Chapter 3: Ancient Threat
The night goes on and the people in the village spent their time burning the bodies of the pillagers that set foot in their village as per the stranger's order. Though all of them are tired and still in shock after witnessing that bloodbath, they still kept a cool head around the stranger. And again, the village was peaceful as it has been before the pillagers arrived.
The sun slowly rises in the sky. Bathing and showering the world with light dispersing the darkness that has conquered the earth. The stranger continues to watch over the horizon, as the morning breeze swept across his face. "I don't know how to thank you, good sir." The village head says while offering coffee,
"There is no need to be thankful to me. They are bound to die by my hand and it just so happens that they are here in your village. If there is anyone that you should be thankful for, that would be your daughter. She led one of the trash to my direction. Thus, saving you all," The stranger spoke calmly but now that the village head can hear him clearly, his tone and accent is something that they have not heard of before.
"Are you perhaps not from here?" the village head ask, the stranger slowly turns to him briefly and then turns away, "How much time has passed since the Great End ended?" his peculiar way of speaking confused the village head but what confuses him the most of his question. Nevertheless, he still reaches out to the ground and did basic mathematics. "I don't know why you asked this question, but I guess this much time has passed since them."
The stranger's eyes widens after seeing the number written on the ground. The shock and the sudden realization on his face made him look like he just had the heart attack of a lifetime that made the village head worry. "Did I do something wrong? Were my calculations perhaps off?! What should I do? What if he kills me!?" the village head is instantly devoured by horror just by remembering how he killed the pillagers last night. "Is this perhaps the end of my life?!"
As he continues to ponder over his death in the hands of the stranger, the latter on the other hand has already recovered from the shock, "So that much time has passed, huh? Didn't you overdo it a bit, Avira?" he whispers to himself. "Did you say anything, good sir?" the village asks nervously trying not to make a single mistake. And when the stranger suddenly stood up, he jolts back in fear, "KAA!"
"Thank you so much for letting me stay for the night, it's already morning, so I should be on my way. I should not disturb the peace in your village any longer by staying here. I might prove to be a nuisance if I prolong my stay a bit more." With only the sword on his hand, the stranger leaves the village following the road up ahead. He left without saying a word and by the time the villagers arrived holding the last bits of food left in their village, he is already gone.
"Plip, where is the stranger? Has he already left?" a man asked while holding a smoking kettle. Some villagers also arrived bringing their own offering to the stranger, but they all frown after seeing no trace of him in sight. "We have not even thanked him properly for what he has done for us." Even though they have experienced hell for a day, the villagers still flash a smile of happiness that they have managed to survive that ordeal.
"We don't even know his name." in the midst of the silent but merry moment, someone brought up an even more problematic thing, "That's right! We don't even know his real name! How can we be so thoughtless that we don't even know the name of the man that saved us!"
At that moment, all the villagers were losing their minds for that fact. Apart from them, the villagers looks in the direction where the stranger walked towards and flashes a smile, "Till we meet again, master Den. I hope you visit us again next time. I only heard your name while you were talking to yourself earlier, but I guess that was you sleep talking. You must have been tired after all the things you have done for our village."
Plip turns back and flashes a smile to his fellow villagers. Surprisingly, they also smile towards him. The things that they have looted from the pillagers are a hundred times the value of the overall earnings that the village earn a year excluding the weapons and other tools for battle they have kept to for defend themselves with.
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"It has been that long, huh? No wonder these land has changed drastically compared to the last time I have seen it." The stranger says to himself while walking along the road, "Where does this place go to, anyway? I hope this doesn't lead me to nowhere. I would like to have a proper rest for the day.....!"
[SNIFF!] [SNIFF!] [SNIFF!] [SNIFF!]
He focuses his attention to the road ahead of him, the eerie silence in that place is suddenly shaken up by the noise made by the horses galloping towards him and before the horses run over him, he stands aside and the horse just past him by. He quickly turns to the road ahead, "Those are not wild horses, they belong to a carriage. Someone is attacked...! By something with a familiar scent." In an instant, the stranger sprints to the road ahead of him and after passing by a hill. He sees a carriage that has been flipped over. He immediately examined the carriage and heard subtle voices inside the forest.
"An attack…..by those monsters. A long time has passed, and they still persist, living in this world only to wreak havoc. I wonder how this one survived." He says after seeing the large claw marks on the carriage and the surrounding trees.
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