There stood cabins upon cabins in a green, vast plain. Forests were plenty, the verdance of nature was not overlooked by the travellers that passed by. While far away from the main city that stood in the continents of Azeah, this was one of the peaceful towns that were not in deep control of the Empire.
The town of Helbut was one of the rural regions that stood miles away from the capital of Louis. It stood next to the region of Kelest that stood next to the boundless seas of Arvadt. Kelest was one of the destinations picked by travellers, mostly due to the opportunities that you can gain and some as this part of the land stood in one of the main routes of trading to the continent.
While sealife was dangerous as it lied in the path of hurricanes and such, the warmth of the beaches was healing to those who wants to free themselves from any disability. This part was controlled by the Empire of Louis where sea beasts were controlled monthly to ensure trading is not halted between the other continents and the Empire.
Meanwhile, in the town of Helbut, in a small cabin lied a family of three. Composed of farmers that worked daily, it was a hard yet earnest life. Cassel, the mother of Gelid, currently a 6 year old, was working frantically in the tiny and modest house.
She was making lunch for her husband that's about to return home from farmwork. Other than that, she went to the well to get water for consumption and for laundry. The clothes were currently being dried outside in the warm radiance of the sun.
While this was happening, Cassel was babysitting her own son while waiting for Herman to return back to the cabin. She caressed him in her laps, singing folk songs about the legends of heroes and their victorious tales hoping he might be able to learn it.
While she sang it, she did not know that her child already had a form of knowledge, a knowledge from his past life. He was looking all around the room, a seeming frown forced on his face.
"Where am I?" He thought. It was a beautiful paradise untainted by growing buildings and the mechanical noises of vehicles.
Scouting around with the use of his hands and feet, crawling around the room.
"Heh, they learn so fast." His mother said with a happy smile; her teeth sparkling white.
He crawled until he saw a door. He knew that it was the doorway towards the sleeping quarters.
The new memories of being carried from and to this room was like a warm hug. The touch of his mother's hand, laid in her elbows, softly swinging and singing lullabies to let him return to the soft dreamland.
Cassel picked him up once more and set him on her lap.
It was strange for him to feel the loving touch of a parent, knowing that he had other parents from his past life.
"What happened to them?" He frantically thought. Knowing the fact he had a new life, but he still could never leave his old identity behind.
The happiness and pain he went through were spent alongside his treasured family.
They bonded together, enjoyed their time with each other.
This was hardly a thing to ever pass by in the old universe.
The head of the family, the father, was given the role of working day to night and return back to his home to repeat this unending task for money.
The foundation of the family, the mother, worked tirelessly; doing household chores and the like to help her husband to raise their children.
While this was the natural movement of families, this sometimes led to the child not seeing his father many times a day. Sometimes the child never found love while he was at work.
In some families, even the child was left to a caretaker as even the mother worked like the father.
Their caring love was what stimulated the child's growth.
Those who lived in an urban area had to deal with more stress, having been fit into a small land, to go to work on the monotone walls of an office.
Ordered around, they had to deal with this even more. Sometimes, they even hurt their children as a form of adapting. They may even drink alcoholic beverages to escape their urges.
His old life was a complete demand, something that everyone deserved, but could never gain.
While he reminiscing, his mother saw him in a weird mood.
"Weird, why is he staring towards the air?"
A soft laughter that came from her mouth.
She was quite happy at least from the seemingly strange behavior her own son emitted, setting him as an oddball.
As she did so, the creaking of a door was heard in the house. Herman stood at the doorway with his tools and with a small bag containing grains.
"Honey, I'm back!" He said with glee and humor. He had many stories from the field he had to tell to his beloved.
He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. He loved his family and stood by them.
Although he did not have magic, his body was well defined after all the hardwork he puts on the field.
While this was the case, there were still no food in the table, so she got to work.
Taking out the stock she prepared from the leftover bones and vegetables, she put the stock to lay down at the table.
Afterwards, she went out to the garden behind their cabin and took the likes of onions, lemongrass and such.
The father then brought out the small cauldron and placed it on some firewood outside the home.
Pouring a quarter of the stock, he then lit up the wood and boiled the liquid.
As the pot is heating up, he took out the fins and scales with a knife, cut into the middle and then bled the fish dry.
After a while, the mother was cutting the vegetables for the soup, his father had already set the fish onto the boiling cauldron and then tops the stock with the hard, rooty vegetables.
Nearly an hour had already passed, and so they began to place the fragile leafy vegetables onto the soup before finally putting out the fire and placing the cauldron onto the table.
The smell was tempting to the nose of Gelid, but still, he couldn't speak up to ask for a plate immediately as he was still a child.
Alas, he had to wait...