Chapter 1.2
Three years after the epic clash between the hero and the demon king, the land was slowly beginning to heal. Kingdoms and empires that had survived the conflict were working tirelessly to rebuild their realms and protect their people from the lingering dangers of demon remnants. Adventurers were once again venturing into the world, seeking quests and opportunities to aid in the recovery.
In the kingdom of Nazeltuhf, within the bustling Adventurers’ Guild, a man stood before a board filled with mission requests. Deep in thought, he scanned the postings until his eyes fell upon an intriguing one. It read: "Harvest mission: Get the sap of a healing rose. Reward: 500 silver coins."
Determined, the man took the mission paper and approached the counter. Presenting it to the guild officer, the officer stamped it with the guild mark and handed it back. With a nod, the man left the guild's quarters, eager to find the coveted healing rose sap.
His search led him to the Caravine Forest. After nearly a full day of scouring the area, he was about to return to the guild empty-handed as the sun began to set. Just then, a delightful fragrance caught his attention. Following the scent, he discovered a healing rose in bloom. Elated, he rushed toward it, but his joy was short-lived. A deer appeared out of nowhere and began munching on the precious sap.
Fuming, the man drew an arrow and aimed it at the deer. The deer, initially unaware, suddenly perked its ears and glanced towards him. Realizing the danger, it bolted, but not before the man released his arrow. As the arrow neared, it was met with a greenish glow and a shimmering barrier that deflected it.
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Frustrated but determined, the man nocked another arrow and whispered an incantation before releasing it. This time, the arrow glowed a dark red and sliced through the barrier, embedding itself in the deer’s side. The injured deer fled deeper into the forest, leaving a trail of blood behind. The man did not pursue, as darkness was falling and magical creatures would soon be roaming.
The trail of blood led to an ancient tree with a large hollow trunk. Inside, the wounded deer lay, struggling to remove the arrow lodged in its side. The injury was severe, and the deer knew it could not extract the arrow without assistance. As it lay there, its belly began to glow with a greenish light. The healing rose sap it had consumed began to take effect, miraculously causing the arrow to loosen and eventually dislodge itself.
The deer, relieved but exhausted, grunted and lost consciousness, its body healing from the magical properties of the sap.
Three Days Later:
The sun filtered through the dense canopy of the Caravine Forest, casting patches of light and shadow on the ground. Inside the ancient tree’s hollowed trunk, the deer stirred, its eyes fluttering open. The pain had faded, replaced by a strange sense of clarity. The fog in its mind had lifted, and it felt a new, profound understanding/
Cautiously, the deer stood up, feeling a strange hum of magic in the air. The healing rose sap had not only healed its wound but had also sparked a deep, new awareness. The world seemed sharper, more vibrant—every sound, smell, and sight now carried meanings it had never noticed before.
Stepping out of the tree trunk carefully, the deer moved with a sense of wonder. The rustling leaves whispered secrets from ages past; the distant call of a bird felt like it carried hidden messages; the way the light danced through the branches seemed to tell stories waiting to be discovered. Everything held a deeper story, and the deer felt ready to uncover them all.