Story of Four Travelers

No one knows when and how the wind appeared in the world. In a snap of a finger, the wind had swirled and danced across the meadows along with the other elements.

Some say that the wind is the breath of the world itself. Just like humans when they are born, they will breathe. The world is doing the same.

The winds come and go as they please. Free, without the rules and the will of others.

Like the wind itself, 4 Wind Guardians appeared on a green hill. At that moment, the clouds split in a straight line, like opening a new path for them. Their arrival brought a breath of fresh air to the land that would become the Land of Wind, Winfor.

People say they came as travelers, one by one, then became friends. Some say they have been friends since their first arrival. Always together and inseparable.

When people asked who are they and where they come from, one of them, dressed as a knight, said, "We're going where the wind takes us."

But, sadly, the wind took them to a place no one ever thought to go. A place where the wind doesn't blow, the trees don't grow, the meadows aren't green.

The sky is gray, neither bright nor dark. There were no signs of life other than bones and carrion as if life had never arrived here. Empty is the right word for this place.

The four wanderers sadly looked at this land, as if they had lost something in their hearts. An emptiness that you want to fill but don't know how to fill.

The quietest of them said that this place is unfit for habitation, unfit to be protected.

The one with the beard said that he would rather die being torn apart by a dragon than die in a place like this.

The most graceful and soft-spoken hope that the Creator will give this place a chance to become more prosperous and beautiful.

The one who stood at the forefront of them, and shouted the loudest like a leader, invited his friends to change this place. There was no need to wait to die or for the gods to intervene.

"Let's make this land a place where anyone can live. The most worthy of being our final resting place. The most prosperous of any port. More beautiful even heaven is jealous.

"Then swear in the name of the wind that unites us. Protect this land and everything in it with all strength and soul."

An oath has been made in the only place where one flower grows. They circled the flower and looked at each other.

However, the effort to revive this land is not an easy struggle. They know that the cause of this empty land comes from a mysterious abyss. In that abyss, lies a power that can't imagine by human knowledge.

Abyss of Darkness, they called it. The floor of the abyss is very dark. Covered by black energy that devours life. There is no light that can dispel the darkness in that place.

From the clumping darkness, some beasts emerged. The creature was filled with the power of darkness. Crawling at night or during the day, nothing escapes from their claws and fangs.

The breath fouled the air and light. The dark energy poisons all living things. People call it, Raivolka or the Beast of Darkness.

Swords, arrows, spears, no weapon could injure them. The wanderers were overwhelmed. They were cornered and forced to settle in the north, in a snowy mountain.

The bearded one is getting tired of all the useless battles. Their weapons are no use against these creatures. Then, he decided to create a weapon that can defeat the darkness.

During their long fight, he finally succeeded in making a weapon from the light core capable of defeating the Raivolkas. He then made other weapons for his friends and trumpets as a means of communication.

With those trumpets, they spread out in 4 directions to repulse all the reigning darkness.

Even though they managed to wipe out all the enemies, Raivolka continued to appear as long as the darkness in the abyss remained. Like the light, darkness itself cannot be destroyed or erased. Darkness will continue to exist along with the existence of the world.

Then, a fifth weapon was created to seal the indestructible darkness. The weapon is named Nebulius, a sword that combines the power of light and the arts of magic. A special sword was given to the only one who can withstand the energy of darkness, the quiet one.

The quiet one has such a strong mind that not even darkness can gnaw at him. Therefore, he was the only one worthy to wield the power of that sword.

He headed to the forest in the south, down below, into an abyss that had been overcome by darkness. He walked quietly in the dark, without fear that the darkness would overwhelm him. He then sank his sword, and instantly, appear the strong energy that pushed the black smoke deeper and deeper into the abyss. Darkness and Raivolka will not be able to escape the seal unless the sword is pulled out. And no one can pull it out, because the quiet one always keeps watching over the place.

Because of his ability, the quiet one's mind is always connected to that sword. So, he would know if the sword was pulled out or stolen by someone.

In the end, their fight was over. Darkness has been sealed. They returned to where their oath was made. They raised their weapons in the air, cheering for their victory. Wind and light slowly reappeared in the land, life slowly grew. The ground turns green, and the sky turns blue.

And in the future, houses, flower shops, markets, city walls, and windmill towers will stand in those places majestically.

In a peaceful era, the wanderers were respected and known as the Four Guardians of the Wind. Then, after thousands of years, Raivolka came to the surface, and the quiet one were dying from being corrupted by dark forces. This indicates the problem has returned to dominate Winfor once again.

The sword of Nebulius must be immersed back in the land of darkness once more.