Chapter 10
The Village of the Little Moon
After Einver met the spirit of his mother… and the spirit of his younger brother—the last ties he had left on the cosmic path—
his soul was transformed completely, returning to its true nature: brave, strong, and with an unbreakable will.
The death of his mother had shattered him entirely—literally—until nothing of humanity or passion for life remained within him.
If his mother and Void hadn't intervened on the path of the cosmos at that moment…
Einver would have chosen death calmly, without the slightest hesitation.
For humans are creatures bound by emotions at their core…
And when Einver was on the cosmic path, he was utterly hollow;
so much so that the difference between him and a stone lying on the ground
was that the stone—at least—could still be used for many things…
while Einver, at that time… was good for nothing at all.
That was how broken and ruined his soul was.
But after meeting the spirit of his mother and the spirit of Void…
his soul returned to his body.
His emotions returned to his chest…
Though his goal… remained unclear.
Before, his goal had been power… at first, he wanted power for its own sake.
Later, power became something personal…
He wanted it to protect himself… and those he loved.
And though he obtained that power,
he could not protect anyone…
And with the death of his mother… his dream was shattered, turning into revenge.
He sought revenge against the Amaryon clan, and against everyone who had watched his mother run barefoot, crying… yet did not extend a hand to help her.
And once he had fulfilled his revenge…
His new goal became death.
He craved it desperately.
He longed for the end…
He wanted to close his eyes once… and forever.
No life, no battles, no betrayals, no loss of loved ones…
Only… eternal rest.
But after meeting the spirit of his mother and Void…
those thoughts dissolved from his mind and heart,
and he was left empty of any goal or desire.
And now…
Would he fall into the same cycle again?
Or would he change something in his life this time?
Einver lifted his gaze forward—with eyes shining, and a strong spirit—
The old Einver had returned… if only a little.
The desire for exploration came back to him…
The desire to see this world, its people… and to know their strength.
And with a single thought in his mind—wandering—
he began walking forward calmly, step by step.
For half a day, he continued walking.
All around him: a beautiful forest… towering trees… and the sounds of birds soaring over the branches.
"This peace… this beauty… truly unbelievable…"
Einver sighed softly as he admired the forest around him.
In his previous world, all the trees had been cut down, and the forests destroyed after the war…
He had long missed the fragrance of a forest… and the songs of birds chirping above the trees.
He closed his eyes for a moment, clasped his hands behind his back,
and began strolling slowly… calmly… like a wise old man savoring nature,
not like a young man who could shatter the earth if angered.
Young men his age sought battles, strength, women, and food,
but Einver… had moved beyond such things long ago.
He went on his way until at last he saw a small village ahead.
Finally—after a long walk—a village appeared in the distance…
Small wooden houses, old, yet enduring.
At its edges stood a modest wooden palisade, simple but sturdy.
Step by step, Einver approached until he reached the village gate.
There… he heard the voices of people talking… and children laughing and playing.
And just as he was about to enter, a guard stopped him. The man wore solid iron armor,
with the image of a small moon engraved on his chestplate.
A faint aura surrounded the guard's body, clearly visible to the eye.
"This… is truly new.
Are auras visible in this world?"
"State your name, and the reason for your visit to the Village of the Little Moon."
The guard spoke calmly, scrutinizing Einver's torn, ragged clothing.
In his current appearance, he looked like a wanderer with no money and no home…
But the guard gradually raised his gaze, and when he saw Einver's face…
It was not the face of a handsome youth…
But with sharp brows like blades, eyes burning red like the depths of hell,
a small well-shaped nose, and a calm expression…
All of it… made him look like a great expert concealing his identity.
Einver noticed the guard's gaze, smiled softly, and bowed slightly in greeting.
"I am Einver… just a traveler wandering the world.
Might I find a place to stay in your beautiful village… my friend?"
He said it in a calm and respectful voice.
The guard responded, looking at him with some amazement:
"Young man… how old are you, truly, to wander on your own?
Aren't your parents worried about you right now?"
And with that childish, provoking reply…
the guard began laughing, his voice drawing several villagers over.
Men, women, and children of the village gathered, staring at Einver in astonishment…
Some of them looked at his sword, amazed by its beauty.
Einver felt their stares,
and by instinct—out of old habit—his hand went quickly to his sword…
then he smiled at the guard and said:
"My friend… I am merely a wanderer.
If you do not wish to let me in, I will not be angry.
Just give me some food and drink, and I will continue on my way…
And I will be grateful to you."
The guard hesitated for a moment…
He couldn't decide: should he let him in… chase him away… or simply give him food?
Suddenly…
an old man's voice broke the silence:
"Why not come in… young man?
You are a guest of this old man."
The crowd was stunned—every one of them—and turned to the old man in astonishment.
"Chief… you must be cautious!
How can you invite a stranger into your home…!"
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