell do they keep going like that? After everything they¡¯ve been through, it¡¯s like nothing shakes them..."


    Even though she was impressed, Elyndra chose to keep her thoughts to herself. Maybe it wasn¡¯t the right time for questions or to try and figure out what made these two so damn resilient.


    Hitory and Tekime sat down at the table in silence. The meal was served, and the dishes were plentiful, reflecting the resources Elyndra still had at her disposal.


    ¡ª "Well, hope you guys are hungry. Looks like you had one hell of a day." ¡ª Elyndra said with a small smirk.


    Hitory and Tekime exchanged a brief glance before nodding, and soon, they all began eating, enjoying a rare moment of peace in the middle of the storm they knew was still coming.


    After dinner, Hitory and Tekime got up from the table, thanking Elyndra before heading toward their rooms. The hallway was quiet, dimly lit by a lone lantern hanging on the wall.


    As they walked side by side, Tekime hesitated for a moment before breaking the silence.


    ¡ª "Hitory¡­ can I ask you something?"


    He looked at her, curious, but with a small smile.


    ¡ª "Of course, Tekime. What is it?"


    She averted her gaze for a second, as if trying to muster up the courage to speak.


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    ¡ª "Can I sleep next to you tonight?"


    Hitory stopped in his tracks, momentarily surprised by the request. But when he looked at her, he saw something in her expression that made him understand. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe she just needed to feel safe after everything they¡¯d been through.


    He smiled gently and nodded.


    ¡ª "If it makes you feel better, of course you can."


    Tekime smiled back, relieved by his response.


    When they entered the room, Tekime immediately headed to the bathroom, needing a moment to herself after the intense day. Hitory, on the other hand, stepped onto the balcony, sitting on the edge as he gazed up at the starry sky. The soft sounds of the night filled the air as he reflected on everything that had happened in the past few days.


    As he watched the stars, his thoughts drifted to Lunaria¡¯s words and his connection to ¨¦dros. Hitory couldn¡¯t shake the doubts now lingering in his mind. What exactly did this bond between him and the mysterious ¨¦dros mean? And where did Lunaria fit into all of this?


    The cool night breeze brought some clarity, but the answers were still far away. He sighed, feeling the weight of the responsibilities he was only beginning to understand.


    After her bath, Tekime walked out wearing only her underwear. Seeing Hitory still on the balcony, she spoke casually.


    ¡ª "Hitory, go grab your clothes. I¡¯ll stay here."


    Hitory turned to look at Tekime but quickly averted his gaze, clearly flustered. He muttered under his breath.


    ¡ª "Again, Tekime¡­?"


    Tekime, with a playful smirk, looked straight at him and teased.


    ¡ª "I¡¯ll let only you look, alright?"


    Hitory, his face slightly flushed, quickly grabbed his clothes and hurried to the bathroom, avoiding any more eye contact.


    A few minutes later, he came out feeling more composed. When he returned to the room, Tekime was already lying in bed, seemingly asleep. Hitory walked over, lay down beside her, and after a deep breath, closed his eyes, letting the exhaustion take over.


    As he drifted off, his sleep quickly turned into a vivid dream. In it, he found himself immersed in Tekime¡¯s past. Images and fragments of her life played before him, as if projected on an invisible screen. He saw a younger Tekime, going through pain, but also growing stronger.


    Hitory was pulled into a deeply painful dream¡ªa vision of a distant and tragic past. It felt like he was watching someone else''s story, yet it hit him in a way he couldn¡¯t escape. The images started to form, and suddenly, he was transported to Tekime¡¯s childhood.


    She was a lively kid, but something about her always seemed to push others away. Tekime was always helping, doing her best, always lending a hand to those in need, whether it was daily chores or assisting the elderly. But whenever she tried to play with the other children, they ignored her or even pushed her aside. Still, Tekime never let it break her. She believed that kindness in her heart was more valuable than any game or shallow friendship.


    Whenever she found an injured animal, she did everything she could to help. Her heart was big, and her determination seemed unshakable, even when she was constantly rejected.


    But then, Hitory saw it¡ªthe moment that changed Tekime¡¯s life forever.


    She was helping her mother at a small donation tent, giving food to the poor. It was a mission they shared, one that made Tekime proud. But that day, everything went to hell. A gang of thugs stormed in, desperate and violent, demanding everything. They didn¡¯t care about the people Tekime¡¯s mother was helping.


    And then, right in front of Tekime¡¯s eyes, they stabbed her mother.


    Blood spread across the floor as Tekime stood frozen, powerless to stop the brutality. She watched as her mother¡¯s life slipped away, leaving nothing but an unbearable void in her heart.


    After losing her mother, Tekime went to live with her father, who had been away on business. She tried to keep going, helping with small tasks, finding happiness in his presence. But that peace wouldn¡¯t last.


    One night, as she slept above their shop, the worst happened. The same gang broke in, looking to loot the place. Her father tried to protect it, but it was a losing battle. A sword to the stomach sealed his fate.


    Tekime rushed downstairs, unaware of what awaited her. And when she opened the door, she was met with a nightmare. Her father lay in a pool of blood, his life slipping away.


    With his final breath, he looked at her and spoke his last words:


    ¡ª "Don¡¯t become like them¡­ I¡¯ll bring someone to protect you¡­ That¡¯s a promise."


