Have you ever wondered, in the boundless expanse of the universe, where millions of stars drift through the darkness of space, that a new solar system has emerged in the stillness, far, far away from our own, in the Andromeda Galaxy? Here, on a planet unknown to anyone, a world forged in the vast ocean of time has undergone an evolution spanning billions of years, ultimately giving birth to beings of intelligence. These beings bear a remarkable resemblance to humans, so much so that it feels almost miraculous. Perhaps this is the true path of all intelligent life, or perhaps it is merely a coincidence crafted by fate in the deep, unknowable recesses of the cosmos.
On this planet, vast continents have risen from the ground, like the towering peaks of time itself. Wild creatures of countless species have evolved, adapting constantly to survive in ever-changing environments. Great trees stretch their branches high into the sky, and crystal-clear rivers flow through valleys and wide meadows. And in those meadows, countless stories have begun. This land is full of legends, and today, I choose to tell you the story of the continent of Argazir, the beginning of a great tale that you are about to hear.
If I were to describe the continent of Argazir, some might see it as a knight’s shield, ready to defend against enemies. Others might perceive it as resembling the complex and mysterious shape of a human stomach, though such descriptions might seem overly peculiar. Instead, let us begin in the southern lands of this continent. Here lies the city of LignaWald, a city nestled in the embrace of dense forests and rugged mountains, surrounded by a long, tranquil river that flows silently by. This city is ruled by the Earl of the Sylvanora family, Liandros Sylvanora, a house that has governed the city for many centuries. It is said that the founder of the house, Eldridge Sylvanora, was blessed by the god of the forest, ensuring that no one else could ever exert influence over this city for all eternity.
In LignaWald, no matter how many ages have passed, the city has never faced a prolonged and intense war. However, the true threat lies in the wild, ferocious beasts that hunt in the night, tearing their prey apart with sharp claws. The houses in this city are built from wood gathered from the dense forests, arranged haphazardly like a village built by the forest's children. The only exception is the lord's house, built from thick, heavy stone to protect against enemies both within and without. The stone walls stand as a lasting fortress, while all other structures, whether inns or other important places, are constructed solely of wood.
One night, under a starless sky, only a single candle flickered inside the home of a young knight named Ethan. A man with deep emerald eyes, like uncut jade, filled with determination and sharpness. His jet-black hair, slightly long and neatly arranged, framed a face marked by his strength and the years of training he had undergone. His build was tall and athletic, with defined muscles that spoke of the strength and commitment honed through many years. His skin, slightly darkened by the harsh sun, contrasted with his deep red lips, showing both his seriousness and his readiness to protect his family and land.
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At that moment, he stood outside his house, his face marked with worry, looking up at the sky, for his wife, Mila, was enduring the most painful moments of childbirth. Mila, with her beautiful chestnut-brown hair that cascaded in soft waves like gentle ocean ripples catching the morning sun, had a perfectly oval face, a slender nose, and soft lips that could still manage a faint smile despite her pain. Her emerald eyes shone brightly, like gems adorning a queen’s crown, eyes filled with hope and an unyielding strength that never gave up.
Mila's cries of pain echoed throughout the quiet night. Ethan could do nothing but pray to the goddess Venia, asking her to protect his wife and their unborn child. He felt helpless, his heart weighed down with grief, so he stepped outside to gaze at the moon, hoping for a moment of peace, for the moon was one of the symbols of the goddess Venia, the deity of mercy.
Suddenly, as he stared at the moon with eyes filled with desperate prayers, a flash of red light appeared in the middle of the sky, as if something had struck the moon with tremendous force. The light spread across the sky like flames blazing in the middle of the universe. Ethan watched in stunned silence, unable to believe what he saw. In mere moments, the once-bright moon began to change, a red ring forming around it, signaling a great transformation yet to come.
Ethan stood frozen in astonishment, forgetting his worries about his wife for a moment. His gaze fixed on the moon, which had taken on a new form. Pieces of the moon seemed to break off, scattering like shattered stars across the sky, lighting it up as if it were dawn. The people of the city began to awaken; some prayed in fear, while others stood still, unsure of what to do. Soon, the ground beneath their feet began to shake, sending waves of fear through the crowd. But the tremors soon subsided, leaving only a profound silence that spread throughout the city.
And in the midst of that silence, a small cry, a new life, began to emerge—“Waa… waa…” The cry of a newborn echoed throughout. The child, born on this miraculous night, with soft chestnut-brown hair and bright emerald eyes like his parents, might just be a harbinger of a great change yet to come in history.
Ethan hurried back inside, his heart pounding with joy at the sight of his wife and newborn son. Even though Mila's face was weary, she managed a gentle smile. Ethan, concerned, asked, "My love, how do you feel?" Too tired to speak, Mila simply nodded and smiled softly.
The elderly midwife, who had helped with the birth, asked with curiosity, "What happened earlier? I saw a flash of light like the sun." Ethan, still bewildered, replied, "I don’t know how to explain it… you should go outside and see for yourself." The old woman smiled slightly before handing the baby to Ethan. "Here, take your son," she said. Ethan carefully took the child in his arms, looking at his son with eyes full of pride. "Thank you so much, my love," he said, filled with gratitude.
Mila smiled gently and asked, "What will you name our son?" Ethan replied confidently, "I have decided. Our son will be named Ferzinwald."