In a certain place within the Holy Roman Empire, there was a village named Evergreen Village. It was named so because it was nestled within a forest, far from any danger. The forest was lush and had crystal-clear water flowing directly from the mountains.
"Hahaha, try to catch me!" A ten-year-old boy was playing tag with his friend.
"WAIT UP!" shouted one of the children chasing, both being ten years old.
"Hahaha, you're so slow!" the child being chased replied with laughter.
"Harith, come home!" A woman stood in front of the house, calling for her child.
"Yes, Mom," Harith replied as he ran toward the house.
"Daro, come here, it's getting dark!" another mother called to her child.
"Y-yes, Mom!" the child ran towards his mother.
That night, Daro and Harith were at the temple, praying to the god Hyaman, whom they worshipped and believed in.
"God Hyaman, we pray that our future days will proceed smoothly without any disturbances or problems," Harith said with his eyes closed.
"God Hyaman, I hope that someday I can become the strongest warrior in this country," Daro said while closing his eyes.
After praying, Harith and Daro looked at each other and then laughed together.
Several other boys were also seen praying to God Hyaman, whom they believed to be an Outer God.
Harith turned to Daro and asked, "What do you think God Hyaman looks like?"
Daro smiled and answered, "He is a deity, Harith. It is impossible for us to see him with our naked eyes. Entities like Him transcend our understanding, even beyond our words. God Hyaman is not something we can fully comprehend; He is a force that oversees everything, far beyond our realm of thought."
Harith nodded, trying to understand his friend's explanation. "That makes sense... We can only feel His presence through prayer and faith."
Harith's mother, Emilia, approached after hearing their conversation. "Haha, what Daro says is true, Harith. God Hyaman is called the 'Outer God' because He is beyond our understanding and capacity for thought. 'Outer' means outside, indicating that He is beyond the dimensional structure we inhabit now. He transcends existing hierarchies."
Harith and Daro listened attentively and then nodded. "I see. No wonder God Hyaman is called the Outer God," Daro said.
Harith thought for a moment and then asked, "So who created God Hyaman?"
Emilia paused to consider her answer. "We don't know for sure who created God Hyaman, as millions of years ago our ancestors could only describe the existence of angels who came to earth and the world we live in now. However, not everything can be fully explained. Some believe there are other worlds with higher dimensional levels, like the fifth dimension and beyond. What we believe is that God Hyaman was not created because He is the Creator Himself."
Daro looked at Harith's mother with a serious expression and asked, "So, Aunt, does that mean the Outer God is the Absolute Deity who was not created from anything?"
Harith's mother looked at Daro and nodded. "Yes, that's right."
Harith turned to Daro and asked, "Daro, how do you know?"
Daro answered, "I often read books about the Outer God at the village library."
"Oh, I see," said Harith.
"Well, unfortunately, I don't like reading books," Harith said somewhat reluctantly.
Daro's mother, Caraline, approached and said, "Daro, let's go home. Mom has cooked your favorite dish."
Daro looked at her with a thin smile and replied, "Okay, Mom!"
Caraline shook hands with Emilia. "I'll head home now."
Emilia chuckled lightly and smiled. "Alright then. I'll head home as well."
Harith shook hands with Daro. "Goodbye, see you tomorrow," Harith said with a faint smile.
"Yes, see you tomorrow, Harith," Daro said with a smile. He and his mother left the temple, leaving behind the dim light and the peaceful evening atmosphere.
They walked along a path lit by small lamps, heading towards their home in the village. The forest around the village was calm, with the rustling leaves whispering softly in the night wind. Occasionally, the sounds of night insects added to the peaceful atmosphere, making their journey home comfortable and serene.
Harith suddenly had a vision of the future. In this vision, the village appeared to be in chaos due to an attack by a cult group worshipping a sorceress named Faruza. They wanted to kill the followers of the Outer God because of religious differences.
Harith, deeply shocked by the vision, looked at his mother with a worried expression. "Mom, umm, I had a terrible vision. Tomorrow, our village will be attacked by the Faruza Sect..." Harith's face was filled with concern.
Emilia heard this and immediately gave a gentle smile. "Dear, it's just your intuition. Nothing bad will happen. The Faruza Sect has already been eradicated by the Roman Empire. All those who worship the heretical sorceress named Faruza will soon be executed, so they are no longer in the empire," Emilia said with a warm smile, trying to reassure her son.
Harith sighed, feeling worried but realizing there was nothing he could do. He began to believe that his mother was right. "Alright, Mom. I won't follow this bad intuition," Harith said with a faint smile.
"That's good then, dear. Don't dwell too much on bad thoughts. Remember, everything you see will be replaced by something better," Emilia said with a gentle smile at her child.
Daro, with his mother Caraline and father Chiron, sat at the dining table. They enjoyed Schweinebraten, a roasted pork dish often seasoned with spices and cooked until tender.
Daro ate the tender pork with relish. "Mmm~ thanks, Mom. It's so delicious!"
Caraline smiled proudly. "I'm glad you like it, Daro. I cooked it with love."
Chiron, who was eating his meal, added, "It's true, Caraline. The meat is very tender and the seasoning is just right. It's one of my favorite dishes as well."
Daro looked at his father cheerfully. "Yes, Dad. I always love the Schweinebraten Mom makes. It always tastes special."
Caraline laughed softly. "Thank you, Daro. I'll keep making it with care."
Harith sat on his porch, gazing at the bright moon. A soft, cool breeze blew, adding a sense of calm and chill.
"The moonlight is soothing, like a gentle whisper guiding towards peace," Harith said with a faint smile.
Emilia, seeing her son alone on the porch, approached and asked softly, "What are you thinking about, dear?"
"If you're still thinking about that bad intuition, you should sleep so that those thoughts fade away," Emilia suggested gently.
Harith looked at his mother with a soft smile. "I'm not thinking about that, Mom. I'm thinking about how beautiful the moonlight is and the calmness brought by the gentle breeze."
Emilia chuckled at her son's statement. "Alright then, dear. You should get some sleep now. Tomorrow morning, I want to pick apples in the forest."
Harith nodded. "Alright, Mom. I'm going to sleep now. I want to join you in picking apples in the forest. I want to be by your side."
The next morning, the bright sun streamed through the gaps in Harith and Daro's bedroom windows, waking them from their deep sleep.
Harith jumped out of bed and walked out of his room to the bathroom located outside the house, near the well with water.
Daro, who was also there, met Harith. "Hi, how did you sleep, Daro?" Harith asked.
"I'm fine, Harith. My sleep was quite restful, especially with the cool night breeze," Daro said with a faint smile.
Harith chuckled. "Yup, I also just lay down and slept soundly. It was really cold last night."
Daro and Harith laughed together as they fetched water from the well using a bucket. After that, they went into the bathroom and started showering together. Jokingly, they splashed water on each other, making the atmosphere full of cheer and laughter.
Harith said, "The water from the well is so cold," while shivering.
Daro laughed. "Haha, yes, I'm shivering too. The well water is really cold. If I had known, I probably wouldn't have bathed first."
After finishing their shower, they both wrapped themselves in towels. Harith looked at Daro and said, "I have to hurry. I want to go to my mom." Harith then ran towards his home.
Daro gave a thin smile and nodded. "Alright!"