The village was peaceful, basking in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Birds chirped from the nearby trees, and villagers went about their tasks with the quiet confidence that had always made this place feel like a haven. But for Kael Drayven, the air carried an undercurrent of tension that he couldn't shake.
He lay in a simple bed within his grandfather's home, recovering from the battle in Emberroot Cavern. His body still ached, the intense heat from the cavern etched into his muscles like a lingering flame.
The Emberstone Core was placed on a nearby table, emitting a consistent light throughout the room. It was a reminder of his victory over the Emberroot Ravager but also a symbol of the new challenges ahead.
Kael sat up slowly, flexing his fingers. His body was healing, but his mind remained restless. He had the Spiritual Fire Grass and the Emberstone Core, key elements for growing the Blazing Fang Fruit, but something gnawed at him—a nagging feeling that peace was fleeting.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
Kael's grandfather, Alden Drayven, entered the room with a stern look. "Kael, there's someone you should meet. An old acquaintance of Aeris's had just arrived in the village. Says he's here on business."
Kael frowned. "Acquaintance? What kind of business?"
Alden's gaze darkened. "That's what we're going to find out. Stay cautious. He didn't come alone."
Kael rose, grabbing his sword and slipping it into his belt. His body protested every movement, but adrenaline dulled the pain.
The two made their way to the center of the village, where a small gathering had formed. Standing in the middle was a tall man with sharp features dressed in fine but travel-worn clothing. His eyes gleamed with calculated charm, and a faint smile played on his lips. Behind him stood four mercenaries, their hands resting casually on their weapons.
"Ah, Kael Drayven, alive and well," the man said, spreading his arms as if greeting an old friend. "What a delightful surprise."
Kael's eyes narrowed. "You seem surprised to see me."
The man chuckled. "Well, last I heard, you and your brother were dead. It's tragic news, really. Imagine my shock when I learned otherwise."
Alden stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "And who are we addressing?"
The man inclined his head. "Ah, forgive my lack of formality. Vaun Calder, at your service. Merchant by trade, traveler by passion." His smile widened. "And, coincidentally, an old friend of Aeris's."
Kael's stomach twisted. He recognized the name—a merchant linked to the Levi family, notorious for betrayal and ruthless tactics.
"I was simply passing through when I heard about this lovely village," Vaun continued. "I thought it'd be nice to catch up with dear Aeris. Is she around?"
Kael exchanged a glance with Alden. He knew they couldn't show their hand too soon. Vaun was probing, testing their reactions.
"I'm afraid Aeris is busy at the moment," Kael said, his voice steady. "Perhaps you can leave a message, and she'll find you when she's available."
Vaun's smile didn't falter, but his eyes glinted with something dangerous. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of imposing." He turned slightly, gesturing to the mercenaries behind him. "We'll be staying for a few days. Perhaps fate will grant me the pleasure of crossing paths with her again."
Alden nodded curtly. "The village is peaceful. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay."
Vaun gave a short bow. "I have no doubt. Until then."
With that, Vaun and his mercenaries walked away, their presence lingering like a dark cloud.
Kael watched them go; tension coiled tight in his chest. Vaun Calder wasn't here by chance. His arrival meant trouble, and they had to act fast.
"We need to tell Aeris," Kael said quietly.
Alden nodded. "And prepare. Vaun isn't a man who leaves empty-handed."
Kael turned toward his home, his mind already racing. The time for rest was over. The Blazing Fang Fruit needed to be planted, and he had to be ready for whatever came next.