As Herben opened his eyes, the familiar scene of a sunlit noon greeted him. A gentle breeze carried a hint of chill, perfectly balanced by the warmth of the sun. He stood up, taking a moment to appreciate the breathtaking landscape that enveloped him. In the distance, he spotted Atlas traversing the land, carrying yet another fallen creature destined for their meal.
Atlas approached with his deep voice resonating through the air, "Are you hungry yet?"
Herben replied somewhat shyly, "Yes, I suppose I am."
With a cheerful demeanor, Atlas commended Herben, "You did remarkably well yesterday. I never anticipated you to mature with such rapid growth, and in your abilities or your utilization of Arora."
Perplexed, Herben inquired, "ohh, what did I do?"
Atlas chuckled warmly, realizing the confusion in Herben's eyes. "Well, come and assist me in cooking this Grayhoof. Over lunch, we shall discuss what transpired and shed light on the mysteries that unfolded. I, for one, am famished," he added as he began the process of skinning the creature.
Atlas served Herben another generous portion of grayhoof, urging him to consume it down to the bones while he embarked on an explanation of the Arcane Arts and Arora.
"In this realm and everything within it, we rely on a force known as Arora. It is the lifeblood that sustains us, the power that fuels our existence. Arora exists in its purest form as Arcane, and it is from this source that we draw our strength to navigate our daily lives. The food you eat converts into a small amount of Arora, enough to sustain you. However, the majority of your Arora originates from the realm itself, from the wellspring of Arcane. Arcane can manifest in various forms, primarily Ernia for the body, and though there is also Necron, you won't encounter many who possess the ability to harness it. Well, at least I don't know anyone who can..."
With his mouth full, Herben struggled to comprehend the weight of Atlas's words. The concepts seemed to soar above his understanding, leaving him awestruck and struggling to grasp the depth of the knowledge imparted by Atlas.
With their bellies now satisfied, Herben contemplated asking Atlas about their plans to proceed towards Kajban. However, before he could voice his question, Atlas anticipated his curiosity and asked, "Are you ready?"
Perplexed, Herben inquired, "Ready for what?"
A gleam of excitement sparkled in Atlas's eyes as he replied, "The same thing we did yesterday."
Herben's uncertainty lingered as he tried to recall what exactly they had done the day before. In that moment, Atlas once again grasped Herben's arms gently but firmly, instructing him, "Alright, just like yesterday. Close your eyes and relax. Feel what lies within you." And so, Herben followed the guidance, closing his eyes and allowing himself to surrender to the experience.
Days turned into weeks, and Herben had lost track of time. He had resigned himself to the peculiar routine of his training with Atlas, even though the unanswered questions continued to nag at him. Atlas would toss queries in his direction, teasing him with fragments of knowledge but never providing the complete answers.
One chilly morning, as Herben awoke and noticed the subtle drop in temperature, Atlas was nowhere to be found. Taking advantage of the solitude, Herben decided to take a short walk to warm himself up. Climbing onto a nearby rock, he surveyed his surroundings and was met with a disconcerting sight. The area was strewn with bones and debris, devoid of the natural beauty he once admired. It resembled more of a desolate graveyard than a vibrant landscape. Just as he was taking in the unsettling scene, Atlas's voice resonated in the distance, calling out if he was hungry yet. A shiver ran down Herben's spine, but he quickly composed himself and descended from the rock, feigning nonchalance as he responded affirmatively. Atlas noticed Herben's reaction and reassured him, mentioning that nature would inevitably reclaim its space, and they would only be present for a short while longer. He hinted that Herben should prepare himself for what was to come.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Herben inquired, "Ready for what?"
A smile graced Atlas's face as he replied, "Oh, to learn the Art of Arcane."
Herben's excitement surged within him, barely containable. The promise of uncovering the secrets of the Arcane Arts was a prospect he could hardly keep to himself. Atlas assured him that, in due time, he would possess a comprehensive understanding. During their lunches, they engaged in small talks, but Herben's reality revolved around the dual cycle of nourishment and honing his burgeoning powers.
As Herben awakened to another morning, he sensed a distinct chill in the air. The sky above was adorned with heavy clouds, hinting at the possibility of rain. It was a departure from the usual weather, and Herben couldn't help but notice the change in atmosphere.
