The Tale of Days Past (Part 1)

Deep within the heart of the Sylvan Forest, there thrived a village that played a pivotal role within an intricate tapestry of serene communities. Its citizens bore a striking resemblance to Humans, though they possessed distinctive features that set them apart. Their skin, as pure as freshly fallen snow, exuded an otherworldly grace. Long, pointed ears, while imposing at first glance, only served to enhance their unique allure. Their eyes, large and entrancing, held the power to both captivate and unsettle; when brimming with hostility, their gaze had the ability to shatter an adversary's morale, yet when softened, their eyes revealed a breathtaking beauty and profound serenity.

These inhabitants were a race of Magical Creatures. They were bestowed with innate and extraordinary abilities that elevated them above ordinary Humans. From their profound command over the very elements of fire and water to the delicate art of healing magic, their unique powers endowed them with a formidable edge against their foes. These remarkable beings were commonly referred to as Elves.

Hidden deep within the labyrinthine recesses of the forest, the village remained concealed from prying eyes. The treacherous wilderness surrounding it deterred most who attempted to approach, while nature itself provided a protective shroud. However, the villagers had taken additional precautions by erecting a magical camouflaging barrier, crafted by those born with the innate ability to do so, and meticulously maintained through specially crafted charms. These measures were deemed necessary due to the ongoing, bitter conflict between Humans and Elves.

The origins of this conflict had long been shrouded in the mists of time, making it challenging to pinpoint its root causes. The Elves, guided by the principle of "an eye for an eye," did not take prisoners, while Humans exhibited even greater cruelty. Not only did they enslave their captives, but they reveled in the senseless slaughter and abuse of Elves. Humanity seemed to harbor an insatiable desire to eradicate the Elven race from this world entirely. Both sides displayed their own forms of ruthlessness, yet there were individuals on both sides who yearned to break free from the vicious cycle of violence and bloodshed.

Among those who harbored such noble intentions was Ryujin, the village chief with striking blue hair.

“I understand your concerns, but this is our opportunity for peace."

His voice carried a gentle, yet unwavering tone as he addressed his wife, a tall and stunning woman with short purple hair and captivating sky-blue eyes.

“But dear, he's a Human, and a powerful one at that. Can we truly rely on the words of someone like him?"

Yumi's concern radiated through the room as she voiced her doubts, her gaze locked onto Ryujin. There was an earnest plea in her eyes and a trace of worry in her voice that was hard to miss.

"Yumi, please. Alastair is not just any human; he's a dear friend who risked his life to save mine. If he says it's safe, then I believe him wholeheartedly. We are like brothers."

Ryujin's love for his family ran deep, matched only by his unwavering resolve. He recognized the necessity of certain actions to secure a better future for them all—an admirable quality that also raised understandable concerns within his family.

“I know how you feel…” Yumi admitted, her voice growing louder as her defiance surfaced in a resolute stomp of her foot, “I can’t deny his deeds. His help has been tremendously appreciated. Our people were able to avoid a devastating famine thanks to his generosity and support. Even so… traveling into the center of human territory is just too reckless!”

Despite Yumi's protest, Ryujin's gaze remained unwavering and resolute, his determination burning brightly, “It will only be me and a small group of trusted comrades,” he reassured her, his voice calm and logical, “We can handle it. This is a crucial step towards achieving peace between our races, Yumi. I want that future for our people, for us, and most importantly, for the sake of our precious little girl."

As Ryujin's words sank in, Yumi's defeated expression became apparent. She hung her head, acknowledging the importance of their goal.

“I’m not gonna convince you otherwise, huh?” she asked, her voice tinged with dejection.

Ryujin's heart ached to see his wife like this, and without hesitation, he pulled her into a warm, tender embrace, “No, I’ve always been pretty stubborn, remember?” he replied with a touch of lightheartedness.

Surprised and touched by his sudden display of affection, Yumi smiled and nestled closer to him.

“Alright then. I'll give you my blessing. But you better come back in one piece, or you'll have to answer to me!”

Ryujin chuckled softly, “Yes ma’am.”

That evening brought forth a series of unexpected surprises. It was the moment when Ryujin made the decision to leave the safety of his home and embark on a journey into the unknown. The catalyst for this bold choice was a letter he received from his human friend, Lord Alastair, the fourth in line to the throne of the Valoria Empire. In that letter, Alastair revealed a remarkable discovery—the very artifact they had often dreamed and spoke about, a legend once dismissed as a mere bedtime story. Now, against all odds, it seemed that the impossible had become possible. The long-lost map to the Fountain of Knowledge had been found, with the last known record tracing back hundreds of years to the Great World War.

Ryujin gathered his most trusted companions and made all the necessary preparations for the upcoming journey. Tonight would be his final night at home, and he wanted to cherish every moment with his loved ones. Among them was his wife and their daughter.

“Dad! I've finished my studies for the day!” a bright, 13-year-old girl joyfully burst into the living room, announcing her accomplishment.

“Ah, that's my girl! You're much smarter than I was at your age, Ai.” the father praised his daughter, lifting her up into his arms and showering her with affection.

“She’s growing into an excellent village chief. You might even start thinking about an early retirement.” Yumi teased her husband playfully and embraced him and his daughter, joining in the tender moment.

