Chapter 13

Matt

«You must know that there is a legend, which tells of a people who in a Primordial Era lived in harmony, in a distant land.

The well-being of these people depended on an object, nicknamed "Sacred Object" to which the Ancients offered homage and sometimes sacrificial victims.

It was located in the center of a cave, on a stone brick pillar, surrounded by water, where the Guardians lived, monstrous creatures formed by a head and a tail, defenders of the Object, which probably served as a "shield. "from any attacks and curses.

Those who settled in the places located near the cave became powerful.

The others, on the other hand, became weak, yearning for revenge, tired of the constant attacks of the monsters, because in the suburbs the effect of the Object almost vanished.

Noting the variations in character in their fellowmen, the Primes decided to offer their support.

The Nestrians - I think they were called that - took possession of the Sacred Object and once they discovered its nature, they used its energy to weaken the First, who continued to fight as much as possible. "

JaneSoldier3856 stared at me in disbelief.

I continued with the narration.

"Nowadays, it is known that the Rebels are the direct descendants of the Nestrians, the villagers, however, are related to the Primes.

It is still unknown where and what the "Sacred Object" is, but I am almost sure that it has the Supreme Leader, who commands the armies of the Rebels ».

As I spoke, my tawny cat came, as if to take part in the conversation.

"Oh, that's great! What's your name?" the girl asked.

"He's called Rey."

"Where does the choice of this name come from?"

"I liked him a lot," I concluded.

"The legend you told me about is overwhelming, but now tell me what happened to you," she began, changing the subject again.

«One day I decided to play pc. I stayed in front of the computer for many hours and fell asleep.

The next day I was already here, wandering around the island. After a few days, I saw a village besieged by the Rebels and I took part in a fight, but I was wounded. "

"I'm sorry they hurt you."

"It wasn't bad, just an arrow stuck in the right shoulder. At the end of the siege, the inhabitants took me here, to a horrible room that I tidied up as soon as I had the opportunity, and they treated the wound. "

"Now how are you doing?" Jane asked.

Her brown eyes were bright.

"He's still healing. Turn around for a moment, please, "I asked politely.

I had noticed the same mark I had on her shoulder as she turned to look around the room.

"You have the same sign," I confabulated.

"I lost one of the lives we have, an arrow hit my chest, piercing her heart," she justified.

Tears rolled down her face, in remembrance of her suffering then.

"I can understand the pain. How did it happen? Would you like to talk about it? "

"I intercepted her in place of a friend, saving her from her. It was worth it."

She wiped her cheeks with the back of one hand.

I had an impassive impression, but I sensed that something had moved deep inside me, in some remote part of my soul.

"If I had been you, I would have done the same, for reasons of honor," I said.

«Then I found an elder, he told me the legend. He claimed that I would become a valiant warrior, so he tried to train me in the best way, teaching me some moves and the art of potions.

Sometime later there was a new attack: the Supreme Leader had sent legions to the village to carry out raids. I took the field. With the teachings of the inhabitant, I exterminated the opponents in a relatively short time.

The day came when I showed up for a class in the morning, as usual. I made the greeting that I addressed daily to my mentor. The old man wasn't there, he had left a piece of paper. "

"Was it written in that language?" the girl asked.

"Yup." I took the paper from her pocket:

"I'm on the verge of death. Good luck, my boy. " she quoted her.

"Were you fond of us?"

"Quite. Going forward I learned to put aside the past and with it the disappointments suffered, drawing only the best from it. "

After I finished talking, something happened that caught me off guard: the girl unexpectedly hugged me.

Just her, who had hated me to death until a few hours before.

"We have to go," she said, pulling back shortly after.

"I'm not moving from here," I refuted.

"Why not?"

"Your friends don't know I'm there too."

"I do not care. I will not leave you here, with your pursuers at your heels, "she insisted to the point of being able to persuade me.

"Then, I don't know how to go back."

«I take the necessary and we leave. Don't move from here, "I advised her.

"And who moves?" she said, only to see me disappear under the trap door.

Meanwhile, back to the village

Samuele considered the locals to be kind and welcoming, so he felt obliged to help them as much as possible in their daily chores, reciprocating their hospitality, making themselves useful, plowing land, transporting water from a river to the fields, and distinguishing seeds and vegetables. various.

He opened his eyes early in the morning, as soon as the golden bell of the central square rang.

Enthusiastic, he started a new day with an innocent smile printed on his face, due to the gratitude towards the People, in which he had found a real family.

He cooked a copious breakfast and took care of the tulips in the flowerbed under a window sill overlooking the street.

They had been given to him by the girl he had saved during the fight.

He was very fond of flowers, as they reminded him of some happy moments from his childhood and, in particular, they were orange, his favorite color.

Arriving in the garden, he took two still empty silver buckets placed in a rectangular basket, knowing that they would soon be full and a stone hoe, a tool that in the past he had underestimated because at the time he did not consider its importance, essential for carrying out his job.

And, finally, a piece of the bread that Gaia had baked the same day, very good to say the least, made from the wheat he had planted sometime before.

With her soul sadly clouded by a veil of melancholy, she put it back in her backpack, hoping to see him again for lunch.

After following the usual monotonous routine he put on the clothes he had washed on the river bank the day before and left the house when the sun came up.