[Processing my memories upon you]
Hadro’s mind was suddenly pulled out of his current predicament. The dungeon disappeared and a world separate from what he knew was displayed—a temple large and wide with people that came with the intent to worship an unknown god.
Hadro watched intently, the memories were incomplete, like black splotches in a picture, it was hard to see the complete picture. However, one thing is certain. The memory being shown used to exist.
Not long after staring at the people who came and went, Hadro’s eyes traced a woman he found watching like a hawk. When his head and eyes turned to follow he noticed within his peripheral that someone was beside him.
To his surprise, he dashed backwards to gain distance. The figure has no face, it was like a cutout of black paper was placed on its face. It was completely dark and empty like the void.
“One of my many memories.” It spoke
Hadro couldn't help but be wary, if he were a mortal he would be scared, his heartbeat skyrocketing. ‘It’ has the voice of a man and woman, with different voices stopping in different intonations that it felt like it were different voices stitched together. It was uncanny and unsettling by all that in creation.
“This used to be my world.”
After speaking it pointed to a woman, it was the same woman that Hadro was watching. Hadro watched as she went to her room and pulled out a wooden sculpture which she placed on a wooden table.
“Sinners come in many forms.”
Hadro’s gaze went back to the figure, unsure where it was trying to get. He continued watching the woman, who now started worshipping the wooden figure. It was strange, the figure had no name nor story. But Hadro could see that it was gathering SE, albeit small in quantity.
“But the worst of them are those who know what they do is wrong and still do it, then soon ask for your forgiveness. Acting like they're forgiven.”
Hadro has no words to say, he no longer knows where this is going. He had to look back at the figure who was facing towards the woman, there was no emotion involved. The figure slowly faced Hadro.
“This knowledge you call the Abyss info, I will fix.”
“...!”
Hadro’s eyes opened, it felt like a vivid dream from an inescapable nightmare. Hadro started gasping for breath, not long after, his head started to ache and some changes were happening.
His system started portraying SE as Divinity and the knowledge about how a primer works became different. The primers didn't come from a sun that was billions of years old.
It came from a fragment. A fragment of existence, not from a singular entity. No, it was more complicated than that. Hadro pushed himself up, realising that the dungeon core was in his hand.
Now it was docile and tame compared to how it was earlier. The entity that seems eager to see him disappear seems to have become a blank slate, he felt no hostility or any kind of emotions. It feels exactly like the system.
Checking the system, Hadro seemed satisfied.
[Status]
Name: Hadro
Godhood: Low Minor God
Divine energy: 20,652 (438,404.48/day)
Followers: 1327
[Skills Created(Expand)]
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Even now, Hadro could feel the steady stream of SE that was pouring over him. The dungeon seems deep enough to the planet that it is gathering enough SE to reach his goal, however, it will take over two years to accumulate enough SE to gather 5,000 soul points.
Thankfully, this dungeon was weaker than the others. Weak enough that he could reach the dungeon core with minimum damage. Whilst his objective is done he remembers the final words from his memory.
He scoured his Abyss knowledge to see what changed. First and obviously, the system primer is a fragment, multiple gods of unknown origin cobbled up to make one primer. According to another fragment memory from the tribe he has met earlier, Jaheva and another pantheon fought, if Hadro’s theory is correct, the reason they were hostile the moment Hadro got a system primer is because of the source it was made from. It explains a few things but does not excuse what they did to him.
Now that he thinks about it. Is the reason they were going to invade the ninth continent because something could potentially awaken their old enemies?
“Aw, man…” Hadro didn't like the implication.
Hadro glanced at the dungeon core, he tried observing with the best of his perception to uncover traces of the ancient pantheon to recover what was left of them.
But it gave no reaction or trace. Before Hadro could frustrate himself, he sighed instead. Hadro decided to focus on a more important matter, at least to him.
He started by giving the dungeon more autonomy. Despite it being a blank slate, it still has a “purpose” Despite no personality it has a reason to keep moving. Give it a few years this dungeon core probably would develop a personality and identity that he has no reason to give it any supervision.
He even gave it some thought if he should place an Aiden to monitor it. But since the system is already attached to it, he could give the Dungeon a quick check despite being in different dimensions.
So for now, he commanded the dungeon core to return to what it was doing, giving it some snippets of his memory for reference. But not without making it a pedestal for the core to settle.
After that his way out became easier, there were no obstacles that got in his way.
“What was I supposed to do again? Ah right, those cavemen.”