“Really? Is that how little you think of me, honey?” Ryujin played along, feigning offense at Yumi's comment.

He gently kissed Yumi's forehead, enjoying the loving atmosphere. However, Ai, feeling a tad jealous, interrupted their tender moment.

“Mom! You've had Dad to yourself all day! It's my turn now!”

Much to their surprise, the little girl suddenly shouted her complaints from between the two of them. They both chuckled and smiled happily at their pouting daughter.

“Someone seems a bit cranky. Look how popular I am, honey.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” Yumi replied with a playful retort.

With a final kiss, this time on the lips, Yumi left for the kitchen to prepare some snacks for their family night. Meanwhile, Ryujin decided to review the notes Ai had been engrossed in throughout the day, cherishing these precious moments with his daughter.

Much like her father, Ai possessed incredible talent when it came to understanding Attributes. Not only that, she had inherited her father's remarkable ability to decipher and comprehend any written text, map, or blueprint she encountered. This unique ability granted her a significant advantage in her studies, particularly in the field of reading. Ai was essentially born with this innate capability, allowing her to progress at an astonishingly rapid pace.

However, possessing this Attribute was only one aspect of the equation. To fully utilize it, one needed to be dexterous and intellectually sharp. Fortunately, with the loving guidance of her parents, Ai was blossoming into an exceptional individual.

As Ryujin examined his daughter's work, he was astounded by the coherence and depth of her theories and research. Despite her youthful nature in many aspects, she had displayed a remarkable capability in presenting her ideas. Among the numerous arguments and theories, one in particular captured the blue-haired man's attention.

“Humans possessing an Attribute? Could you elaborate on that?”

When it came to Ai's studies, Ryujin approached the matter with utmost seriousness. He took on the role of a genuine teacher when studying with his daughter, believing that simply doting on her would be a wasted effort. Ai understood and shared his dedication, determined to make her father proud. Both of them approached the subject with a sense of purpose and commitment.

“It was in one of the stories in the Book of Legends. That part about the secret map to the Fountain of Knowledge. It clearly stated that only those with special ability and Humans possessing an Attribute could read it. When you think about it, why would the legend mention something so specific if it wasn’t an actual fact?”

Ai's explanation and reasoning were impeccable. Ryujin felt an overwhelming sense of pride and admiration for his daughter's vast knowledge and maturity.

“Facts and legends aren’t a good match though. But I see where you’re going with this. Even so, there wasn’t a single Human with an Attribute documented in history yet.” he explained, thinking that the subject was over and done with. To his surprise, Ai pressed on.

“With that said, you can't prove otherwise, can’t you? Since the map turned out to be real, there might be a possibility of Humans possessing powers as well.”

In her eyes, he could see the curiosity and fascination of a child.

“Yeah. I believe it may be true. In fact, there’s more than enough of a possibility, given the number of Humans around the world.” he agreed with a smile.

Despite her extensive knowledge and overall mature demeanor, Ai was still his little miracle. It was a realization that sometimes eluded Ryujin during their study sessions. Now, as a father, he fully grasped the root of her fascination, and he knew what was about to come up.

“You seem awfully passionate about it. Ai, not again… You already know the answer, don’t you?”

In response, Ai expressed her discontent, throwing a small fit to emphasize her frustration. Her dissatisfaction was clear and sound.

“But Dad! I have the same powers as you! I can help you and mister Alastair decipher the map! I want to go with you and see the Humans too!”

Ryujin took a moment to gather his thoughts, realizing the depth of his daughter's concern, “Ai, someday you will. When our mission is complete, you will finally get to meet Uncle Alastair and everyone else too. But for now, be patient and focus on your studies.” he explained his reasoning calmly, fully aware of the concern and love his daughter and his wife shared. It was crucial to set clear boundaries from the beginning and remain assertive, ensuring their safety and the success of the mission.

Ryujin gently patted his daughter's head, setting aside the papers they were reviewing for the time being. Given the special circumstances, their study session was shorter than usual. Instead, he wanted to cherish this moment and spend quality time with his beloved daughter before his departure. The uncertainty of his return made this evening all the more precious.

As Yumi emerged from the kitchen with a prepared meal, she joined the father and daughter. Together, they celebrated their last evening together, savoring every moment late into the night. Laughter, love, and warmth filled the air as they created lasting memories that would sustain them during their time apart.

“She’s out like a light.”

Ryujin gently caressed his sleeping daughter's forehead, observing how peacefully she slumbered. After carefully tucking her into bed and ensuring her comfort, he stood up and joined Yumi outside the room.

“She wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. And… so do I.”

Yumi expressed her feelings with a bittersweet smile. Despite her efforts to remain positive, the weight of the situation was still evident.

With a mischievous grin, Ryujin scooped Yumi up bridal style. Her surprise and blushing face only made his smile wider, finding her adorable beyond words.

“I am coming back. No matter what.”

Ryujin's resolute declaration filled Yumi with reassurance, prompting her to close the gap between their lips in a tender and passionate kiss. In that fleeting moment, their love and trust were reaffirmed, further fueling Ryujin's determination.

“I know you will. I love you.”