Herben's mastery over his Arora had grown significantly. He could now manipulate its energy, guiding its flow throughout his body with ease. The intricate control he had acquired was exactly what Atlas had been guiding him towards. Herben's ability to harness and direct his Arora was a testament to his progress and the fulfillment of Atlas's expectations.
As Herben's mastery over his Arora grew, he found himself becoming more attuned to the energy not only within himself but also in his surroundings. He could sense the presence of Arora emanating from everything around him, creating a heightened sensitivity that made him feel as if he were submerged in a vast ocean of energy. This sensation weighed upon him, creating a sense of pressure that he struggled to adjust to.
Curiously, amidst this sea of Arora, Herben realized that he could no longer perceive Atlas's presence when he closed his eyes. It was as if Atlas's essence eluded his senses. Before he could voice his concerns, however, Atlas spoke, acknowledging the chilling winds of approaching winter and suggesting they resume their journey towards Kajban. Herben knew there would be time for questions later, so he chose to trust Atlas's guidance and obeyed his command.
Their journey continued along the majestic mountains of Drakia, with their sights set on the southern direction. They walked together peacefully, savoring the breathtaking views and the diverse creatures they encountered along the way.
Days before reaching Kajban, they stood before the land, viewing remains of what once stood there, seemed hardly like anything, Brocken hands and other structures emerged from the ground.
In a realm of old, where legends unfold, Stood a land built by hands, a story yet untold.
From north to south, this sacred ground, Where horses thundered, their hooves resound.
Upon the earth, we forged our claim, A home for all, with hearts aflame.
Our children flourished, strong and free, Their spirits soaring, like birds in a sea.
The wind whispered secrets of ancient lore, The sea whispered tales, forevermore.
In their depths, our power thrived, The horses' fire, in them we strived.
But now, alas, a change has come, The land of men, its time is done.
Beneath the soil, its legacy remains, Echoes of glory, bound in chains.
Gone is the song that once we sang, Now silence reigns, like a mournful pang.
Yet, in the depths of this hidden age, Hope still flickers, on history's page.
For in the hearts of those who yearn, The embers of the past, forever burn.
Though shadows fall upon the land, Our spirit lingers, hand in hand.
So raise your voice, let it resound, In memory of a world once crowned.
And let our children, our legacy true, Rekindle the flame, and start anew.
As Herben and Atlas made their way through the forgotten land, Herben's mind was filled with curiosity about the history and demise of this once bustling place. The ruins and remnants of structures hinted at a glorious past that had now faded into obscurity. How had this land fallen into oblivion? What events had transpired here? These questions swirled in Herben's thoughts, making the world around him seem vast and full of mysteries waiting to be unraveled.
Their journey led them closer to civilization as they encountered more humans along the way. Some were on horseback, traversing the land with purpose, while others toiled in the fields, tending to crops that sustained their communities. The closer they approached Kajban, the busier and livelier the surroundings became. The sights and sounds of human activity filled the air, creating a sense of bustling energy and anticipation. Yet still they had to walk field upon field of barren land until kajban.
Herben realized that the world was indeed vast, with countless stories to be discovered and knowledge to be acquired. It was an overwhelming realization, but he found solace in the presence of Atlas, who guided him through this journey of exploration and growth. With each step forward, Herben embraced the unknown, eager to uncover the secrets that lay ahead.
As nightfall descended upon them, Atlas led Herben towards a peculiar-looking dwelling. The structure appeared to be nothing more than a humble hut with its roof nestled against the ground. However, Atlas approached it with confidence, knowing that beneath the surface lay a hidden abode. Atlas opened the door of hut made of hay and wood, revealing a concealed manual door.
Beyond the door, a hidden underground chamber awaited them. It was a surprising sight for Herben, who had never encountered such a dwelling before. The walls were sturdy and made of stone, providing a sense of security amidst the darkness. Atlas knocked on another door within the courtyard, and a weary man opened it, half-asleep. However, despite his fatigue, the man kindly agreed to provide Atlas and Herben with shelter for the night.
Herben marveled at the generosity of the people in these lands. It seemed that helping those in need was deeply ingrained in their hearts. Even though they were strangers, they were welcomed with open arms, provided with food, and given a safe place to rest. It was a testament to the compassion and kindness that existed within this community, making Herben feel grateful and reassured in their presence.