Without further ado, Hadro traced back where the second tribe was supposed to be. With an uneventful walk towards the home cave of the second tribe, he found himself almost unwelcome, when a woman threw a rock at his feet.
He glanced at the rock and the woman and saw how fast her expression changed when she realised she had thrown it at Hadro. She bowed down immediately which Hadro dismissed.
“Is all of the tribe inside?”
“Y-yes, God.”
“Good, let's go in. I have a matter to discuss.”
The woman stood up, but her head was looking down, a gesture of respect that this tribe practised. Once they all got inside Hadro was quite surprised at how they were all working.
Men and women teach children different skills, he saw how they all thought different techniques from trades were probably long gone due to the advancement of technology. Once Hadro made his presence known, he looked at the woman who escorted him inside, he realised that this woman was younger and probably still single due to the odd amount of people there.
The people immediately stopped what they were doing, the elf that he encountered earlier named Karan, was drawing on the walls with paint from crushed fruits and possibly the blood of animals.
Though curious, he took advantage of the attention he had amassed. “Everyone, are you willing to follow me?”
It wasn’t a demand or command. It was a question with a promise, the tribe knowing he was a god immediately gave their answer. A cacophony of synchronous answers of agreement which was silenced by a single raised hand.
“Very well, if you know another tribe then tell them the word. We are all going to my home. In 3 days, We will depart.”
Without another word, Hadro moved out of the cave and went to another location, without checking the situation inside the cave he had just left.
“To the land of God? His home?”
“Tell other tribes, we must!”
Karan watched the joy permeate amongst his people, it was years ago that he was adopted into this tribe. Thanks to what his mother told him he could impart useful knowledge to them thanks to his paintings.
Looking back at the walls filled with paintings, Karan felt the connection he made with them and smiled. Placing a hand on it in appreciation and places down his tools knowing what's to come.
Kish-kish, the head of the tribe, started arranging for men to travel to other places where other tribes were spotted. Some were their enemies but to deprive them of such a blessing would do their conscious no good.
Hadro was already travelling to the site of the first cavemen that he met. There he was planning to do the same thing.
***
[Year 23-24]
[Foreline Village]
Ever since the valovasoar attacked their village, a lot of changes were made. The village made an exponential effort to build a wooden wall. However, it was destroyed soon after and it was irreparable.
So the council decided to make a better one, and countless papers were made for the logistics of the items that were needed. What they needed was a wall and a good one at that. So they referred to rocks, thankfully there is a mountain nearby that housed a lot of it.
Orcs and humans alike who cannot fight worked tirelessly to carry the stones of specific size and form through wagons pulled by Ikkins. Their labour bore fruit to a giant 4-meter wall. Although they had protection against monsters, this made them vulnerable once invaded inside.
With the help of the elves, some humans and Orcs were trained to handle a bow. Made from sinew and wood from Archwood.
“The archers seem more useful at hunting, if we had that back then it would save a lot of trouble.” quipped Arkum.
“True, but I guess now that we lived through the time of archery is only thanks to our patron god.”
“Indeed.”
Arkum became a quasi-noble with his status within the village, everyone revered him along with Shavik. However, he was not the only one to have this status, Kavo, Mari and Kasha were all revered.
“The Village changed so much in two decades, didn't it?”
“Yes…” replied by Shavik. “Back then we only had homes, now we have schools, communal bakery, laundry, canteens and farms. If I tell this to my old self I wouldn't have believed it.”
“Haha! You are not wrong in that.”
The two reminisced on their past, Arkum lost his wife and Shavik’s wife soon followed. They were too old to live their natural lifespans. With Kavo’s care they may have lived longer but to go against nature is not their culture.
“Arkum.”
“Yeah?”
“The time for hunters is no more.”
Shavik watched as the farmers fed their yaks, ikkins and chickens with fodder. They watched as grains were stored in pots and sealed for storage. They watched as people gathered in the bakery to bake bread and have dinner or lunch.
“We no longer had to hunt. Isn't this what we wished for years ago?”
Arkum smiled and with contentment, watching how their village struggle to become self-sufficient will always fill him with joy.
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“What's the right word for defenders?”
“Why?” Arkum asked with a raised brow.
“I'm sure we will form another group, but instead of hunters or warriors… it would be another fitting word.”
“Hmm… defender…? I have no idea. Besides, what's the use of asking me with words? Ask Kasha instead.”
“Ah right, knowing you, you wouldn't be able to think about words.”
“Hah?”