They shared a knowing smile before their lips met once again. Their desire for each other grew, and they found themselves in their bedroom, cherishing each other's presence to the fullest. The impending journey seemed to fade away as they surrendered to their love and passion, knowing that their bond would provide strength and solace during the challenges ahead.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, rousing the couple from their sleep. Ryujin, still feeling a bit groggy, sat up in bed, and Yumi followed suit, wrapping her arms around him in a loving embrace. She sighed wistfully, knowing that the time for their parting was drawing near.

“Stay.” she muttered whilst strengthening her embrace.

“Wish I could. Sorry.” Ryujin, torn between his responsibilities and his desire to remain with his wife, kissed her forehead with a hint of reluctance.

He understood her plea but knew that he had to fulfill his duty.

“I had to try. Five more minutes, then.” Yumi negotiated.

“As you wish.” Ryujin acquiesced, willing to grant her small request.

They remained in each other's arms, cherishing those fleeting moments before the inevitable separation.

After their last few minutes together, it was time to prepare for the coming journey. Ryujin gathered his belongings and dressed accordingly. Everything else had already been arranged and loaded onto the waiting carriage the previous day. Now, there was only one final task left to do. Hand in hand with Yumi, he stepped out of the bedroom, ready to face what lay ahead. As expected, their daughter Ai was waiting for them at the door, anticipation gleaming in her eyes. A warm smile graced Ryujin's face as he approached his daughter and lifted her into his arms.

“I’ll be back before you know it. Until then Ai, I trust you to keep your mother and the village safe.” he spoke to her in a gentle and reassuring tone, his words carrying a deep sense of love and responsibility.

Yumi smiled and laid her head on Ryujin’s shoulder. As they stood together, Yumi could sense Ai's discontentment. She understood her daughter's desire to accompany Ryujin on the journey, given her dedication and fast progress in her studies. Ai's Attribute and the guidance of her parents had prepared her well for the challenges that may arise. Yumi herself had taken the initiative to teach Ai basic survival skills, ensuring she had the knowledge to take care of herself in the wilderness.

However, Ryujin, being protective and concerned for Ai's safety, was opposed to the idea of exposing her to potentially dangerous situations at such a young age. He believed that Ai lacked the necessary experience to venture out into the world.

“At least bring back a souvenir.” the girl demanded with a pout, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and excitement.

“Sure.” the father replied, his smile warm and reassuring.

After their exchange, a loud knock echoed through the house, breaking the tender moment. Ryujin gently let his daughter down and patted her head affectionately. He then turned to Yumi, who pecked him on the cheek, her smile filled with love. She was trying to remain strong for him, even though her heart was heavy with worry.

Ryujin opened the front door and was greeted by a familiar face – his childhood best friend, Akira. Akira was the first to volunteer for the expedition. His enthusiasm and trust in Ryujin's judgment inspired others to join as well.

“Hey there, buddy!” he exclaimed excitedly, his high-spirited behavior providing some relief after the tense morning. “Yumi. Good to see you’re doing well.” he added, respectfully addressing Ryujin’s wife.

Yumi smiled warmly as she stood beside Ryujin, expressing her gratitude to Akira.

“Likewise. Thank you for accompanying Ryujin on his journey.” she said sincerely. “Please, keep my husband safe.” she added, her voice filled with a mix of concern and trust.

Akira's eyes sparkled with determination as he reassured Yumi, his unwavering loyalty shining through.

“We’ve got each other’s backs, so don’t worry! Nothing bad is gonna happen.” he stated confidently, his words meant to ease her worries.

Ryujin, standing tall and composed, nodded in agreement with Akira's reassurances, “See? We’re well prepared to take on the world.” he affirmed half-jokingly to ease the tension.

Akira's attention then shifted to a young girl standing nearby, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes, “And who’s that over there? Little Ms. Future Village Chief herself!” he exclaimed with a playful tone, drawing everyone's attention to Ai, “We’re counting on you to keep everything running in our absence. Do you think you can handle this?” he asked, a mix of curiosity and encouragement in his voice.

Ai, slightly taken aback by the spotlight but determined nonetheless, stood up straight and looked Akira in the eye, “O-Of course I can! I’ve already promised dad!” she replied confidently, her voice tinged with a touch of excitement and a strong sense of commitment.

Akira laughed heartily, while Ai’s parents smiled at each other with pride. Ryujin waved both of his girls goodbye and went to mount his horse alongside Akira.

“If everything goes according to plan, we should get to Osata before midnight. Alastair will be waiting for us at the front gate.” he informed his men, who listened to their leader attentively.

After one last peek at his family in the distance, with a determined smile, he ordered his men to move out.

They moved deftly through the familiar route of the forest, one that was filled with history of their exploits. It was at this very road that Alastair and Ryujin had met. A slight grin grew on the Village Chief’s lips as he reminisced about the past.

It was about thirteen years ago, and his wife was freshly pregnant at the time. During one peaceful evening, Ryujin was informed of the increased activity of the Grendaliths. The Grendalith, known as the "Monarch of the Sylvan Wilds," is a mythical and awe-inspiring creature. Towering at twelve feet tall at the shoulder, its form is a magnificent blend of elegance and power. Grendalith's coat shimmers with iridescent hues, ranging from deep forest greens to ethereal blues and silvery whites, making it nearly invisible among the ancient trees. Its massive antlers, reminiscent of twisted tree branches, stretch wide and reach toward the heavens. These antlers are both its crown and its weaponry, capable of piercing through simple armors. The Grendalith's eyes, as large as tea cups, are pools of wisdom and ancient knowledge. Its gaze can pierce the soul of any intruder, leaving them paralyzed by the beauty and terror of the creature. Legends speak of the Grendalith's haunting, mournful call that echoes through the forest on moonlit nights, a song that can charm even the most savage of beasts. Yet, when provoked or when the balance of the forest is threatened, the Monarch of the Sylvan Wilds transforms into a relentless guardian, defending its domain with a ferocity that rivals the fiercest of mythical beasts.