    And with that, he was gone. Tekime was alone.


    End of Episode 12: ¡°Memories That Bleed.¡±

 CAP. II | EP 13: Friend or Foe?

    After the dream, Hitory walked through a vast, endless field. The sky stretched out before him, a canvas painted with vibrant colors and clouds that seemed to move slowly, almost as if they were watching him. He was alone, yet he didn''t feel the weight of solitude. It felt as though he were inside a distant memory ¡ª or perhaps a dream ¡ª something hard to define.


    Then, the figure of ¨¦dros appeared before him. He stood tall, like a giant made of pure energy, with eyes that seemed to pierce straight through the deepest thoughts. His presence was overwhelming, and even knowing it was a dream, Hitory couldn''t help but feel an involuntary sense of reverence.


    ¡ª "See, Hitory? I''m not the best person to say this, but take care of those you love. I''m the one who gave you the vision so you could understand Tekime''s pain."


    Hitory remained silent, absorbing ¨¦dros'' words as images of Tekime, his struggles, and his hardships flashed before his eyes ¡ª like an endless film. The pain and the fight for survival, all blending into one moment.


    ¡ª "I once had someone I loved, but besides failing to cherish our time together... I couldn''t protect her. Now I see that you''re walking a similar path. It''s a pain you''ll understand in your own time."


    Hitory felt a knot tightening in his chest, unsure of what to say. ¨¦dros'' presence was overwhelming, yet he felt an urge to understand more.


    ¡ª "But there''s one more thing. I want to duel you. I know for sure you never wanted to bear this burden, but... something happened one day ¡ª something you don''t remember. If you defeat me, I''ll show you what happened. The choice is yours."


    Hitory stood in silence for a moment. He knew that challenge was beyond his current strength, but the fire of determination burning inside him wouldn''t let him back down.


    ¡ª "I accept the duel."


    As soon as he spoke the words, the environment around him began to shift. The ground trembled, cracks forming beneath his feet, releasing a golden light. The scenery morphed, and he found himself standing in a vast circular arena. The empty stands surrounded him, yet the air was thick with a suffocating pressure.


    A sword appeared beside Hitory, floating in the air. Its blade gleamed with an intense golden light, radiating warmth and power. He gripped the hilt tightly, feeling not just the weight of the weapon, but the responsibility it carried.


    ¨¦dros, holding a silver spear that pulsed with divine energy, stared at Hitory with a serious gaze.


    ¡ª "I want to see how far your determination can take you."


    Hitory moved first, charging forward with a shout of determination. His steps were quick as he slashed toward ¨¦dros, aiming for his torso. However, ¨¦dros dodged with a simple motion ¡ª smooth as flowing water ¡ª and struck Hitory with the spear''s shaft, sending him flying back.


    The impact was brutal. Hitory hit the ground, pain flaring through his body.


    ¨¦dros, with a calm tone, said:


    ¡ª "Strength alone won''t be enough. Try again."


    Rising quickly, Hitory refocused, adjusting his stance. He decided to change his approach, aiming for a more strategic attack. He unleashed a flurry of quick, precise strikes ¡ª diagonal cuts followed by horizontal slashes.


    But ¨¦dros was like a storm under absolute control. Each of Hitory''s strikes was met with flawless precision. With a swift movement, ¨¦dros spun his spear and disarmed Hitory, sending the golden sword flying across the arena.


    Hitory rolled to retrieve his weapon, but before he could react, ¨¦dros had the spear''s tip pointed directly at him.


    ¡ª "You fight like someone carrying more than just their own strength. Show me that burden!"


    Hitory rose again, gasping for breath, gripping his sword with both hands. Sweat trickled down his face, mixing with the blood from small cuts he''d suffered. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering ¨¦dros'' words and the reason he had accepted this duel.


    ¡ª "I can''t give up... No matter how impossible it seems... I have to keep going."


    He opened his eyes ¡ª now burning with renewed intensity. He charged once more, but this time his movements were different. He began watching ¨¦dros'' patterns, searching for an opening.


    Hitory managed to close the distance just enough to strike. He swung his sword in a descending arc, aiming for ¨¦dros'' shoulder. For a brief moment, it seemed like the blow would land. But in a blink, ¨¦dros blocked the attack with his spear, creating a shockwave that shook the entire arena.


    The force of the impact knocked Hitory to his knees, his sword slipping from his grasp. Looking up, he saw ¨¦dros raising his spear.


    ¨¦dros, in a solemn tone, said:


    ¡ª "Enough. You''ve proven your strength... More than that, you''ve proven your will."


    With a subtle motion, ¨¦dros made the spear vanish and extended his hand toward Hitory.


    ¡ª "You may not have defeated me, but you proved yourself worthy. Even before a god, you didn''t back down. That... is something few can do."


    Hitory grasped ¨¦dros'' hand, pulling himself up as every muscle in his body screamed in agony. The bitter taste of defeat still lingered, yet something unexpected stirred within him ¡ª a sense of purpose, like a forgotten flame reigniting inside.


    ¨¦dros gazed at him, his expression carrying something beyond pride... there was respect.


    ¡ª "You fell, but you weren''t broken. That... deserves recognition."


