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Chronicles of the Primordial Realms
CHAPTER 8: Questions Answered and a Village in Peril

CHAPTER 8: Questions Answered and a Village in Peril

Nathen and Master Gobo finally reached their destination, guided by the shimmering light of the moon flowers that formed a glowing path through the dense forest. The flowers led them to a small, unassuming hut with an owl symbol carved into the door. Gobo knocked, but before his knuckles could make contact a second time, the door creaked open on its own.

Inside, they were met with an astonishing sight. The humble exterior belied the immense space within—a supermassive library filled with countless books, scrolls, and mythical creatures engaged in quiet conversation. It was an entire society housed within the walls of a seemingly simple hut.

"Welcome to Mara's Magic," Gobo said with a sly smile, noticing Nathen's awe. "It's magic that creates a pocket dimension, a whole world inside a small space."

Nathen's eyes widened. "That's incredible!"

As they took in the remarkable scene, a super giant owl fluttered down to them. With a beak that seemed to smile and eyes twinkling with mischief, the owl introduced itself. "Greetings, visitors! I am Hootster, the funniest owl around—or so I like to think, even if no one laughs at my jokes."

Nathen introduced himself and then gestured to Gobo. "This is my master, Gobo. He told me you might be able to answer some of my questions."

Hootster tilted his head, recognizing Gobo. "Ah, Gobo! Long time no see! Still in the business of 'acquiring' rare items, I see. Remember the time you helped me reclaim the Foxy Boy's rhythm flute?"

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Gobo chuckled. "How could I forget? It was one of our more interesting heists."

Nathen, growing impatient, asked, "Can you help me, Hootster? I need answers about my past and my powers."

The owl nodded sagely. "Of course, but wisdom comes at a price. I'll answer your questions, but it'll cost you 250 gold coins."

Gobo threw up his hands in exasperation. "250 gold coins? Do you know what my salary is as a thief? I only make 85 coins on a good day!"

Hootster's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Then consider this a bargain. I will answer five questions, and after that, you must leave. This hut is scheduled to teleport to a new location for safety reasons."

Nathen agreed, and the questioning began.

**Who am I?**

- Hootster explained that Nathen was the prophesied Red Rising, born with the power of fire and destined for greatness. His lineage was tied to an ancient bloodline, one that predated the current seven kingdoms.

**Why do I have these powers?**

- Nathen's powers were a gift from the gods, specifically linked to Surtur, a god of fire and rebirth. The prophecy spoke of a being who would bring about a new era.

**Who were my parents?**

- Nathen's parents were members of a secretive order that protected the legacy of Surtur. They died protecting him from those who sought to use his power for their own gain.

**What is the Red Rising?**

- The Red Rising was not just a person but a symbol of change. It represented the cycle of destruction and rebirth, a force that could either renew the world or bring it to ruin.

**How can I control my powers?**

- Hootster advised that control would come through understanding and accepting his destiny. Training, meditation, and seeking knowledge from ancient texts would help Nathen master his abilities.

Satisfied with the answers but weighed down by the heavy implications, Nathen thanked Hootster. As they exited the hut, it shimmered and vanished, teleporting to another location as promised.

Gobo checked the coin pouch, muttering about their dwindling funds. Suddenly, the sound of explosions and the cries of villagers reached their ears. Nearby, smoke rose from a small village under attack.

Nathen's heart raced. "We have to help them, Gobo!"

Gobo nodded, his face grim. "Let's go."

They sprinted towards the chaos, ready to confront whatever threat awaited them. Nathen felt a surge of determination—his questions had been answered, and now he had a purpose. The fight for justice and his own destiny had truly begun.