the little Alf girl chapter 3

Divit sat silently in the carriage, glancing around at the other five elves seated with him. They huddled together, their wary eyes fixed on him, as if they expected him to reveal some hidden threat. The atmosphere was tense, thick with unspoken fear. In a second carriage beside them, more elves could be seen through the barred windows. Divit wondered if these survivors were all that was left after Margo's soldiers stormed their village.

He leaned back, trying to ignore their gazes, but his mind was a storm of thoughts. Krishna brought me here to plant the seed of the World Tree, he reminded himself. But that was about all Krishna had told him. There had been no seed in his hand, no guidance, no instructions—just a vague assurance: "You'll find what you need in this world."

Annoyance flared up in Divit as he thought of his patron. A hint, a clue, anything would have made this easier. Why did I even agree to this? He glanced at the rolling scenery outside, trying to steady himself. Still, he said I'd find what I needed here. I suppose I have no choice but to believe him now.

He took a deep breath, feeling a strange warmth in his body. It wasn't just his frustration dissipating—it was something else, something new. Since his encounter with Margo, his injuries and the pain had vanished. The blood he'd lost felt mysteriously restored, as though his body had been healed. And this warmth… it felt as if something dormant within him had awakened. And he can also understand and speak the language of this word, and his home world's language. It was surprise for his to speak the language that he doesn't know.

And just like that theDay turned to night, and yet the carriages continued along the road, only stopping once night fell completely. Exhausted, the soldiers finally called for a halt. Divit gazed up, marveling at the world's night sky. Nine moons hung above, each casting a silvery glow across the land, and stars scattered like gemstones in a vast sea of black. He felt a rare moment of peace, captivated by this alien yet mesmerizing sky.

In the stillness of the night, a faint sound broke his reverie. It came from within the carriage—a muffled sob. Turning, Divit noticed a small elf girl huddled beneath a blanket, her tiny shoulders trembling as she tried to stifle her cries. Seeing him look, she shrank back, her wide, tearful eyes filled with fear.

"Hey… I'm not here to hurt you," Divit said softly, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. But the girl backed away even further, her sobs intensifying.

"Don't come any closer," she whimpered. "Please… don't kill me."

He stopped and sat back down, maintaining a safe distance. "I won't come any closer, I promise," he said gently. "I'm Divit. What's your name?"

The girl didn't respond right away, her gaze still full of suspicion. Trying to comfort her. "I get it, you're scared. But I'm not like the ones who attacked your village."

After a long silence, she finally murmured, "My name… is Lisa."

"Lisa," Divit repeated, nodding. "That's a lovely name." He thought for a moment, then asked, "What's your favorite food?"

Lisa blinked at him, confused by the question, but her expression softened a little. She glanced down at her hands, then mumbled, "Adbock… my mom used to make it for me."

"Adbock?" Divit tilted his head, intrigued. "What's that?"

Lisa looked up, her eyes brightening just a bit. "It's a dish made from the adbock bird. They have purple feathers and blue eyes. They're really rare, so we only had it once or twice a year. And if you eat it, it can heal all sorts of sickness."

Divit raised his brows. "Is that so? I think I saw one of those birds this morning…"

Her eyes widened, momentarily forgetting her fear. "You saw an adbock?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said, nodding. "It was a beautiful bird. I can see why it's special." The conversation seemed to calm her, at least for the moment.

then Divit asked, "Want to play a game to pass the time?"

Lisa's face fell, and she shook her head. "No… I don't feel like playing."

"Alright," he said, understanding. "But it's just a game to make the night feel a little less scary, you know? I'll stay right here and won't come closer."

As they spoke quietly, Divit thought, Why am I even trying to comfort her? he thought. Back home, if my little sister cried, I would have just ignored her. He gave a tired smile. and say "Sala zindagi jhand ho rakhihi he." Means, Life has truly become a mess.

Lisa said "what does it mean." Divit say " it's nothing, just forget what I said."

Meanwhile, far ahead, Margo and Ashthi had already arrived at Tiren Village, using spatial transfer magic to bypass the lengthy journey. The village lay hidden within a dense, misty forest. It had a haunting beauty, as if wrapped in ancient magic. Enormous trees encircled the stone houses, their surfaces adorned with runes that faintly glowed in the moonlight. Floating lanterns lined the narrow paths, casting an eerie, peaceful light.

Chapter 3 end