Peaceful, calm, and brighter day. Ashnard came down the stairs with a big smile, his heart fluttering like he had achieved his ultimate goal in life. He then took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and looked at the beauty of the blue sky.
He hums with the morning birds, greets the maids kindly, helps clean the garden, and prepares breakfast.
Edda, who saw her son was not like usual, looked surprised and suspicious. "Ash, are you on drugs?"
"No need for drugs to make me happy, mom," replied Ashnard while tidying up the hedgerows while shaking his hips.
"So, what happens to you?"
Ashnard shows a smile to his mother, meant for his mother to guess.
"Ohhh ... I understand." Edda narrowed her eyes. "It must be about Liliya, huh? What have you two done?"
Ashnard smiled. "We watched the night together at the top of the windmill."
Edda sighed in disappointment. The woman felt that it was too early to put her hope in her son. She believed that Ashnard would be able to win Liliya's heart, only Ashnard was still not ready. What Edda is afraid of is if Ashnard is late and can't turn back the time.
As promised, this afternoon, Liliya and Ashnard will meet Sefenfor. They met in a place that was like a place full of meaning to them, the flower field.
Liliya arrived early and seen chatting with Sefenfor. Unlike before, there was no fog. The sky was clear and bright, with flowers coloring Ashnard's vision.
Sefenfor waited for him. "So, you persist and hope to be trained by me to become strong?"
"No, this time is different." Ashnard handed the hilt of the sword his father had given him to Sefenfor.
"What's that?"
"Please, take a good look."
Sefenfor took the handle and looked at it. "A hilt without a blade? Hmm, very interesting ... then this engraving ... Reibo? It is Reibo's creation! I know this engraving!" Sefenfor stared at Ashnard in disbelief. "How did you have it?"
"It was a gift from my father that died a long ago."
Then, Sefenfor showed his silver sword. The hilt bears an engraving of the same, a bearded man. When the sheath is opened, the sound was so loud as the screeching of an eagle, and the silver glint of the blade dazzled Ashnard's eyes.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Reibo is a great artist. Genius blacksmith! I, Nous, and Zefiria are never disappointed with his work."
"Yes, yes, whatever. Anyway, can you take us to him? I want to know more about this sword. That way, I can understand what my father meant by giving a gift like this."
The look in his eyes implied a deep desire, a son wanting to know his father. Sefenfor did say that he wouldn't help her to seek strength, of which the sword was one of the reasons. But, for some reason, he couldn't refuse. Liliya, who also pleaded with him, left Sefenfor no other choice.
The Guardians of the Wind possessed two sacred relics of immense power. A weapon represents their abilities and a trumpet. The trumpet is called the Wind Caller.
The Wind Caller is used by the Guardians of the Wind to regulate the wind cycle in Winfor. On the first day of every 3 months, there will be a trumpet blowing in the sky, indicating the change of winds and seasons. Never too late or changed one bit.
The Wind Caller is also used for communication between the Guardians of the Wind. In this communication through the trumpet, not everyone can hear it. Only they were allowed to avoid confusion among the citizens.
"We haven't seen each other in a long time. But I'll try." Sefenfor used his trumpet made of metal to call his friend, who lived in the snowy mountain cave. A loud, majestic sound that only the blower and the intended listener can hear travels through the sky and echoes through the mountains.
The sound lasted a long time, then slowly disappear. Sefenfor remained silent, waiting for Reibo's reply.
There was no response, even the sky sounds so quiet. Sefenfor, who had been waiting for quite became restless.
"What happened?" Ashnard asked curiously while seeing Sefenfor's face.
"He didn't respond. Reibo didn't respond to my calls. Something's not right," Sefenfor guessed. "You guys go back home. I'll check it out."
"No! Wait, let us come along-"
Sefenfor ignored Ashnard's words. He rode on Ekarios and shot straight into the mountains, leaving Ashnard and Liliya unanswered.
"What now? Should we wait here until Mr. Sefenfor comes home?" Lily asked.
All Ashnard could get was the truth about this weapon maker. But, it was still not enough for him. He wanted more truth and answers. Thinking of Sefenfor suddenly leaving him made his mind dizzy.
The more he was lost thinking about the message from his father, the more he got something.
"You must find your blade." The message was written on the paper inside the box, along with the contents of the gift.
Ashnard understood the meaning of the message. If he wanted an answer from the sword and his father's message, then he must find the answer himself. If he wants to get to his destination quickly, then he must move to do it. Very simple.
Ashnard then asked Liliya, "Do you also know Reibo?"
"Yeah, I've also visited his workshop on the mountain, although not as often as here. I've also visited Mr. Nous and Mrs. Zefiria," answered Liliya. "So what?"
Ashnard got up and grabbed Liliya's shoulders. "You're the best, Liliya. Alright, we'll head to Reibo's place."
"Wait. Mr. Sefenfor said something happened on the mountain. We shouldn't go there, Ash."
"I have to find the blade myself. That's the message my father wants to convey to me. I must find the answer myself." Ashnard then looked at Liliya seriously. "You will help me, right?"
"Yeah ... b-but, what if something happened there?"
"If anything happens, I will protect you," Ashnard insisted.
The smile on Ashnard's face, made Liliya calm down a bit. Gives courage to her, who was afraid of what would happen if she kept doing it. Instead of waiting at home with her father's strict rules, she prefers to trust Ashnard and help him get answers.
"Okay. I'll help you."
***
"Quick question, what is the name of the power you have?" He stared very closely at Ashnard's illusion. "What? Water and astral? Wrong! The answer is me!
"Unreasonable? What do you mean unreasonable? If I didn't agree to be revived then you wouldn't have experienced any of this.
He then stopped when realized something. "Wait, what if you're still going through all of this even without me. If that's true, then what is my purpose in this vast universe? Will all my actions have no effect on the matter or space out there? Am I just a substance that is not real so that all my actions will have no effect because I am not a part of this world? My brain is going to explode."