Normally, Grendaliths roam the deepest and most secluded parts of the forest, so their sudden appearance so close to the village was more than a bit worrying. In a larger group, they can cause an immense mayhem to the home of the Elves.

Determined to keep his family and people safe, Ryujin formed a small party of six most capable warriors to chase off the wild animal.

“Okay, listen up. We’re not engaging in any unnecessary risks. Scare them away, keep your distance. If things escalate, fall back. Grendaliths are terrified of fire, so they shouldn’t attack you as long as you light up your torch. That is all. Now, let’s move out!”

Ryujin’s men roared for the glory of their leader. Their determination and spirit were immeasurable when it came to protecting their land and people.

The party moved out to stop the impending danger looming over them. Riding on a horse was out of the question. The Grendaliths would scare them, which would’ve lead to an unnecessary trouble. Ryujin and his men spread in a formation of ten meters from one another. This way, they could search more ground and alert other if need be. Due to the unprecedented nature of this emergency, it didn’t take long to locate the first one. Ryujin motioned to the two of his men, using hand signals, to light up the torches and engage the enemy. Slowly and cautiously, they narrowed the distance between them and the creature. Ryujin moved first, shouting and waving his torch in front of the beast. The Grendalith roared and stood tall in a defensive position. Normally, it’d run away right away, it was different this time. Soon, two of Ryujin’s men joined his leader in an attempt to scare the beast away. It was only then, that they realized that it was a trap. Before they could even react, they were surrounded by at least six more Grendaliths. Dealing with even one of them was both dangerous and difficult. Six of them, meant either certain death or permanent injury. Beads of sweat run down Ryujin’s face. He had to think fast on his feet.

“Climb the trees! Climb them now!” he shouted, ordering his men to take safety somewhere out of the beast’s reach.

As his men fled, Ryujin made himself a living bait, luring the attention of the pack surrounding them. His torch glimmered brightly, his only shield from certain death. Waving it around himself, he sought an opening to escape as well. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The Grendaliths seemed to have settled for him, and ignored his fleeting comrades.

Ryujin drew his sword, his survival instinct in a full overdrive. It was then that one of the Grendaliths managed to break through his pattern, and strike him with its massive hoof. Ryujin was thrown against the nearby rock, gasping for air. An immediate pain came crushing down on him from his side.

“Shit...” he stammered, clutching his side with and expression contorted with pain.

The pure force of the impact broke two of his ribs, making any kind of movement incredibly painful. One of the Grendaliths charged toward him, its antlers in front. With all the strength he could muster, Ryujin waited until the last second and jumped out of the way. He groaned in pain, his injury reminding him of its presence. While turning to lay on his back, he noticed the other beasts galloping to where he landed. Gulping loudly, Ryujin closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. However, much to his surprise, he heard a loud screech of one of the Grendaliths, followed by the sound of arrows.

“Flames?” he muttered out loud, his consciousness on the verge of failing.

The flaming barrage of arrows began to shower the beasts trying to kill Ryujin. He turned his attention toward the source of the sudden assault. There was a large figure of a man rushing forward with his blade drawn. With a swift and incredible precision, he threw the blade in the direction of Ryujin, or rather, slightly above him. It was then that the village chief had realized that one of the Grendaliths was behind him. The sword pierced the beast’s throat, causing the blood to flood out freely. Then, about thirty more people appeared right behind the raging warrior that saved Ryujin’s life. Before they knew it, the Grendaliths were forced to retreat back into the depths of the forest.

“Are you okay?” the man asked, reaching his arm toward Ryujin.

“You’re a Human, and yet you helped me. Why?” he asked in return, wary of the stranger.

“Why, you ask? Because you needed help.” he replied with little to no hesitation. “My name’s Alastair. Alastair Vaillant. I’ll ask again, are you okay? Can you stand?”

Ryujin looked both puzzled and conflicted. Humans were supposed to be the enemy of Elves and yet, there stood a man that was different, a living contradiction. Ryujin managed to stand back up on his own, forcing the pain back and trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“I think I might have broken a rib or two. I’m otherwise unharmed.” he finally confirmed, much to Alastair’s satisfaction.

Then, the rest of Ryujin’s men approached their leader, their weapons drawn at the sight of the humans. Swiftly, the village chief rose his hand, signaling them to stop.

“These Humans… these people are not the enemy. Sheath your weapons.” he ordered.

Both groups ended up setting a temporary camp to rest and recover. Ryujin received basic medical treatment with both healing magic, and traditional first aid. He would go through proper medical attention after returning home. For now, the bare minimum was enough.

Ryujin approached Alastair, who sat by the campfire by himself.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Not at all. Ryujin, right?”

“That’s right. Thank you, once again, for saving me. I owe you my life.”