    Suddenly, an orange light began to envelop Hitory. The heat didn''t burn ¡ª it wrapped around him, comforting, like the embrace of a powerful presence. The air shifted, and ¨¦dros'' voice echoed like distant thunder:


    ¡ª "From this day forth, you carry the ''Blessing of ¨¦dros'' Flame''... The soul of a lost warrior... reborn through you."


    The light swirled, forming a spiraling blaze that danced around Hitory. For a moment, he felt as if he stood before something far greater than himself ¡ª a force that could devour worlds or shape them anew.


    ¡ª "Don''t waste it," ¨¦dros'' voice rang out once more, firm as a verdict. ¡ª "Use it well, Hitory."


    As the light finally faded, Hitory stood there, breathing heavily. His body still ached, but his heart... felt lighter. He looked at ¨¦dros with deep respect, knowing that this battle had only been the beginning of something far greater.


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    Hitory, exhausted but still standing, stared at ¨¦dros, trying to understand what he meant with those words. He felt the sting of his failures... but also something deeper ¡ª a connection he couldn''t quite explain.


    ¡ª "Do you remember Nyliryka, your childhood friend?"


    A familiar pain gripped Hitory''s chest, like an old scar being reopened. He closed his eyes, trying to recall ¡ª and then the memories began to surface. Flashbacks of a young girl with red hair and a gentle smile. He remembered the promise he''d made to her ¡ª to be her Guardian. A vision of a scar appeared in his mind, the same one that marked his chest. But what disturbed him most... was the emptiness surrounding that memory.


    ¡ª "Yeah... the youngest daughter of the King of Valonia." ¡ª Hitory replied.


    ¡ª "You''re pretty good at remembering things, even if they''ve been erased. Continuing on... you forgot many details, but her image remained, just like the promise you made to be her guardian. The day you appeared with that scar was the same day she came from the capital to see you. The King allowed his daughter to visit your home because Zelia, your mother, was his friend and the strongest mage. You two met, and she thought it would be a date, while you... well... (laughs) you were 12."


    Hitory remained silent. The pain of the past weighed on him, but he wanted to understand more.


    ¡ª "That day, you were hunted. Not by bandits, but by demons in disguise. They wanted to kidnap Nyliryka because she was the strongest of the royal family, despite being the youngest. They took her, but before you could protect her, you and she were ambushed. Afterward, the demons cast a curse on you ¡ª one that was supposed to kill you after some time. But you didn¡¯t die. Something unexpected happened. Since the curse was a part of my soul, you ended up absorbing me into yourself."


    ¨¦dros'' words cut through Hitory like sharp blades. He didn''t know what else to say. The pain of failing to protect Nyliryka, of not remembering her completely, of everything that had been lost ¡ª it all weighed down on his heart like an unbearable burden.


    ¡ª "No one knows her whereabouts... but I can give you a clue."


    At that moment, an image appeared before Hitory. It was a deserted island, surrounded by mist, and shortly after, the image of Nyliryka appeared ¡ª chained, her eyes filled with suffering. Hitory felt a tightness in his chest, a silent scream echoing in his mind.


    ¡ª "My time¡¯s up. See you around."


    Before Hitory could wake up, he managed to steady himself a little.


    ¡ª "I don¡¯t know why you¡¯re helping me... but thank you."


    ¨¦dros nodded, like a final farewell, before disappearing. Hitory remained there for a moment, feeling ¨¦dros¡¯ absence, but also sensing a new strength within him. He knew his path wasn¡¯t any clearer, but he was more determined to follow it.


    When he woke up, he was back in the real world, but something had changed. He was no longer the same. The weight of his memories and the flame that now burned within him were what would drive him forward.


    Hitory slowly woke up, the soft morning light filtering through the room¡¯s windows. He was alone, with the echoes of ¨¦dros¡¯ dream still reverberating in his mind. The feeling of the battle, the heavy words, and the vision of Nyliryka were still fresh in his memory. Yet, something inside him had changed. He felt an internal fire ¡ª a renewed determination that pushed him to move forward despite the uncertainties.


    He rose from the bed with a deep sigh, still trying to process everything he had learned. His muscles were tense, as if the fight with ¨¦dros had left marks not only on his body but also on his soul. He dressed quickly, his movements automatic while his mind still wandered. The promise he had made, the memory of Nyliryka, and the pain of what had happened in his past haunted him, but he knew he had something to do. The mission he had started was far from over.


    With firm steps, he left the room and walked toward the kitchen. The aroma of fresh coffee and baked bread filled the air ¡ª a comforting scent that made his stomach growl with hunger. As he entered, he found Tekime and Elyndra quietly talking, seated at the table. Tekime was sipping her coffee while Elyndra handled some herbs and spices on the table.


    However, upon seeing Tekime, something inside Hitory broke. He felt an overwhelming need to approach her ¡ª to feel a connection, to find some sort of comfort for himself and for her. Without a second thought, he rushed toward Tekime and hugged her tightly, closing his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The gesture was impulsive, maybe even desperate, but he felt he needed it more than anything else.


