The clear blue sky with no visible clouds created a peaceful atmosphere that enveloped the surroundings in the autumn season. During moments like this, brown leaves began to fall one by one from the tree branches, creating a breathtaking view in the Boszeven forest. Gentle winds rustled the leaves, covering the ground with a thin layer, as if the earth was peacefully sleeping in the charm of autumn. The sound of a flowing river in the distance added a soothing natural touch to the sense of hearing, making this moment an unforgettable one in the beauty of nature.
Ten years had passed since the Queen wholeheartedly handed her son, named Rozer, over to Zerenia, an older brother living deep in the dense forest. The decision was made from the depths of her heart for her childless brother.
Over these nine years, the young boy had grown and thrived under Zerenia's protection. The once intimidating forest had become a familiar home for him, filled with the secrets of nature and magic. He learned various arts from Zerenia, honing the magical powers that were inherent in him. All of this was preparation for the significant role that awaited him in the future.
Meanwhile, in a distant kingdom, the Queen had been struggling to maintain stability and peace in her rule, often longing for her beloved son. Yet, her courage to sacrifice her relationship with her child for the sake of her brother remained a heavy burden in her heart.
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Rozer was a striking and charismatic young man. His long, black hair was neatly tied back, falling onto his shoulders and adding character to his face. His sharp, brown eyes gave off an air of intelligence and courage.
Although he had a small stature, it was clear that hidden strength resided within him. His body was well-trained, revealing that he was diligent in practice and prepared to face any challenge that might arise. Rozer wore a short-sleeved black shirt that accentuated his strong arms, while his shorts allowed him to move freely during hunting.
His appearance reflected strength, agility, and a determination to grow, which became even more apparent when he was in the wilderness or preparing for an impending adventure.
Rozer, a gatekeeper's son from a small house near the Boszeven forest, felt his passion peak as autumn arrived, and he was called to hunt forest chickens in the forest.
On that morning, while the sun was still hidden behind the dense trees, Rozer prepared his equipment for venturing into the forest filled with fallen leaves. He meticulously checked his bow and arrows, ensuring that everything was in perfect condition for the hunt. He inhaled the fresh forest-scented air and then entered the Boszeven forest with enthusiasm.
Inside the quiet forest, Rozer moved cautiously, following the soft tracks of forest chickens that often disappeared among the fallen leaves. His ears were sharp like a predator, capable of hearing the rustling of leaves in the distance that might indicate the presence of his prey.
Several hours passed without success, but Rozer did not give up. He knew that patience was the key to hunting. Finally, with a swift and precise movement, he drew his bow and released his arrow with incredible skill. The arrow glided across the forest and hit the target perfectly.
As Rozer stood beside his successfully captured prey, he felt satisfied. He knew that the result of his hunt would provide enough food for his family when dinnertime arrived. With a heart full of gratitude and a light burden, he began his journey home through the Boszeven forest, contemplating the wonders of autumn and his skills as a skilled hunter.
Upon arriving home, Rozer spotted his father (Zerenia) busy harvesting potatoes in the small garden in front of the wooden house. With a smile on his face, Rozer approached his father and presented his catch. "Father," he said, while showing the forest chicken he had caught, "this is the result of my hunt in the Boszeven forest this morning."
His father stopped his work for a moment and looked at his son with pride. "Rozer, you're truly an amazing child," his father said while putting down the potato scoop. "I'm very proud of you."
As Rozer's father examined the forest chicken he had brought home, he couldn't hide his curiosity. "Rozer," he asked gently, "Why didn't you use magic to hunt forest chickens? With magic, it could be much easier."
Rozer pondered for a moment before giving his answer. "Father," he said, "I want to train my physical strength without relying on magic. And using magic to hunt is boring."
His father nodded in understanding, appreciating Rozer's decision. "You know, Rozer, many people think the same way. They consider that physical strength and skills are very important. I support your choice, as long as you are always cautious and know your limits."
Rozer's gaze shifted to the door of the house's fence, where two figures appeared in his sight. The gentle midday sun reflected on his long, neatly tied back black hair, creating a dramatic scene. His sharp brown eyes watched warily, and his facial expression displayed caution.
The two approaching figures seemed familiar to Rozer. They were dressed differently from what was usual in his small village, raising suspicion. While Rozer, small but visibly strong, stood with a readiness to face whatever might happen.
As the two figures got closer, Rozer's heart started beating faster. It was his mother (Tania) and someone he referred to as Uncle Staal.
Rozer's mother was an elegant woman whose appearance reflected wisdom and depth. Her long, blonde hair cascaded beautifully, creating a striking contrast with the white blouse and black skirt she wore. What caught one's attention was the brownish-gray cloak that enveloped her white dress.
Her eyes were blue and radiated warmth and kindness. As she moved, the brownish-gray cloak followed each of her graceful movements, adding a mysterious aura to her appearance.
Rozer's mother was a wise and firm presence, always ready to provide advice and wisdom to Rozer.
"Mother and Uncle Staal are here."
When his mother arrived, she was immediately curious about the dead forest chicken Rozer had brought. With great curiosity, she asked, "Rozer, why did you bring this dead forest chicken?"
Rozer enthusiastically recounted his morning hunting adventure with great detail. His eyes sparkled as he described his journey into the Boszeven forest, how he had pursued his prey, and eventually succeeded in catching it.
His mother's eyes widened in disbelief as she listened to what he had to say. "Hunting forest chickens in the Boszeven forest?! Rozer, why would you do something so dangerous?" she exclaimed loudly. Her voice reflected deep fear and concern about what Rozer had done.
"It's not dangerous at all. I got permission from Dad too." Rozer commented.
His mother rubbed her forehead. "Goodness, no nine-year-old should be wandering around and hunting in the Boszeven forest."
"Here." Rozer said.
"Rozer, quiet!" his mother said and then gave a skeptical look to the father who allowed Rozer to hunt.
Zerenia, looking guilty, smiled wryly. "You should know Rozer's magical abilities... To him, this forest is like a playground." He tried to justify himself.
"But being able to shoot famously agile forest chickens means that archery practice is over. " Uncle Staal, who looked muscular due to the sleeve
Tank top and shorts he wore, but the most striking thing was the long scar across his face. He was the one who always trained Rozer's martial skills. "Maybe I will add to your training." he added.
"Eek!" muttered Rozer. 'Let's run away,' Rozer thought while running into the house.
Father, mother, and Uncle Staal laughed at Rozer's response.