Alastair smiled warmly at him in return and handed him a glass. With a puzzled expression, Ryujin smelled a strong and rich scent coming from the glass.

“This drink is… quite interesting.” Ryujin commented, visibly reluctant to try it.

Alastair let out a haughty laugh, putting his arm around the Elf’s shoulder, “I’ve heard rumors that Elves rarely drink! But trust me… It’ll help with the pain.”

Ryujin gulped with hesitation, his nostrils still irritated by the heavy scent of the offered beverage. He’d never tried something so strong himself, as it was one of the inventions of Humans, and deemed useless and destructive for one’s health. Nonetheless, the expectant gaze of the man that saved his life, and his own manners wouldn’t allow Ryujin to reject this gesture of kindness.

“Cheers, friend!” Alastair exclaimed, clinking their glasses in a toast.

Closing his eyes shut, with his breath held, Ryujin downed the entirety of the liquid inside his glass that was almost filled to the brim. Alastair stared in shock and disbelief as the Elf drank the entire glass of his strongest alcohol all at once.

After swallowing the contents of his glass, Ryujin’s expression contorted with disgust, his throat as if on fire. He coughed violently, barely able to catch a breath. Alastair smiled, a spark of challenge in his eye.

“You’re quite the drinker, Ryujin! But I won’t let you beat me!” he exclaimed, ferociously copying the Elf’s previous action, downing the alcohol in one go.

With a satisfied sigh, and a pleasant warmth spreading through his stomach and chest, Alastair poured another glass for both of them. Ryujin stared in horror, slowly feeling the effects of the consumed alcohol.

“I don’t think I *hic* should-…” before he could finish his word of protest, Alastair handed him the glass, raising it with a cheer.

“To our new friends and allies, cheers!” he shouted, much to the positive uproar amongst his men.

The other Elves seemed apprehensive about participating, looking to his leader for guidance. Ryujin, visibly intoxicated, lazily put his hand around Alastair’s shoulder as he stood up beside him.

“M-Men! *hic* You’ve heard my fr-fr-friend! Bottoms up! *hic*” Ryujin, following in Alastair’s footsteps, exclaimed.

Both Humans and Elves roared with excitement, allowing themselves to partake in the small festivity under the stars.

After a couple more drinks, both Alastair and Ryujin were completely drunk.

“I thought-… Listen up! Are you lishtening, Al? Don’t shleep!” he mumbled, shaking Alastair’s shoulders to wake him up.

“I’m listhening! Just reshting my eyes a little…” he mumbled in response, his chin resting on the table.

“So, like, I never thought-… *hic* I would be friends with a Human.” Ryujin muttered, barely making a coherent sentence.

Alastair stood up abruptly, his eyes burning with determination.

“We’re more than that *hic*! We’re brothars!”

The two men laughed heartily, embracing each other and cheering. The festivities ended soon after as everyone retired to their tents, either with their own strength, or dragged by their comrades.

The next day, Alastair woke up with the first glimpses of sunlight as he heard a familiar voice nearby his tent. He stretched his back and took a huge swig of water from his pouch.

Upon exiting the tent, he found Ryujin bent over behind the tree and puking.

“Ah… I may have gone too far last night.” he laughed and patted the Elven chief on his back.

“Alastair… Humans must be crazy to put themselves through something like this more than once…” Ryujin replied weakly, doing his best to resist the disgusting feeling at the back of his throat.

“It’s best to replenish yourself with something sweet after a night such as this. Some honey and a good meal and you’ll be good as new!” Alastair explained with vigor. “And lots of water, of course.” he added, throwing his pouch toward him.

Ryujin swallowed the water as if his life depended on it. He took a good minute to compose himself and sighed with relief.

“If my wife saw me right now…. I was quite careless…” he mumbled.

“Ha! I know exactly what you mean. My wife is a kind and caring soul but does not take lightly to my drinking habits.”

Ryujin stared grumpily at his companion before finally clearing his throat.

“Alastair. Your help is greatly appreciated. I hope you’ll forgive me for asking once again, but I need a solid explanation. Why did you save us? Aren’t we enemies?”

Alastair’s smile distorted into a serious frown as he sat at the nearby rock. With his posture straight and change in demeanor, he spoke with authority, “To break this cycle of violence, we have to lay a solid foundation. As a young boy, I was rescued by one of your kind. The man was later executed, unfortunately.” he explained, regret visible in his eyes. “I was but a child and couldn’t do anything then. But I’ve recognized the kindness of our so called enemy. I vowed to search for that kindness and understanding to make a difference.”

“I’m… surprised to say the least. And deeply honored to meet a man with such reasonable mind.” Ryujin replied politely, acknowledging the importance of Alastair’s claim.

The man smiled and unsheathed his knife. “Nevertheless, do not mistake my views for weakness. I’d slayed those of your kind who tried to hurt me, or those close to me. So if your intentions are of a malicious kind, I won’t hesitate to execute you on the spot.” Alastair warned Ryujin, displaying the determination and passion of a warrior.

The Elven chief smirked and juggled his blade in response, “Likewise, friend. I do hope however, that we can remain allies and avoid it.”

Alastair laughed heartily and extended his hand toward Ryujin.

“My brother, let us shape the future for the generations to come! This moment here, shall be forever written in history, I’m sure of it!”