Shavik snickered. “Nothing.”
“Anyways, it's going to be time soon. I have to teach Rei with the spear.”
Arkum stood up and brushed any dust clinging to him. “What about you?”
“I’ll be… with my family.”
Shavik’s family consists of his son and his children, which he enjoys the company of and would sometimes teach his ways of fighting. Arkum shrugged and walked off “See you next time then.”
“Will do.”
***
The time spent by Hadro in the Abyss could almost be the third year in Reality. He wanted to waste no more time and led the cavemen which he called the Nefuti people to his domain, there he would teach them how to fish, hunt, farm and everything else to further assert his authority over the land.
Will he be crowned king? No, he will assign a leader in his standard who will run the Abbyssal society, he could have called it Soul Society but that is probably trademarked.
He waited in the first Nefuti cave which he was brought unto, upon his arrival he told the same thing as he did to the second Nefuti people. His settlement is probably in a dangerous spot, but truthfully, everywhere here is dangerous.
He gave three days which would probably add over three years of absence over Reality, he had yet to apply the new system update because he wanted to recheck it if he could add anything meaningful.
If he could, he wanted to give advantage to his followers as much as he could. He could keep giving skills to them, but that would be naive and a waste of resources when they could work for it and make a proper foundation for those skills.
Out of nowhere, Hadro felt a presence that would shake him from his thoughts. Hadro looked forward and saw a strange blur in the woods, it soon moved until it got close enough to see that it was a giant snake.
“Why are snakes so abundant in this continent?”
It lunged at him, but not before hitting a solid transparent wall disorienting itself. Hadro finished it just by crushing its head.
“Oh right, I have to give them some sort of herd animal.”
The SE─divinity─ energy by the snake was not needed so instead of letting it disperse he just let it become meat. Since the creatures of this world are sensitive to will itself then the purpose for which he killed the snake will be followed─ as meat to be consumed.
He placed the corpse of the animal in his storage, and despite its purpose of carrying schematics of what was placed in there, its original purpose of storing things never changed. He waited for a while, days passed and flesh was eaten, and the third-day mark had risen.
First, he visited the first Nefuti people he had met, what used to be only two digits people became three,
“You all are here indeed.”
“All for god─”
“Hadro is my name.”
“For Hadro!”
All bowed, men, women and children. Which Hadro swiftly dismissed. “Right, stay put for a while. We will go unto the promised land.”
They did as Hadro commanded, and although some were still coming from far away he had to act fast. If left alone they will be victims of predators. Without further ado, he rushed, to the second cave of the Nefuti he had met. There he could already see the amount of people that gathered.
But what's more surprising is the pointed ears of some that had gathered. They were carrying clay tablets. He moved around till he saw Kish-kish which he approached.
“Oh god─”
“My name is Hadro.”
“Oh, Hadro!”
Hadro pursed his lips but didn't comment on it. “We will leave now unto the land I promised.” When Kish-Kish heard this, he screamed ‘It is time!’ and a lot of them started rallying, eager to follow Hadro.
Hadro watched them as they moved. A society is judged by how it treats the vulnerable. Old, young and women. All cuddled in the centre of the march while those who can fight are at the edge laying a weary eye for danger.
Hadro smiled, even though these people are broken into groups they seem to understand how to do something right. Until a rock was shattered by his transparent barrier, he looked towards the direction of the aggression unamused.
He saw a couple of men, with patterns draped on their bodies point at Hadro. “You are a fake god!”
Kish-Kish fumed with anger at the audacity of the man. Hadro however, just raised his hand towards Kish-Kish, to calm him down and tell him that he will be handling it. He just used his hand to move the aggressive men out of the group separating them.
When they saw his ability the lot who was sceptical of Kish-kish’s words stopped being doubtful, instead they started showing reverence.
“You have no reason to attack me, nor follow us if you believed me fake. Now scram.”
Hadro sent the bodies of those violent people away like flicking a piece of dirt off his body, he didn't mean to kill them so they were just sent far away, if it was painless is another story.
Without delay, Hadro continued forward. The rest followed and in a few hours thanks to our pace, we met the other group, which bore faces of surprise when they saw the faces of the other group.
“Let us go.”
Soon, the other group followed, bringing whatever they thought valuable. Since their destination was full of danger, Hadro called for Agni. even though their destination is far they are connected by soul.
Since Hadro could feel Agni’s location instinctually, then surely she could too. Hadro slowed his pace which allowed Agni and his group to meet at a more favourable spot. Though that seems to be taken as a foolish decision, multiple people were stalking Hadro’s group.