    Tekime, surprised, stood frozen for a moment, unsure of the reason behind the sudden embrace. She was about to ask what was happening, but upon seeing Hitory''s expression ¡ª a deep gaze filled with emotions she couldn¡¯t quite decipher ¡ª she simply returned the hug. Her arms gently wrapped around Hitory, still unsure what was going on, but knowing that somehow... he needed this.


    They stayed like that, embraced, in a comforting silence, while Elyndra watched quietly, her sharp eyes observing but not interrupting the moment. She knew Hitory was going through something much bigger than he was willing to show, and perhaps that gesture was the only way for him to start coping with the pain he carried. She said nothing, simply continuing her work, giving them space.


    The moment seemed frozen in time ¡ª the silent connection between them stronger than any words could express.


    After that brief moment of silence, Tekime looked at Hitory with a worried expression and asked softly:


    ¡ª "What happened, Hitory?"


    Hitory averted his gaze for a moment, feeling the words still heavy on his chest. He knew he needed time to process everything he had experienced in the dream with ¨¦dros, but he wasn¡¯t ready to share it yet.

 CAP. II | EP 14: "Between the Sword and Mana"

    With a sigh, he looked at Tekime and replied: ¡ª "Later, Tekime. This isn¡¯t the time... But for now, just know I¡¯m alright."


    Tekime still looked confused, but respected his space and fell silent. The scent of fresh coffee and warm bread filled the air, but the tension still lingered between them. As they drank their coffee in silence, Hitory seized the opportunity to share an important decision with Elyndra and Tekime.


    ¡ª "I¡¯ve decided I¡¯m going to continue. The journey to the Kingdom of Valonia can¡¯t wait any longer."


    Tekime looked at him, surprised, but at the same time, she seemed to understand that something deeper was behind this decision. ¡ª "Valonia? Isn¡¯t it too soon for you to leave, Hitory?"


    Hitory looked at her, his eyes resolute but with a slight hint of sadness. He knew that, in some way, Tekime cared, but the answer was clear in his mind. ¡ª "No, Tekime. I need to go. It¡¯s no longer about me or who I am. Now, it¡¯s about her. I need to find her."


    ¡ª "Her, who, Hitory?" Tekime asked, but he remained silent.


    Hitory didn¡¯t mention the exact reason behind his search, leaving a space of mystery about what drove him, but the words "find her" made it clear what was on his mind.


    Elyndra, listening intently, raised an eyebrow, showing a hint of concern. ¡ª "Isn¡¯t it too early for you to leave? The journey to Valonia is long and full of dangers. Maybe you need more time to prepare."


    Hitory shook his head, determination clear in his expression. ¡ª "No, Elyndra. I know what I¡¯m doing. I have to take this path now."


    At that moment, Tekime stood up from her chair, breaking the silence with her determination. She looked at Hitory, her gaze serious, but with a slight softness. ¡ª "I¡¯m coming with you."


    Hitory stared at her in surprise, not expecting such a direct reaction. He knew Tekime was strong, but this decision felt like more than he anticipated. ¡ª "Are you sure about this, Tekime? The journey won¡¯t be easy, and it could be dangerous."


    ¡ª "I know. I won¡¯t let you go alone. If this is your journey, then it¡¯s mine too."


    Hitory looked at her for a moment, considering her words. He knew Tekime was determined and that nothing would make her change her mind. ¡ª "Alright then. We¡¯ll leave tomorrow. We need to prepare."


    Tekime simply nodded in agreement. Hitory didn¡¯t know what the future would bring, but now he knew he wouldn¡¯t be alone on this journey.


    Elyndra watched the exchange between the two and, with a slight smile, finally spoke: ¡ª "So be it. The path ahead is challenging, but if this is your decision, I wish you both good luck."


    After breakfast, Hitory and Tekime stepped outside the house, where the morning sun illuminated the open field. Hitory, with his sword by his side, began to practice his movements. He was much faster now, his blades cutting through the air with a precision he hadn¡¯t shown the day before. His technique flowed naturally, each movement more agile, more precise. He was visibly stronger, as if the rest and reflection during the night had given him a new energy.


    Meanwhile, Tekime watched, a gleam of admiration in her eyes. She felt the vibrant energy in the air, a desire to improve her own skills, but her mind was focused on magic, as Elyndra had suggested. She knew it was time to try something different. Magic intrigued her, and despite her previous attempts, she had never managed to cast any elemental spell. But with Elyndra¡¯s help, she felt more confident.


    Elyndra stood beside Tekime, with a patient and attentive look. ¡ª "Let¡¯s try again. Focus on a single element, any one, and believe in your power."


    Tekime gripped the wand tightly, closed her eyes, and concentrated all her energy on trying to summon the magic. She tried to feel the mana around her, as Elyndra had shown her. The wand began to glow faintly, but when she attempted to cast the spell, nothing happened. She tried again and again, but the elemental spells continued to fail.


    Elyndra, watching with a concerned expression, paused before speaking. ¡ª "This is... strange. You can feel the mana, but you can¡¯t seem to direct it to cast a spell. This isn¡¯t common."


    Tekime looked at her, frustrated, but Elyndra, thoughtful, had an idea. ¡ª "Wait a moment. I want you to do something a little different. Instead of trying to cast an elemental spell, focus your mind on something simple. Try moving that vase over there, with your mind."