“Then I’ll have to repay my debt to you soon, so the history can remember my heroism as well!” he replied, grasping Alastair’s hand with a firm handshake.

Thus, their friendship grew over the years, leading back to now.

As they approached the nearby village called Crieroug, they were welcomed with suspicious gazes and stares from the people living there. Ryujin and his men stood right outside the entrance when one of the soldiers from Osata approached them.

“By the order of Lord Alastair Vaillant, I’m to escort you and your comrades to the city. Please, keep together and do not wander off from the group.” the soldier announced.

Ryujin nodded, his hand placed firmly on top of the handle of his sword. As much as he trusted Alastair, he didn’t intend to let his guard down. It was the first time their meeting wasn’t on neutral ground.

“Hey, Ryu.” Akira leaned in closer and spoke in a hushed tone. “Are you sure we can trust these people? Look at their hateful gazes” he motioned toward the villagers around them. Ryujin, his expression composed, shook his head.

“Can you blame them, Aki? How would our people react if we were to bring a group of Humans back home?” the village chief inquired.

Akira acknowledged his point and decided to put his trust in the friend and the leader he knew.

The soldier escorting them glanced back upon hearing their concerned whispers. He took a deep breath and slowed down his horse to match their pace.

“Worry not. Old habits die hard, as they say. And though Lord Alastair tries his best to change the views of his people, not everyone is willing to accept it.” he reassured them with a smile of encouragement.

“Thank you.” Ryujin smiled and nodded at the man. “You’re one of the soldiers that accompanies Alastair during our meetings. It is great to see you in good health.”

“Ah, same here! I have to provide a good example, especially now. My boy is turning thirteen the day after tomorrow. He’s an aspiring knight, like his old man.” the soldier declared proudly.

“I can somewhat relate. I have a daughter at that age too. Children do remind us of what’s truly important, wouldn’t you agree?”

At that moment, Akira jumped in between the two of them.“Look at you two getting all buddy-buddy! Don’t leave me out, I’m gonna get lonely!” he mused, while pouting playfully.

“For a womanizer like you, Aki, this subject would be too boring.”

“Hehe, you know me so well…”

The three of them laughed, the tense atmosphere but a distant memory at this point. The soldier turned to Ryujin once more, “Who knows… Perhaps your daughter and my son will get to play together soon.” he suggested while hopefully at the sky.

“I’m sure she’d be thrilled to hear that.” Ryujin chuckled, an image of his excited daughter vivid in his mind, “I know it’s quite late to ask, but would you mind telling me your name?”

“Ah, of course!” the soldier placed his right hand on his heart and announced proudly, “I’m an elite soldier from the long line of royal guardians, Andrew Lionheart.”

“Andrew Lionheart…” he repeated quietly and nodded in acknowledgement, “I’ll definitely keep that name in mind. To make it formal, let me reintroduce myself as well. My name’s Ryujin, the village chief from Sylvan Forest. Thank you for you escort, sir Andrew Lionheart.”

“Just Andy is fine. We’re friends, after all.”

After that short exchange, Andrew sped up, leading the group ahead once more. It didn’t take long for them to finally reach the giant walls of the city. At the main gate in the distance, there stood a familiar figure waving from the distance.

“Alastair…” Ryujin whispered, a grin forming on his face. “Hello again, old friend.”

Within the city walls, the Elven group made their way toward the mansion, now accompanied by an even larger escort than before. As they progressed through the streets, they couldn't help but marvel at the architectural splendor of Osata and the vibrant life that pulsed through its busy avenues. Thanks to Alastair's presence, the usual hostility that Ryujin and his companions might have faced was almost entirely absent.

When they finally arrived at the mansion, they were greeted by a diverse staff composed of both Elven and Human heritage.

“Hey, Al” Ryujin whispered, “you never mentioned…”

Before he could finish his thought, Alastair placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, offering a gentle smile, “I’ve only recently hired them.” he explained, “They’re free to leave whenever they wish. These are refugees from the north, and all I did was provide them with shelter and an opportunity to work.” his tone was calm, yet it carried the weight of his sincerity, putting Ryujin's mind at ease.

“I don’t doubt your kindness. Thank you.” Ryujin replied, his tone sincere. He then turned to Akira, his voice firm with intent, “I want you to offer each and every one of them the possibility to return with us once our business here is concluded.”

Akira nodded, his expression resolute, fully understanding the gravity of the request.

Alastair smiled warmly, nodding as well, “I want you to know that I take no offense at your order. In fact, I was planning to extend the same offer to them once you arrived.”

“Come on, Al. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. If anything, I should apologize for being so cautious.”

Alastair chuckled softly, “Nervous, eh? Well, I have just the thing for that. It arrived from the capital only yesterday…” the excitement in his voice was palpable.

“No.” Ryujin cut in, his refusal immediate and decisive, “I’m never drinking with you again! It always ends with me doing something embarrassing…”

“But that’s the best part!” Alastair protested, his tone playful, though he quickly caught himself. With a sigh, he cleared his throat, adopting a more serious demeanor, “I suppose you’re right. This isn’t the time for that. Come this way.”

With that, Alastair led Ryujin into his private study, leaving the rest of the group outside under orders to wait. Once inside, Alastair moved with purpose, revealing a carefully folded piece of parchment from within his desk and laying it out before Ryujin. The room grew quiet, the weight of the moment settling in as they prepared to discuss the matter at hand.