Their intention is clear, laced with malice. Soon enough a stone randomly flew through the group and hit a child out of everyone. The mother was distressed her cries were immediately heard.
Hadro turned around now in fury. With a stomp of his foot the ground raised and fell like waves of the ocean, everything on its path was razed not even trees remained standing. What was heard were screams of terror before being silenced abruptly.
“Damn animals.”
Hadro muttered, but those near him heard clearly. He stopped to walk towards the injured child, a young boy was bleeding in his head, if the young boy died then he would just disappear into motes of energy. Hadro used his divinity to heal the boy back to health.
“Can you carry him?” He asked the mother.
“Y-yes!” she answered with gratefulness seeping out of her voice.
Hadro nodded and continued their march. A few minutes later he finally met up with Agnni. Agni was provided with the same power as Hadro possesses so her enemies were not that much of a match to her, however, her powers are not for her use alone.
Now she had to protect the rear of the Nefuti group. Which she didn't question, once they entered the more dangerous part of the forest this proved to be a wise decision. Large predators like titan snakes were much more easily fended off by Hadro at the front.
Though a few fainted when they saw the predator of the titan snakes, it was a giant spider. Despite being a god himself, Hadro could not help but pause when he saw the spider lunge out of the trees and drag a giant snake that disappeared within the trees.
Nonetheless, they continued and finally, the comfort of home reached Hadro, the place where everyone could finally be. It was at the end of the forest where a few trees remain, near a river and a rift in reality that is closed.
“Right.”
Without any warning, every tree from a few hectares was uprooted, separated from its roots and debranched. It was all gathered in a single place to store, once that was done the plains were for everyone to see.
I was about to tell them to build their houses, but they were more on a hunter-gatherer lifestyle before. So without further ado, I went to the Foreline village to gather some knowledge.
***
[Year 27]
[Foreline Village]
Pots were passed, with marks on the top to identify the items carried inside. “This one is cloudberries.”
“Oh! I've heard of cloudberries in foreline, they are so delicious, especially when they are turned into juice!” an elf said excitedly as he listed down the pot and its contents.
“Same, I once tasted it when someone in foreline used it as a sauce when cooking meat. It was sweet and tender I tell you.”
“I wonder if I could buy one, Hope I have enough C for it.”
Two elves chattered as they passed the goods with careful hands, each came from a different village. From Foreline to Marshland caravans come and go, the best thing was, instead of bartering they were using [C] as the currency.
The currency in the [Shop] panel seems to be the best currency for them to universally use. It has a value already determined for them to just refer to. Besides, Hadro made sure that they didn't rely on the shop as well. If they used the shop, depending on whether they were selling or buying, the price of the item would either increase or decrease.
This means the value of an item does not stay the same, and this goes to everyone who has access to Hadro’s system. They are all subject to the price fluctuations of the item itself, even if they didn't buy or sell, that's why everyone could neither buy too much nor sell too much.
“All foreline goods are accounted for!”
Hadro was amazed by what he saw, last time he was here they were struggling to defend against monsters. But now it seems like they have enough leeway to make some trade with each other. He thanked his past self for thinking about the best way to make the [Shop] balanced not to invoke overreliance.
He also noted how a feature also gave way to a form of measuring value, as he kept the [Shop] in mind to take the schematic of an object or item and appropriately price it if it didn't exist in the shop before.
Hadro watched as the Elven caravan moved towards a gravel road that was visible even high up in the forest. Hadro watched amazed as the road seemed wide enough for two caravans to move alongside each other. They managed to make a road to move from one settlement to another.
Then again, Archwood and Foreline are closer together than Foreline and Marshland, but that doesn't mean Marshland is completely gone out of the picture, and that is how Hadro watched as geomancer elves were moving rocks out of the mountain.
“We're still two metres off, go dig up and place the support!”
What surprised Hadro the most was how Mari was the one leading the project. Geomancer elves taking bits and pieces off a mountain, and orcs and humans were responsible for moving logistics towards the site.
Hadro watched in interest as Mari used papers, which were made in Foreline itself, with calculations, from what Hadro could understand, the mountain that they were digging through would shorten the travel distance from Foreline to Marshland. Turns out they were making a tunnel in this mountain, not a mining station.
“Alright.” Mari lifted a Yak horn which she blew into.”Alright, break time!”
