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Kasil ridge seemed already far away in his memories as the man walked along a forest path near a village he has taken as home for the last few years. The village had started to take a certain liking to him as he never brought trouble along and always offered a helping hand freely and asking nothing in return. He wasn’t without a place to stay as he resided in a comfortable log house only a few miles away from the main gate. He even helped to make the city run along with the village chief as he quickly became the most civilized, respected and friendly person they ever met in these lands.
The place he stayed didn’t reside on any map and the village was more of a place to rest up and continue on as there was nothing much to see. A few farms well kept by the growing young men and their elderly parents, one simple smithy that fixed anything including none metal tools and finally the smallest general store you could ever see that only opened up once a week and only if they had enough stock to sell, which wasn’t that much often. The only place a stranger could sleep was in the partially free space found in old man Kelly’s barn.
The man never gave his name, but all chose to call him friend of the lands as he seemed gentle not only to them, but to their crops as well. He had seemed to have helped the growth of the crops, bettered the condition of the animals and blessed their water as if he were commanding Mother Nature. No one cared that he seemed to have such resourcefulness, but they still held doubts, but didn’t dare to ask as they often saw the man pondering on a rock or near a water current, with a sad face. But when he noticed one was looking or each time he came to the village, his face showing no trace of his sadness, only kindness, understanding and a hand to offer whenever the need. He often watched the Kasil waters from the beach not far away. He often stayed there many hours and even falling asleep after making a small campfire on the warm days of summer.
He nearly arrived to his favorite spot, yet he noticed some smoke rising from behind the trees. Someone seemed to be there already. He slowed himself and peeked from behind the branches and noticed a young women resting.
“How is the breeze?” Asked the man with a calm, yet powerful voice. His tone was friendly and encouraging an answer to his question. The night will probably be long he thought as the sun slowly started to set. He had much to say and much to hear, but time was not something he had taken note of for a very long time… |