After deciding to stay with Mythro, some rules were imposed on Namhr. Mythro being a man, would have to learn to strengthen his body and then cultivate, as he would have to work like anyone else in the village, this is something that could not be discussed.
She would have to teach him how to speak, write and the customs of people in the abyss.
- All this will be done father, now, Mythro, let's play!
Fashr hands Mythro on Namhr's lap and she runs off down the hall that leads to the room, and eventually to the exit.
She finally opens the door and runs into a man.
- Namhr, is your father?
- Mr. Mitri. Yes, he is.
Namhr turns to fetch her father but finds him in the back.
- You can leave Namhr, I'll work things out here.
Namhr quickly passes the door and runs through the village land.
- Fashr, how was the trip?
- Rewarding. I will finally be able to pay that old debt.
- I received this letter yesterday. - Mitri takes a letter from the pocket of his wolfskin coat.
- Yes, I sent it, I sent it through Josom, a good man.
- He handed it to me with tears on his hands.
Both laugh.
- Come in, come on. Krima, make tea, we have a guest.
Krima appears quickly in the room and when she confirms who the guest is, she goes out the back to prepare something on the small wood stove.
Fashr takes Mitri to the chairs in the living room, they both sit down and start talking.
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Namhr takes Mythro down the dirt paths and eventually other children start to follow.
- Miss Namhr, who is this?
- It's Mythro, he's going to live with us.
They run and talk, full of energy.
- He doesn't have the marks on his neck!
- I'll still teach you.
- But we are not marked from birth? How has he not yet?
- I don't know, but don't worry, Mythro is a man and will cultivate so he can work as all of us when we grow up!
- I want to take care of the numeral!
- I want to hunt animals!
In the village of Fashr, everyone starts farming from a young age, but everyone has little talent. So they focus on day-to-day work. Everything was implemented so that they understand that working to improve the village is equivalent to living better and enjoying life better.
Namhr, finally when they climb a patch of red soil with several trees, and then she puts Mythro on the ground.
- First, we will teach you how to walk!
- He doesn't know how to walk?
- With that age?
Children start to laugh.
- Stop laughing, Mythro will take that handwriting. In fact, Mythro and I will be the strongest adults in the village in the future!
- I want to see that!
- Hmph!
The children then disperse and begin to play in their respective groups.
- Mythro, you can't let anyone talk to you like that, they're all silly! Comes.
She puts little Mythro in an upright position and begins to guide him on how to walk.
In just a few minutes Mythro is already walking normally.
- That ... It looks like you just forgot.
- Maybe.
- Hm?
Namhr then starts to look Mythro deep in the eyes, she looks at him whole and then asks:
- You spoke?
- Yea.
- Well, yours!
She starts messing up his hair.
- Namur, stop, stop!
- It's not Namur, it's Namhr, Namhr!
Then raindrops start to fall.
- What is it?
- Rain, let's go.
- Rain? Does it hurt?
- No, but you can get wet and get cold, and you can catch some serious illness.
- Disease?
- That's when you get bad.
- I do not understand anything. Why would I be sick if it's something that comes from heaven?
- Oh, you ask too much!
Several lightnings and thunders start to sound and Namhr takes Mythro by the hand and they both run to Fashr's house.
- Namhr, Mythro!
Krima is already at the door waiting for you. They arrive quickly and are given clothes to dry.
Namhr turns to the sky and looks at the lightning.
- What's it?
- Look, Mythro, if one day we become super experts, I want to practice the power of lightning!
- Because?
- Because the sun is a huge source of light, which makes us forget any darkness. This leaves everyone with a greater sense of security. But only the lightning in the sky, on a cloudy and dark day, that illuminate the paths. I want to be a light in the dark, a bright glow that everyone would recognize, and I will be awaited, as the companion of the rain. I want to be the thunder, to intimidate my enemies, the lightning that gives light, and the lightning that punishes!
- Then I'll be like that too!
- So let's try hard!
Namhr laughs as she hugs Mythro's little neck. Krima looks at both with great tenderness.
For Namhr, these were not words thrown in the wind, if she can be, she will be. And especially for Mythro, he feels in his being that some words do not match eloquence, but the desire to be thunder, lightning, and lightning. This is something that can be achieved.
And so two years passed, in those two years the whole village was completely changed. More houses were built, new, stronger, and more useful materials were purchased
to strengthen the village and all its agriculture and livestock. More young people were able to cultivate and women who were previously left out for household chores also joined the ranks of cultivation experts. Until now, only Namhr was able to cultivate, as she had the most access to knowledge that her father had about cultivation; books and stories that were passed down from her ancestors.
Mythro quickly learned to do everything and soon started to help at Fashr's house, as Namhr did not like him to work with the other boys and men, as they always irritated him because he only learned to walk the height of someone five years old.
And Mythro always beat them with the same words.
- I will be the thunder, lightning, and lightning of the skies! I will be the strongest in the abyss, along with Namhr! You will recognize me!
And they always laugh at those words.
- You will have to start farming first, right? And that will only happen in 3 years when you are 10 and your little body can handle some cosmic energy.
- I already support cosmic energy, my talent is superior! Look.
Mythro then concentrates and in his hand, a little blue glow appears.
- This!
Everyone gets scared, starts farming at 7, this is something that none of them ever managed to do!
- This can only be witchcraft, no one from the abyss can do this, our bodies are polluted by the negative energy that emanates from the crack!
- I came from outside, Namhr told me that's why.
- Yes ... you also don't have the marks of cultivation method, it should be impossible, are you a half-human ... a Markho?
- There are rumors that Markhos are born with the cultivation!
- True, I never saw or heard anyone say of Mythro cultivating, was that already inside him and he hid it from us?
- What are you talking about? I'm not half-human!
- That's right! Mythro is different from us, but he is not a killer like the Markhos, stop confusing right and wrong based on how little you know!
A female voice travels, it is Namhr, coming to protect Mythro.
- Namhr! - Mythro is happy to see her, moments ago he had been very nervous about the conversation.
- MS…
The others are more scolding.
- I don't want to hear you talking about Markhos anymore, there is no Markhos in the abyss and never will be!
Namhr then takes Mythro's shoulder and takes him to their makeshift home.
- Tch, although you say that, who guarantees security if he goes?
Still, when a false idea of danger is implanted in small minds, they haunt those few cults.
- What are these half-humans called Markhos?
- They are monsters that share human genes with monsters. The problem is not even if they are half-human, but their wild mind, they kill everything they see. So everyone came to fear them.
Mythro is quiet while listening, he compares himself to Markhos.
- You are not a Markho, although your talent for cultivation is enormous, you are not a murderer.
- But ... What if I ever become one? I have seen in some legends that a cultivator must ascend amidst many bodies.
- The road to cultivation is long, if you kill whoever wants to kill you, are you the killer?
- No!
- So, if the bodies pile up behind the path you walked, unlucky theirs, but if you seek the death of good people by power, then this is another case.
- Yes, Namhr!