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    Tekime looked at the vase placed in a corner of the garden and nodded, determined. She pointed the wand at the vase and closed her eyes, focusing all her mental energy on moving the object. A silence hung in the air for a few seconds, until, to her surprise, the vase began to tremble slightly and then lifted off the ground, floating to a higher point.


    ¡ª "I... I did it!"


    She opened her eyes, looking at Elyndra with a radiant smile as the vase floated gently in front of her. Elyndra, on the other hand, was impressed. She hadn¡¯t expected Tekime to achieve such a feat so easily.


    ¡ª "Incredible... You have a unique ability. Now, let¡¯s try something even more complex."


    Elyndra thought for a moment, then asked: ¡ª "Focus your mind again. Try to create something, maybe a stone. Something simple, but that requires control."


    Tekime nodded and began to concentrate again. Her mind focused on creating a stone, trying to shape something solid out of pure mana. Elyndra watched carefully, with an expectant look, until, after a while, Tekime opened her eyes in surprise, seeing a small stone materialized before her.


    ¡ª "I... I created a stone!"


    Elyndra couldn¡¯t hide her astonishment. She approached the stone, touching it to ensure it was real. She looked at Tekime with a mix of surprise and admiration. ¡ª "You... you have the ability to manipulate mana in a way I¡¯ve never seen before. It¡¯s something unique."


    Tekime smiled, her confidence growing, but a shadow of doubt hid in her eyes. ¡ª "But... what does this mean?"


    Elyndra looked at her seriously, still trying to process what she had just witnessed. ¡ª "It means you have a rare and powerful ability. You can manipulate mana directly. But... there¡¯s a price."


    Tekime furrowed her brow, still not fully understanding.


    ¡ª "With this ability, you won''t be able to use elemental or rudimentary magic like other mages. You''re a manipulator of pure mana. This is extremely rare in the world; very few people have this ability... At most, ten people throughout history have possessed this power."


    Tekime fell silent, processing Elyndra''s words. She felt a mixture of joy at the discovery and concern about what it meant for her future as a mage. She could be powerful, but in a completely different way from the others around her.


    ¡ª "So, I can''t use magic like the others... but still... can I do something valuable with this?"


    Elyndra smiled slightly, admiring Tekime''s courage and curiosity.


    ¡ª "Yes, Tekime. You have tremendous potential. If you learn to control this ability, you will be able to perform feats others can''t even imagine. But you will need time and patience to master this power."


    Tekime, feeling grateful for Elyndra''s help, turned and walked toward Hitory, wanting to surprise him. She smiled, knowing he was focused on his training, unaware of what she might be doing.


    As she approached quietly, suddenly, Hitory, with quick and precise reflexes, appeared behind her, placing his wooden sword against her neck.


    ¡ª "Sorry, sorry. It was unintentional, it''s just a reflex to avoid a surprise strike."


    Tekime was startled, fear instantly taking over her body, and she quickly pulled away, falling to the ground from the reaction. Hitory, seeing her reaction, immediately lowered the sword and extended a hand to help her up, sitting her carefully on a nearby bench.


    ¡ª "Please, forgive me. It was just instinct."


    Tekime took a deep breath to calm down. ¡ª "Of course... I just got scared because it was so random." ¡ª What she saw was not only that Hitory had something behind him.


    Hitory watched her for a moment, realizing she was still a little dazed, but she was quickly recovering. He smiled, trying to ease the tension.


    ¡ª "Now, can you tell me what you wanted, Tekime?"


    Tekime, still a little nervous, composed herself and, with a shy smile, spoke:


    ¡ª "Ah, yes... I want to show you something."


    She extended her hands in front of her, focusing her energy, and soon a soft aura of mana began to emanate from her fingers. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating, and then, with the strength of her focus, a small wooden sword formed in front of her, made entirely of manipulated mana. The sword, though simple, had a clear appearance, with a thin and firm blade that seemed to glow with a soft light.


    Hitory, surprised, took a step back, his eyes wide.


    ¡ª "Wow... You have the ability to manipulate mana."


    Tekime smiled at the creation of the sword, but before she could respond, Elyndra, who had been watching from a distance, was so shocked by what she had just seen that she fainted, clumsily falling to the ground. The shock was enough to make Tekime and Hitory quickly turn toward her.


    ¡ª "Elyndra?!"


    Tekime ran to Elyndra''s side, concerned. Hitory, equally worried, crouched down and touched Elyndra''s forehead, trying to understand what had happened.


    ¡ª "Is she... Is she okay?"


    Hitory, checking that Elyndra was just fainted, looked at Tekime and nodded, relieved.


    ¡ª "I think it was just a shock. Let''s take her to the couch."


    The two carefully helped Elyndra to her feet and laid her on a nearby sofa, adjusting her to make her comfortable while they waited for her to wake up.


    After some time, Elyndra finally regained consciousness, still with a dazed look, but she soon realized where she was and slowly sat up, feeling the pain from her fall. She looked at the two, a bit confused but also somewhat surprised.


    Elyndra, with a look of disbelief: ¡ª "I... I can''t believe what I saw. Tekime, you have a rare power, truly rare. The ability to manipulate mana purely, without needing incantation or recitation... This is... impossible for most people, and you managed to learn so quickly."