“We found this in the ruins of an Elven temple, far to the north.” Alastair explained.

Ryujin leaned in, scrutinizing the piece of paper with a skeptical frown. It appeared to be completely blank, and he shifted his gaze between his friend and the unremarkable sheet before him.

“What makes you think this is it?” he finally asked, letting out a resigned sigh, “I don’t see anything.”

Without a word, Alastair retrieved a small knife from his belt. With a practiced motion, he pricked his finger and allowed a drop of blood to fall onto the parchment. As Ryujin watched, his curiosity piqued, the blank page began to transform before his eyes. Symbols emerged, their forms shifting and evolving in a constant, fluid motion. The previously empty surface was now alive with intricate designs, their shapes and sizes changing in a mesmerizing dance.

“What in the world? How is this possible?” Ryujin exclaimed, his voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You’d expect that fire might reveal something hidden, but blood?”

Alastair’s demeanor grew somber as he recounted the circumstances of the parchment’s discovery, “We were ambushed by survivors who mistook us for invaders. One of my men had his throat slit near this parchment, and when the blood touched it, the symbols appeared,” he said, tracing his finger over the cryptic text. “I’m at a loss; it all seems like gibberish to me.”

Ryujin’s focus sharpened as he activated his Attribute, his eyes intent on the shifting symbols. He studied the dynamic script with growing fascination, “Even with my power, I can barely keep up. It seems to be revealing clues about the Fountain, shifting according to our location. This is definitely a charm woven from multiple Attributes. It’s absolutely fascinating…”

As Ryujin immersed himself in the intricate complexities of the charm’s design, Alastair’s excitement overcame him. He sprang from his chair, wrapping his arms around his friend in a spontaneous hug and lifting him off the ground. His laughter rang out, rich with triumph and joy.

“I knew it!” Alastair exclaimed, “Now all that’s left is to follow your instructions.”

Ryujin, deep in thought, rubbed his chin thoughtfully before nodding in agreement, “I need to send word to my wife and daughter. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear this news.”

Alastair’s excitement was palpable as he beamed with anticipation. Both he and Ryujin set about preparing for the journey ahead, their movements infused with a sense of purpose and urgency.

As soon as Ryujin stepped out of the study, he shared the good news with his men and informed them of the imminent departure for the Fountain. While everyone was excited, Akira, Ryujin’s best friend, wasn’t too thrilled about the idea. Known for his typically easy-going nature, Akira’s demeanor was starkly serious when it came to political and military affairs.

Over the years, Akira’s trust in Ryujin had become increasingly strained as his friend’s relationships with Humans deepened. Although Akira was no rebel and had chosen to accompany Ryujin on this journey, he harbored growing doubts. The Fountain of Knowledge, a legendary and powerful artifact, was hidden precisely because of its dangerous nature. Akira was convinced that only Elves should have access to such a map, believing it was not meant for Humans. Despite Ryujin’s efforts to build bridges between their peoples, Akira’s allegiance remained firmly with his own kind, and his concerns about the journey weighed heavily on his mind.

Later that evening, Alastair hosted a small banquet to celebrate both Ryujin's visit and their recent discovery. The gathering was filled with lively conversation, laughter, and the enjoyment of delicious food and exquisite beverages. Amidst the revelry, Akira slipped away to the balcony, seeking a moment of solitude and fresh air.

Unbeknownst to Akira, Ryujin, ever observant and perceptive, noticed his absence. Intrigued by Akira’s sudden withdrawal, Ryujin followed him out to the balcony.

“You’ve been unusually quiet tonight,” Ryujin remarked, as he stepped onto the balcony where Akira was leaning against the railing, “Care to talk about it?”

Akira gave a dismissive snort, his expression betraying his unease, “I have a bad feeling about this, Ryu,” he said, his voice low and thoughtful, “What if Alastair has something planned against us? We’re outnumbered here, and I can’t shake the worry that he might betray us.”

Ryujin approached his friend with a firm and resolute demeanor, “Akira, listen to me.” he said with unwavering determination, “Alastair is a good man. He’s been an honorable ally, and over the course of thirteen long years, he has more than proven himself to be trustworthy.”

Akira clicked his tongue in frustration, straightening his posture as he addressed Ryujin. “That’s exactly the point. Thirteen years, and you still haven’t let him into our village,” he said, his voice edged with accusation. “Why? Because, despite everything, you don’t fully trust him. And honestly, that’s a healthy skepticism.”

Ryujin was momentarily taken aback by the intensity in Akira’s voice and the shift in his demeanor. He realized that he was no longer speaking to a friend, but to a deeply concerned member of his community. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Ryujin adopted a more serious tone in response.

“You know as well as I do that I have to consider the voices of my people,” Ryujin said, his tone resolute. “They’re still afraid, and I can’t blame them. Osata isn’t exactly welcoming to us, and accidents are always a possibility.”

“Let me be absolutely honest, then.” Akira crossed his arms, his expression set in a determined frown, “We should use the Fountain for military countermeasures. Even with our Attributes, our numbers are dwindling rapidly due to constant conflict. Humans hold the upper hand, and at this rate, we risk being wiped out.”