The underground chamber, concealed beneath the humble exterior of the hut, was a marvel of craftsmanship and warmth. The walls, skillfully constructed with a blend of clay, earth, and sturdy timber, exuded a sense of rustic elegance. Intricate patterns, reminiscent of ancient tapestries, adorned the earthen surfaces, depicting tales of heroes, mythical creatures, and the harmony of nature.
The colors that danced across the walls were vibrant and varied, as if an artist's brush had gently kissed each stroke with care. Rich hues of deep reds, earthy browns, and soothing blues mingled together, creating a mesmerizing mosaic that spoke of a rich cultural heritage. Gold accents, delicately applied, caught the flickering firelight and cast an ethereal glow, infusing the chamber with a sense of awe and reverence.
Beyond the main chamber, a labyrinthine network of interconnected rooms unfolded, each veiled with an air of mystery and purpose. These sanctuaries, adorned with intricately carved wooden archways and sturdy pillars, embraced an array of functions. Some served as sleeping quarters, adorned with plush rugs and soft bedding that invited weary travelers to find solace and rest. Others were small nooks, filled with bookshelves and ancient tomes, inviting intellectual exploration and the pursuit of knowledge.
Its arched ceilings and peaceful atmosphere, Natural light streamed through small, strategically placed windows, casting gentle beams that danced upon the textured surfaces. The scent of fragrant herbs and spices wafted through the air, adding a subtle touch of serenity to the surroundings.
In this underground haven, generations of Graden's family had carved out a space of comfort and respite. It stood as a testament to their craftsmanship, love for beauty, and reverence for the world around them. It was a sanctuary where weary travelers like Atlas and Herben found shelter, solace, and the warmth of kinship amidst the vastness of the outside world.
Atlas, Herben, and the stranger, Graden, sat by the fire, surrounded by Graden's nine sons, their eyes wide with curiosity. Atlas, ever the raconteur, initiated a lively discourse.
Atlas: I offer my deepest gratitude for your hospitality, may the ladies of Fezz bless your family. Your benevolence warms our hearts as much as this fire warms our weary bones. I am known as Atlas, and this young lad by my side is Herben.
Graden: Atlas and Herben. Your arrival is a pleasant surprise in these lands. I am Graden, and these are my nine sons. We have always held the tradition of aiding those who traverse our paths. Rest assured, you are among friends.
Herben: Thank you kindly, Master Graden. This city and home is unlike anything I have seen before. It teems with life and ...
Laughed Graden: Welcome to our humble abode, Herben and you shall always be welcome. This city, though bustling and unfamiliar, carries within it a unique allure. Its streets echo with stories and unveil the wonders of each passing day. Pray tell, what brings you both on this extraordinary journey?
Atlas: Long tale my master...
Lurbba: and a long night we got, some tea perhaps.
As the night unfolded, tales were spun, laughter echoed through the chamber, and bonds formed between Atlas, Herben, and Graden's generous family. In the warmth of kinship, the hours slipped away, leaving both Herben and Atlas humbled by the generosity and camaraderie they had encountered on their arduous yet rewarding sojourn.
With the break of dawn, Herben and Atlas resumed their journey, bidding farewell to Graden and his gracious family. Graden had ensured that their provisions were plentiful, providing them with sustenance for the road ahead. A bundle of nourishing food was carefully prepared, neatly wrapped in cloth, and placed within their travel bags.
Herben, feeling a renewed sense of energy and purpose, shouldered his pack with a determination in his eyes. Atlas, ever the guiding presence, offered a reassuring smile and a nod of approval. They both knew that the road would be long and arduous, but with each step, they moved closer to their destination, Kajban.
The morning air was crisp and filled with a gentle breeze that whispered through the trees. The landscape unfolded before them, a tapestry of rolling hills and lush greenery. The scent of wildflowers and the melodious chirping of birds serenaded their path, creating a harmonious symphony of nature.
As they ventured forward, the food provided by Graden sustained them, providing nourishment and fuel for their bodies. With each bite, they tasted the generosity and goodwill of the people they had encountered on their journey, cherishing the bonds formed and the kindness bestowed upon them.
Together, Herben and Atlas strode forward, their spirits intertwined with the promise of adventure and discovery. The road stretched before them, winding through majestic landscapes and unknown territories, awaiting the tales that would be woven along their path. And with their provisions secured, they continued their odyssey, eager to unravel the mysteries that awaited them in the ancient city of Kajban.
to be continued ...