    Hitory, still impressed, approached Elyndra, concerned for her health.


    ¡ª "Are you okay? We didn¡¯t expect it to be so... impactful for you."


    Elyndra, breathing deeply, still recovering from the shock. ¡ª "I''m fine... It was just a bit too much to process."


    Meanwhile, Hitory and Tekime began preparing dinner for the evening, the atmosphere returning to a more peaceful tone. Elyndra, despite the surprise, watched the two with a contemplative look. She knew Tekime''s discoveries were just the beginning of something much bigger and more complicated, but it was also something that could be incredibly powerful if she learned to control this ability.


    End of EP 14: "Between the Sword and Mana."

 CAP. II | EP 15: The Price of Pride

    Hitory and Tekime finished setting the dinner table. After arranging everything, they helped Elyndra, who was still a bit shaken after the excessive use of energy and the recent discoveries about Tekime. Carefully, Hitory guided her to a chair.


    ¡ª "I hope you can rest well while we eat, Elyndra," ¡ª said Hitory, offering an encouraging smile.


    Elyndra nodded, grateful, while Tekime served the plates with discreet enthusiasm. The atmosphere was calm, with the soft crackling of the fireplace in the background.


    ¡ª "You know, Tekime, that power of yours is impressive," ¡ª Hitory commented, breaking the silence. ¡ª "Manipulating mana directly... it''s something I never thought I''d see up close. That could be a huge help to us."


    Tekime, who was pouring soup into Elyndra''s plate, paused for a moment. She looked at Hitory, visibly happy with the compliment.


    ¡ª "Thank you, Hitory. I''m still trying to understand how it works, but... I''m glad to know I can contribute in some way," ¡ª she replied with a small smile.


    Hitory let out a light and relaxed laugh before replying:


    ¡ª "Contribute? That''s an understatement. If you manage to master that ability, it could change everything."


    Tekime chuckled, but with a curious look.


    ¡ª "And you''re talking as if you haven''t changed anything. Your physical abilities are insane! I was... really surprised, not to say scared, when I tried to sneak up on you."


    Elyndra, who had been silently observing, let out a soft laugh upon hearing the last part.


    ¡ª "Scared?" ¡ª Hitory asked, raising an eyebrow.


    Tekime crossed her arms and smiled.


    ¡ª "When I got close to you, you vanished from my sight, and the next second you were behind me with your sword at my neck. As if you knew exactly what I was doing."


    Hitory rubbed his neck, visibly uncomfortable.


    ¡ª "Ah, that... Sorry about that, it was pure reflex. I didn''t mean to scare you."


    ¡ª "It''s okay. I''m just saying I was impressed," ¡ª she replied, still smiling. ¡ª "It seems that duel with ¨¦dros left you... different."


    ¡ª "How do you know about our battle?" ¡ª Hitory asked, not knowing how she had that information.


    ¡ª "I talked to Lunaria the other night. From what she told me, the world of ''Deities/Gods'' is the same for everyone. She mentioned seeing you in an arena."


    Hitory nodded thoughtfully. He felt that something had indeed changed, but he still didn¡¯t know exactly what. For now, he just accepted the compliment.


    Elyndra cleared her throat softly, drawing their attention.


    ¡ª "You two are changing, and that''s a good thing. But remember that all power comes with responsibility. Make sure you use it wisely."


    The two exchanged glances and sat in silence, reflecting on Elyndra''s words. The conversation was interrupted by a comforting aroma coming from the dinner.


    ¡ª "Let''s eat before the food gets cold," ¡ª Hitory suggested, breaking the serious mood.


    ¡ª "Good idea," ¡ª Tekime replied cheerfully, while Elyndra gave a tired but satisfied smile.


    After dinner, the three finished cleaning the kitchen. Elyndra, exhausted, said goodnight early and went to her room, while Hitory and Tekime prepared to head upstairs to the room they shared.


    Upon entering, the room was calm, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the window. Tekime grabbed a set of clean clothes and looked at Hitory.


    ¡ª "I''ll go first," ¡ª she said, pointing to the bathroom door.


    ¡ª "Sure. Take your time," ¡ª Hitory replied, sitting on the floor near the bed, leaning his back against the wall.


    While Tekime was in the shower, Hitory looked around the room, reflecting on recent events. The duel with ¨¦dros, the revelations about Tekime, and her newly discovered ability left him deep in thought. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the distant sound of running water.


    Shortly after, Tekime came out, wrapped in a large towel and her hair still wet. She wore a simple set of sleepwear, looking visibly comfortable.


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    ¡ª "Your turn, Hitory," ¡ª she said with a smile.


    ¡ª "Alright." ¡ª He grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.


    While Hitory showered, Tekime settled into bed, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. She stared at the ceiling, thinking about how quickly things had changed. The feeling of finally having an ability that could contribute to the journey made her anxious but also determined.


    A few minutes later, Hitory returned, now also dressed for bed. He placed his sword by the wall and looked at Tekime, already lying down.


    ¡ª "Good night, Tekime," ¡ª he said with a smile before heading toward the balcony.


    ¡ª "Good night, Hitory," ¡ª she replied with a soft tone.