Once the materials were set down the workers went to a temporary canteen building where their meals were given. Ranging from bread, stew, rice(which is popular with the elves), stir-fried meat and dessert which consists of fruits and some custard if they’re lucky.
Hadro somehow felt himself hungry. Then he remembered, the Altar was always turning all the tributes to him into SE. now that he has a steady supply of SE he wouldn't need to turn every tribute into SE, would he?
Hadro’s greed seeped out a little bit and he went to Foreline Village in case he forgot the reason he was there, he went up to people with the skills he needed and copied their knowledge before going to the alter and changing the intent of how he received the SE.
And wouldn't you know it, in the afternoon, they started their tribute. Since the Altar is small only a few items could be placed above it. Hadro was amused as he watched what he was sure were cooks themselves cooking the most favourite dish within Foreline itself.
Stir-fried meat under Yak tallow, with fried rice cooked in flower oil, and something like a proto pasta using flour and egg from their chicken, experimental since the ratio is still not balanced, which is dressed in juicy cloud berries they are cultivating and finally, a dessert made from buttermilk from Yaks and custard from easily available fruits.
‘These villagers are creative’ thought Hadro.
When the tribute disappeared from the altar, Hadro went to his Realm and saw the tribute on the large desk, he immediately dug in. Even though none of the tribute was going to be spoiled he simply relished them.
“Oh shit, Zoe deserves some of these… and also Magnus. Bah! All of them deserve some of these.”
Hadro sliced the food in portions and sent them to the Aidens, Lazarus excluded (this man got to eat this cuisine every day), who was, out of this picture, happy to receive them. Though he didn't linger any longer, he immediately went back to the Abyss.
However, it appeared that he disappeared and reappeared in a second. A day in Reality is barely an hour here.
“As this is your promised land, I promised you all. You will never have to starve for days on end you may struggle but ultimately you will not suffer any torment.”
Within a second Hadro bestowed them all with the knowledge I took from the village and like zealots kneeled and bowed their heads unto the ground, Hadro sighed, with their collective will, Hadro could feel their gratefulness at full blast.
He sighed and began creating a few tools, from axes to sickles made from metal and placed them down in an area. With his mind, he could tell that the Nefuti were now all his followers, with a thought he scanned their heads and memories. And pointed forward, his finger landing on an old man.
“You are now the leader of this settlement. Distribute the roles and work to everyone.”
The old man dug his head down to the ground, Hadro wanted to sigh but he just took the gesture lightly. He remembered that the system update had yet to pass and he had to worry about the damn ascending period where he is nothing but a sitting duck. Within this period he would not be able to move at all nor do any interference.
So before he went and ascended he had to make sure to cover as many holes as much as possible, in case something leaked or in this case, shook the integrity of the community of his followers then it would be accounted for and dealt with accordingly.
He watched as the Old man stood up and looked around the people. Hadro thought it over if he should give him some help by another form of moderator to an admin but went against it, instead, he let it naturally happen to see how far they could get.
Hadro’s eyes landed on Agni. She was alone in protecting the whole growing settlement and could not protect everyone alone. Without hesitation, Hadro created eleven more Aidens, Agni was wide-eyed at what she saw.
“Father?”
“I cannot allow you to take the burden of protecting them alone.”
When Hadro had his memory… fixed by the dead god presumably, he realised that the Abyss is supposed to be one by one(1:1) record of reality with a time dilation, it is not supposed to turn into SE whenever he killed a record of an animal.
His Abyssal knowledge was misleading from the start. Hadro was suspicious of how the creation of the system even managed to come to fruition but he had a suspicion that it was because of the outer gods. And the sun he saw when he came here was the last bit of retaliation to whomever they fought.
To mislead any newborn god they ever had managed to put their grasp on. His eyes landed on the eleven new Aidens that stood before him.
“Welcome, my children. I hope my intent was clear after your creation?”
“Yes. Father.”
Unlike the first time, the newly born Aidens did not call Hadro but instead, they called him father. It pleased him that his power as a god was becoming solidified once he tuned himself to the mindset.
With a thought, Agni and all eleven Aidens bore wings behind their backs, enabling them to fly. He doubts that the only threat is on land, so with this, he wishes that they could protect themselves from above after that naming was due.
“You will be Mikhael,”
Hadro pointed to the far right to the left and recited their names. Paul, Gaby, Lorraine, Leonel, Gazzo, Reno, Xavier, Desmond, Asmond, and Yumi. they all have a unified purpose, Protect the Nefuti settlement. After vocalising their purpose, Hadro left the Abyss and went to the Village. A few days have passed in the minutes he was in the abyss but it's hardly a week so nothing major had happened.