Ryujin was taken aback, his surprise evident as he stuttered in response. “I thought I could rely on you for this mission. We’re pursuing peace, not war,” he said, his gaze filled with disappointment.

Despite Ryujin's commanding presence, Akira remained steadfast in his stance. “Peace is fine, but we need to have an ace up our sleeve,” he insisted firmly.

Ryujin, unwilling to indulge what he saw as paranoia, took a deep breath to steady himself. He aimed to address the issue with as much logic and diplomacy as possible.

“Akira, what we’re striving for is synergy. Our people can gain valuable insights from Humans, just as they can benefit from our ways. The goal is mutual understanding and cooperation.”

Akira, however, was unmoved by Ryujin’s calm reasoning. His frustration became evident as he gritted his teeth and responded with a defiant edge, “We already live in synergy—with nature and its blessings. That’s why only Elves can wield Attributes.”

“Now, that’s just intellectually ignorant,” Ryujin retorted, his frustration rising, “We both know there’s no scientific proof supporting such claims.”

Before Ryujin could elaborate further, Akira cut him off with a sharp tone, “Humans poison the earth and the water. Just look at this city!” he gestured broadly, the view from the balcony framing the intricate, sprawling architecture of Osata, “They disrespect nature and take without giving anything back.”

Ryujin remained steadfast, his calm demeanor unshaken by Akira’s impassioned outburst, “That may be true in some instances, but that’s exactly why we need each other. We have the opportunity to teach them more sustainable practices and introduce them to our values. It’s through cooperation that we can address these issues and create a better future for all.”

While the banquet inside continued in full swing, its guests were blissfully unaware of the escalating tension outside. Ryujin, the village chief and the only one who could decipher the map to the Fountain, found himself locked in a heated argument with his longtime friend and trusted comrade, Akira. Disagreements between them were not uncommon, but this was different—it was about something profoundly significant and potentially life-altering. For Ryujin, Akira was the last person he would have expected to take such a starkly opposing stance.

As Ryujin grappled with his thoughts, he caught a glimpse of Akira’s clenched fists from the corner of his eye. Then, he heard something that made his blood run cold.

“I was considering a virus,” Akira said through gritted teeth, his expression hard to read, “One that could wipe out Humans while leaving us untouched. If the Fountain of Knowledge is real, I’m certain it could provide what we need.”

Ryujin’s eyes widened in horror, his voice rising in anger, “Have you lost your mind!? Genocide!?” he hissed, struggling to contain his fury.

The suggestion had pushed the village chief past his breaking point. The sheer insanity of Akira’s plan left him reeling, unable to maintain his composure any longer.

“In case they go back on their word!” Akira shot back, his defiance unyielding, “Think about your daughter and wife.”

“Don’t you dare bring them into this—” Ryujin began, but Akira continued, undeterred by Ryujin’s interruption.

“We secure what we need, then destroy the Fountain,” Akira laid out his plan with a grim determination, “We pursue the peaceful route for now, learn from it, and if it fails at any point in the future, we deploy our ultimate weapon.”

Ryujin stood there, his shoulders slumped as he absorbed the weight of Akira’s proposal. He locked eyes with his friend, searching for any trace of remorse, but found only steely resolve.

With a deep, weary sigh, Ryujin responded calmly, “And what if the formula falls into the wrong hands? What then?” he reasoned.

“Then we’ll secure the formula like we did with the map!” Akira responded eagerly, “You’ll have the final say.”

Ryujin’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disbelief, “So, you’re suggesting that I become the judge, jury, and executioner for millions? Innocent men, women, and children?” his tone was cold, laden with the weight of moral outrage.

“It’s cruel, but it’s necessary,” Akira countered, his voice steady but grim, “It’s either this or the alternative—your people, your children, your family.”

The starkness of Akira’s words cut deep into Ryujin’s heart, forcing him to confront an unimaginable choice. Ryujin scrutinized Akira’s face, searching for any sign of regret or hesitation, but found none. His friend’s resolve was unshakable, and the reality of the situation left Ryujin feeling trapped.

The weight of Akira’s plan pressed heavily upon him. His best friend, the one he had always relied on, had become a formidable threat to his values and the future he had envisioned. The gravity of the moment was crushing, and though it pained him deeply, Ryujin knew there was only one course of action left for him to take.

“Akira, I’m officially relieving you of your duties,” Ryujin declared with the authority and resolve of a true leader, “You are to return to the village and remain there until our expedition is over.”

Akira’s jaw tightened, his anger barely contained as he prepared to retort. However, Ryujin raised a hand and shot him a steely glare, signaling that the discussion was conclusively over. There was no room for further argument, and Akira’s expression of defiance was met with Ryujin’s unwavering firmness. With a final, frustrated look, Akira stormed off from the balcony, his mind set on leaving as soon as possible.

Ryujin sighed deeply as he leaned against the railing, the weight of the confrontation heavy on his shoulders. Just then, Alastair appeared, his cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the tension that had just transpired. He was about to invite Ryujin for a drink, but Ryujin spoke first.

“I’ll take that drink after all.” Ryujin said with a faint smile, “Maybe even two.”

Alastair’s face lit up with satisfaction, “Ha! Good thing my wife isn’t returning until tomorrow,” he chuckled, a haughty laugh escaping him. With that, he guided Ryujin back inside, eager to lift the mood.