    Hitory walked to the balcony and stood there, letting his eyes wander over the stars shining in the sky. The night breeze brushed against his face, bringing him a sense of calm. He stood there for a few minutes, reflecting on everything that had happened so far, with no rush to return.


    When he decided to go back inside, he found Tekime already asleep. She looked peaceful, her face softened by sleep. Hitory grabbed his things from the corner of the room and, carefully avoiding any noise, lay down on the floor, making himself as comfortable as possible. The room, now silent, seemed to envelop them in deep peace.


    The sun was starting to shine through the curtains when Hitory woke up. He stretched, feeling his body a bit sore after sleeping on the floor, but soon got up, determined to start the day.


    He began packing his things, checking his backpack and organizing the items for the journey. When he finished, he looked at Tekime, still completely immersed in sleep. With a smile, he walked over to the bed and touched her shoulder.


    ¡ª "Tekime, wake up. It¡¯s time to get up."


    Tekime let out a low sound, clearly not wanting to leave the bed. She pulled the covers over her head, pouting.


    ¡ª "Just five more minutes, please..." ¡ª she mumbled drowsily.


    Hitory chuckled quietly but knew they couldn''t wait any longer.


    ¡ª "Come on, wake up. The day¡¯s already started, and we need to get going."


    With a final sigh, Tekime turned over, stretching and pulling her messy hair back.


    ¡ª "Alright, alright..." ¡ª she said, dragging herself out of bed and heading to the bathroom, still half-asleep.


    A few minutes later, Tekime appeared, now dressed for the journey but looking grumpy. She glanced at Hitory with an annoyed expression.


    ¡ª "Why did you sleep on the floor, Hitory?"


    Hitory, caught off guard, tried to explain.


    ¡ª "I don¡¯t know... I thought it was... indecent to sleep with you in the bed."


    Tekime frowned, clearly not buying the excuse.


    ¡ª "Indecent?" ¡ª she repeated, already irritated. ¡ª "That wasn¡¯t necessary, you know?"


    She made a face, still grumbling, and walked toward the kitchen without looking at him.


    Hitory watched her for a moment, unsure of what to say. He knew the day was starting, and he would still have to deal with Tekime¡¯s reaction.


    Hitory finished organizing the last of his belongings. With a light sigh, he headed to the kitchen, already imagining what awaited him. As soon as he entered, he found Tekime sitting at the table, her arms crossed and a clearly sulky expression.


    ¡ª "Good morning to you too, Tekime," ¡ª he said in a light tone, trying to ease the mood.


    She shot him a quick glare but said nothing, maintaining her firm stance. Elyndra, who was facing away, was stirring a pot on the stove. With skilled movements, she finished preparing breakfast and brought a tray to the table, placing it right in the center.


    ¡ª "Here you go, my travelers. A hearty breakfast to start the day with energy," ¡ª said Elyndra with a cheerful smile, like a grandmother caring for her grandchildren.


    Hitory thanked her, pulling out a chair to sit down. He glanced at Tekime again, who turned her eyes away, still sulky.


    ¡ª "How long are you going to stay like that?" ¡ª Hitory asked while grabbing one of the cups.


    ¡ª "Until you give me a good explanation," ¡ª she replied, finally breaking the silence.


    End of EP 13: "The Price of Pride."

 CAP. II | EP 16: Between Races and Mysteries

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    Hitory sighed, and Elyndra, noticing something was off, called him to a corner of the kitchen.


    ¡ª "Hitory, what did you do to make her act like that?" ¡ª Elyndra asked, crossing her arms and giving him an inquisitive look.


    ¡ª "Nothing much... I just slept on the floor last night. Thought it would be more appropriate." ¡ª He scratched his neck as he spoke.


    Elyndra raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding the situation.


    ¡ª "Ah, so that''s why. Well, you can¡¯t blame her for being upset. You really could¡¯ve explained it better, you know?"


    ¡ª "I tried, but... well, it''s done now." ¡ª Hitory shrugged.


    Elyndra sighed and patted him twice on the shoulder before they returned to the table.


    Back at breakfast, Elyndra tried to ease the tension, steering the conversation elsewhere as everyone sat down.


    ¡ª "Alright, let''s eat before this gets cold. You''ll need energy for today, especially with the journey ahead."


    Tekime finally relaxed a little, grabbing a slice of bread, though she still shot occasional side glances at Hitory. He, on the other hand, avoided provoking any further reaction, focusing on filling his coffee cup. Gradually, the breakfast became more relaxed, even with Tekime occasionally letting out sighs of disapproval.


    After breakfast, Hitory went to his room to grab his things. He paused for a moment beside the bed, opening the small pouch he carried. Inside, he found the necklace he''d inherited from his mother. Holding it carefully, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if drawing strength from the memories the object represented.


    Back in the living room, he looked at Tekime, who was still sitting at the table with her arms crossed, her expression sulky.


    ¡ª "Tekime," ¡ª he called, gripping his backpack strap.


    She glanced up for just a second before turning her face away again, clearly still upset. Hitory sighed, shaking his head with a small, resigned smile.


    Without pressing the matter, he turned to Elyndra, who had been observing the scene with a discreet smile.


    ¡ª "Elyndra, thanks for everything. For the hospitality, the food, and the advice. These days here were important." ¡ª Hitory bowed his head slightly in a respectful gesture.