But that's not what he was for. He immediately went to his Realm where he started to write a book. One thing Hadro realised when his memory was ‘fixed’ by that old god is how many memories he had were suppressed.
Like the time his father went to a church to pray to a god he didn't have faith in solely because expenses weren't enough for his mother’s treatment, how he remembers having a pet hamster that didn't have a peaceful death (it escaped through the vents and starved there). He remembered how he almost drowned in a lake because he thought he could swim and so forth.
One thing that gave Hadro a realisation is that no subject out there is without a book. From the most complicated of sciences to the most absurd German fable. There is always a book to discuss it. It would be stupid for Hadro to just leave his followers in a practice of tribute and prayers of thanks.
No, Hadro is pretty sure, that in Earth’s humanity, prehistoric or historic times, most of their advancement was related to religion. Not just comfort, art, war, and tradition could exist without religion. From the disagreement of faith to the most agreeable treaties included a form of faith.
And what does religion have? A record, a book of their preaches of beliefs and ideals. Hadro could not leave to ascend for who knows how long without giving them a guideline─a direction.
One of the best guidelines for humanity is the Ten Commandments, which undoubtedly isn't followed a lot. So instead of copying the ten Hadro just pick the suitable ones. And named it the Six Tenets.
Copying the last six, he didn't want to let his followers see worshipping other gods as a sin, not because he is an eccentric, but because he was sure that shortly some of them would convert not by will, but by force also he does not have a day of Sabbath.
But that was not only it, he had to give them a story to follow, some that indicated a lesson. After all, fiction doesn't appear to exist at this time of the year so everything that he will scribe will be taken seriously. The Book of Beginnings was taken as a sign of the future how do the people of Foreline even think about this new book?
What Hadro decided on however is to highlight, Bravery, Courage, Integrity, Community, Compassion and Love. with six total parts, of course, these stories are sometimes real to absurd, some of which are taken out of actual history. How Spartans defended a position with three hundred men against hundreds of thousands of Persians was described as bravery.
Hadro labelled his book, ‘Odigosgraphy: The Greater Good’ he praised himself with the work, some taken out of history that never happened in this world but some story made from his mind, then he started reading it to double check and his ease of mind. Then he realised, why did he only add good things? With a new chapter, he added, Depravity and Degeneracy. Hadro’s reason for this was simple, if people could only see the right, how could they realise what is wrong?
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Numeric Status:
[Name]:
[Class]:
[Attribute points]:
Might─
Strength:
Constitution:
Dexterity:
Cunning─
Intellect:
Perception:
Charisma:
Mobility─
Proprioception:
Agility:
Reflex:
Recovery─
Tolerance:
Cooldown:
Vitality:
Endurance─
Resilience:
Tenacity:
Resistance:
Spirit:
Luck:
[Traits&Characteristics]
[Titles & Achievement]
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After one last check the book and the System updates he forgotten to add, he released it for his followers the book soon materializing upon the altar.
***
The Drakins were descendants of the dragonic bloodline, generation after generation they told the story about the golden dragon that descended to mate with his lover, what race the lover was is not specified. The curiosity of the others to know was soon huffed out after their tyrant deity ruled over them.
The Drakins went onwards with their life, Allie could see that the trauma was soon waning after a few years, and she wished it would be gone soon. So they could connect with Foreline soon without their anxious mind.
However, what soon greeted the Drakin village that Allie could not be prepared for were humans from the northern forest of the Southern Ridge. Hundreds and hundreds of humans were relocating themselves.
“We beg you, help us!”
The Chief of the Drakins and the Oldest Chief of the humans met each other. It served a good however, she could see the concern in the Drakin tribe and their goodwill.
The Drakin Tribe is not rich, but its resources are abundant. Ever since the death of the Drakin’s Tyrants death. They didn't have to offer exorbitant amounts of tribute and they can finally use it for themselves. Chief Drakin looked at the human, all the Drakin had ever done in its life was to think for the village, so in this situation, he was new.
However, there was a problem with the language. Though, he didn't need it to see that the human was begging. The chief stood up and kneeled in front of the human lifting his shoulders.
“We will help you.”
The Drakin placed a hand on his chest. The Human didn't understand, however, he knew the Drakin before him was sincere and with hope, he felt that they would help them. Though, Allie was confused, how did Hadro manage to miss this group of humans?