Nicolas stood at the edge of the village, his heart pounding in his chest as he focused intently on the ground beneath his feet. He was only eleven years old, but his resolve was firm, his determination unwavering. His body remained still, knees slightly bent, palms resting just above the soil. The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the village, but the usual warmth of the day felt distant, replaced by a deep sense of anticipation.
The villagers went about their daily routines, unaware of the spectacle about to unfold. They were used to Nicolas, the strange boy who often wandered off to the fields, spending hours lost in concentration. But today was different. Nicolas wasn't just training, not anymore.
For weeks, whispers of the coming Blood Moon had spread throughout the village, fueling both fear and unease. Everyone knew what that meant—danger. The Blood Moon brought the beasts, twisted creatures from the wilderness that prowled during the night, hungry and relentless. The village had suffered many losses in the past, but Nicolas was determined that this time would be different.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, centering himself. The wind blew gently through the fields, rustling the tall grass. The village lay behind him, its small houses scattered across the landscape, each one a haven for the families inside. And yet, Nicolas knew that no wooden door , no fences or window could protect them from the dangers that would come with the rising of the Blood Moon. He had to act.
His mana flowed from deep within him, spreading out like invisible tendrils through the earth. The familiar feeling of the ground responding to his will surged within him, and a soft tremor began to shake the earth beneath his feet. The villagers who noticed the subtle quaking looked around in confusion, some even dropping what they were carrying.
"An earthquake?" someone murmured.
But before panic could set in, the trembling grew stronger. Nicolas remained completely still, his brow furrowing as he poured his mana into the earth, visualizing the shape he needed, willing the ground to obey.
The villagers stared in awe as the soil shifted and rose up, the ground quaking more violently now. The earth at the edge of the village began to move, forming a great mound that stretched outward. Gasps of shock filled the air as they watched the soil rise, higher and higher, until it stood tall—a wall, towering above the fields. Ten meters high and smooth as stone, the wall extended along the perimeter, casting a long shadow across the village. It stretched an astonishing 25 meters in length, solid and unyielding.
The ground finally stilled, and Nicolas opened his eyes, panting slightly from the effort. He stood and examined his work with satisfaction. The villagers were left speechless, some staring at the wall in disbelief while others murmured amongst themselves, their confusion slowly giving way to wonder.
"Did... did he do this?" an older woman asked, wide-eyed as she gazed at the massive structure.
"Impossible," a man whispered, his voice trembling with awe. "The boy can control the earth…"
As the villagers gawked at the new barrier, two figures stood at a distance, their reactions markedly different. Nicolas' uncle, Garen, stood with his arms crossed, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he watched his nephew. His eyes gleamed with pride, though he kept his expression composed, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Beside him, Renrou, nodded slowly, a gleam of happiness shining through his eyes. He had seen Nicolas grow stronger every day, and he knew just how far his friend had come.
"Nicolas has worked hard," Renrou said softly, his voice filled with quiet admiration. "He's going to protect the village."
Garen's smile widened. "That boy has the heart of a lion. He'll do more than just protect us. He'll be the one to lead us through this."
But Nicolas wasn't finished. As he caught his breath, his gaze swept across the village. The wall was just the beginning. The Blood Moon would rise tomorrow night, and he wasn't willing to risk anything. He closed his eyes again, his mana surging forth as he bent down, placing both hands on the earth once more.
The ground shook again, stronger this time, and another section of the wall began to rise. This time, it wasn't just 25 meters—it extended even further. Slowly, piece by piece, Nicolas repeated the process, while maditating in between. raising the walls higher and longer until they stretched around the entire village. Every few minutes, the earth would rumble as a new section of the wall sprang to life, surrounding the village in a protective barrier.
The villagers watched in stunned silence as Nicolas continued his work. Hours passed, and still he pressed on, his body drenched in sweat, his fingers digging into the soil as he poured every ounce of his strength into shaping the earth. The wall grew taller and longer with each tremor, encircling the village like a fortress.
"He's really doing it…" a young boy whispered, his eyes wide with amazement as he watched from the safety of his mother's arms.
"He's going to keep us safe," the mother whispered back, tears of relief brimming in her eyes.
Renrou's eyes softened as he watched Nicolas, a sense of joy swelling in his heart. Nicolas had exceeded all expectations. For months, Nicolas had worked tirelessly, training day and night to master his control over the earth. His power had grown steadily, and now, his efforts were paying off in the most profound way. The entire village was being protected—because of him.
When the final piece of the wall was in place, Nicolas finally stood, his legs trembling from exhaustion but his heart racing with pride. The entire village was now encircled by the ten-meter-tall walls, each section strong and impenetrable,with only exception is the gate. For that Nicolas left 3 meter wide space. But each of this wall section are the result of Nicolas' dedication and determination.
Garen walked up to him, his expression still calm, but his voice was filled with warmth. "You did it, Nicolas. You did the impossible ."
Nicolas wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded, too tired to speak. He looked up at the wall surrounding the village and felt a deep sense of satisfaction. The Blood Moon would come, but this time, the village would be safe.
Renrou approached and placed a gentle hand on Nicolas' shoulder. "You've done more than any of us could have hoped, Nicolas."
Nicolas met Renrou's gaze and gave a small, weary smile. "I couldn't risk it," he said quietly. "Tomorrow is the Blood Moon. I won't let anyone get hurt."
The garen nodded in understanding. He had seen many Blood Moons in his time, and each one had brought devastation. But now, for the first time in years, there was hope—thanks to Nicolas.
As night fell and the village settled into a rare sense of security, Nicolas stood at the center of it all, his heart full. The sky darkened above, but the looming threat of the Blood Moon no longer felt so suffocating. The wall he had built was strong, and so was he.
Tomorrow would be a test—a test of his resolve and his power. But tonight, for the first time in months, Nicolas allowed himself a moment of peace. He had worked hard for this, and he knew it was just the beginning. There would be more challenges ahead, but with every passing day, he will grow stronger, more capable of facing the dangers that lurked in the shadows.