    ¡ª "Take care, Hitory." ¡ª Elyndra replied, her gaze flicking briefly toward Tekime with an amused sparkle in her eyes.


    Hitory took a step toward the door but was stopped by Tekime''s firm voice.


    ¡ª "Are you leaving me here?" ¡ª she asked, her eyes clearly warning that he was treading on dangerous ground.


    Hitory paused, looking at her over his shoulder with a calm, almost serene expression.


    ¡ª "Ie, are you gonna start sulking now?" ¡ª he retorted in a tone so calm it seemed to provoke Tekime''s impatience even more. ¡ª "If you wanna come, move fast, got it?"


    Hearing the affectionate nickname, Tekime felt a mix of surprise and embarrassment. Unsure how to react, she turned and rushed to her room, closing the door behind her. There, she sat on the bed, staring at the floor while reflecting on her actions. Gradually, she realized she was overreacting and that, in truth, she was the one at fault.


    Determined to set things right, she quickly packed her things, sighing deeply. When she finished, she went back downstairs, where she found Hitory talking to Elyndra.


    ¡ª "Here you go, Hitory." ¡ª Elyndra handed him an old book with a worn leather cover. ¡ª "This might be useful for your journey."


    Hitory nodded in thanks but paused when he noticed Tekime approaching. She walked slowly, her expression a mix of regret and shyness, like a dog that knew it had done something wrong.


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    ¡ª "I''m sorry, Hitory. I was..." ¡ª Tekime began, hesitating.


    Hitory stood up, offering her a faint smile. He reached into his pocket and handed her something.


    ¡ª "It''s okay. Here, I want you to have this." ¡ª He opened his hand, revealing the necklace he had inherited from his mother.


    Tekime stared at the necklace, surprised.


    ¡ª "Our journey could get a little dangerous," ¡ª he explained, his tone serious yet gentle. ¡ª "So keep it with you. My mom always told my dad that this necklace brings strength to its wearer."


    Tekime carefully took the necklace, treating it like something sacred. She put it around her neck, touching the pendant for a moment before looking at Hitory.


    ¡ª "Thank you..." ¡ª she said, touched.


    Without much thought, she stepped forward and hugged him tightly. Surprised, Hitory froze for a second before lightly returning the embrace.


    Elyndra, watching the scene from the side, simply smiled.


    ¡ª "You two make a good couple," ¡ª she commented before stepping away to give them some privacy.


    After bidding Elyndra farewell, Hitory and Tekime grabbed their backpacks and headed for the door, ready to continue their journey.


    The sun was already starting to set, painting the sky a warm orange that reflected off the distant mountains. The road ahead seemed endless, but that didn''t discourage them.


    The day had been long and exhausting, and in the distance, they spotted a simple building with a soft light glowing through the windows. Tiredness took over, and they quickened their pace, hoping it was some sort of inn.


    As they approached, Hitory saw a sign that read "Tavern" and sighed with relief. They entered but quickly sensed something was wrong. The atmosphere felt odd, with muffled laughter and conversations echoing through the dark wooden walls.


    They crossed the room and approached the counter. A waitress with a seductive expression approached them, her skin slightly pale and her eyes glowing a deep red.


    Hitory, still unaware of the situation, asked:


    ¡ª "Do you have a room for us to stay the night?"


    The waitress smiled enigmatically, her lips curving almost maliciously. She answered in a soft tone, full of implications:


    ¡ª "We''re not the kind of inn you''re thinking of, but if you want, we have... other kinds of services."


    Tekime, already suspicious, immediately grabbed Hitory and pulled him away with a worried look.


    ¡ª "We need to leave this place now," ¡ª she said urgently.


    For a moment, Hitory looked at the waitress, but before she could make another move, he quickly responded:


    ¡ª "We could just see if they have food and camp outside."


    He returned to the counter, determined to avoid more complications.


    ¡ª "Do you serve any food?" ¡ª he asked.


    The waitress smiled, her teeth whiter than usual.


    ¡ª "Just drinks and some bread," ¡ª she replied with a light chuckle.


    Hitory, unwilling to stir more trouble, ordered:


    ¡ª "Then bring me four loaves, please."


    He took what he could and, with Tekime, prepared to leave quickly. However, before they could step out, the tavern door opened again, and a dwarf elf entered, his imposing figure drawing attention. He was short but muscular, with a sharp gaze that suggested experience in complicated situations.


    As they left, Hitory and Tekime exchanged quick glances. While walking away from the tavern, Hitory murmured:


    ¡ª "This place... feels weird."


    Tekime''s voice was quieter but held a grave tone.


    ¡ª "Not everyone here is human. Did you see? The dwarf elf... This is just the beginning, Hitory. In our world, there are many races beyond humans."


    As they moved away and set up camp, the book Elyndra had given Hitory explained the various races inhabiting the world:


    ¡ª Demi-Humans


    ¡ª Demons


    ¡ª Harpies


    ¡ª Beasts


    ¡ª Dragons


    ¡ª Deities


    ¡ª Elves and Dwarves


    ¡ª Vampires: ?????


    This was the world they were exploring ¡ª a world full of beings and races far beyond what they had imagined.


    End of EP 16: Between Races and Mysteries


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