Chief Tarik gazed at Dastarn, concern evident in his weary eyes.

"Dastarn, my valiant scout, you've been pushing yourself to the limit. Go home and rest. We shall commence this expedition in two days' time."

Dastarn hesitated for a moment, torn between his duty and his longing for his children.

"I should do that, Chief. I miss my little ones dearly. But I believe one day of respite will suffice. As soon as the team is assembled, we shall embark on our quest."

Suddenly, a furrowed brow crossed Chief Tarik's face as he recalled a recent encounter.

"Ah, I almost forgot. Ennara paid me a visit earlier today. Something troubled her deeply, and she abruptly left in distress. It seemed connected to what you discovered, though her visions were shrouded in obscurity. Take a moment to check on her, Dastarn."

Dastarn sighed, somewhat unfazed by the mention of Ennara's visions.

"Visions, ha? It's no surprise. I'll make sure to see if she's alright. Fear not, Chief, I shall inform you when the team is ready. I bid you farewell for now."

"With anticipation, we await your word."

The chief said watching Dastarn leave the room and close the door behind, then after some small hushed conversation, probably with Danna, Dastarn left the house.

For the chief was in his study inside his house instead of the adjacent office to the house.

"At times his courteousness and discipline among rank personnel resurfaces, like he is used to it. I guess everyone has their story." Chief Tarik sighed looking at the door Dastarn left through.

As he settled into his study, Chief Tarik couldn't help but reflect on the diverse stories that made Talia village so unique.

Each resident carried their own tale, their own secrets and past. It was a place where newcomers could find solace and acceptance, as long as a native vouched for them.

Dastarn and Ennara had found their place in the village with the help of Retta's endorsement, and it was through that connection that Ennara's visions resurfaced once again.

In the vast Azuria Continent, true magicians were a rarity, and those who displayed magical talent during the awakening ceremony at the age of six were destined for a life of success.

There were also spirit magicians, not as uncommon as true magicians, but still a coveted gift.

Most children aspired to awaken as either magicians or spirit magicians, hoping to harness the power of spells or spirits.

For those who missed out on those opportunities, becoming knights or warriors blessed with Aura was the next best outcome.

And if even that eluded them, they were labeled as the "devoids" or the "barren," possessing bodies devoid of both mana and Aura.

Ennara, blessed with mana, had sacrificed her magical talents for her freedom, but her interest in nature and spirit magic had led her to this village.

It was here that her spirit magic began to flourish, and with the birth of Ryn, the Ash Crown Forest underwent transformative changes, attracting

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outsiders who saw it as a treasure trove.

To protect their beloved forest, the council of Talia village was formed, with Talia herself serving as the Seer, guiding them through the mysteries and perils that lay ahead.

The council of Talia village began to take shape around the trusted people of the village. Other respected individuals from the community joined Retta, Tarik, Enara, and, each bringing their unique skills and perspectives to the table.

They gathered regularly in the meeting room adjacent to Tarik's residence, discussing strategies, sharing knowledge, and strengthening their bond as a united front.

Retta, known for her sharp wit and extensive knowledge of the village's history, became the council's historian.

She delved into ancient texts from the chief's study and legends, unearthing forgotten tales that held clues to the mysteries of the Ash Crown forest. Her research provided valuable insights into the forest's magical properties and the potential threats that lurked within.

Tarik, as the village chief, assumed the role of the council's leader. With his wisdom and experience, he guided the discussions and decision-making processes, ensuring that the village's best interests were always at the forefront. His leadership inspired confidence and fostered a sense of unity among the council members.

Enara, with her intuitive nature and deep connection to the spiritual realm, became the council's seer.

She honed her abilities to sense the ebb and flow of energy within the village and the forest, providing invaluable guidance in times of uncertainty.

Through her visions and dreams, she glimpsed glimpses of the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead, helping the council steer their actions with foresight.

Dastarn, respected for his hunting skills and resourcefulness, took on the role of the council's scout and strategist.

He explored the outskirts of the village, mapping the terrain, and identifying potential threats.

His sharp instincts and keen eye for detail proved invaluable, as he uncovered signs of encroachment from outsiders who sought to exploit the forest's power.

The council, an assembly of minds handpicked for their expertise and strategic prowess, congregates to shape the destiny of their village.

Bound by a shared purpose, the council members stand as pillars of governance, their roles intertwined to create a harmonious balance of power.

Just as the gears within a finely crafted timepiece seamlessly rotate, each council member plays their part, delicately orchestrating the intricate mechanisms of state.

While their tasks may differ in detailed execution, the broader strokes of their responsibilities remain aligned, interconnected like the threads of a grand tapestry.

United by their shared goals, these esteemed individuals shoulder the burdens of decision-making, ensuring the welfare and prosperity of their village.

Their positions are seen as vital keystones upon which the foundation of their society rests, trusting in their wisdom and discernment to steer the course of their land.

Together, the council members worked tirelessly to fortify the village's defenses and deepen their understanding of the Ash Crown forest.

They organized training sessions, equipping villagers with essential survival skills and knowledge of the forest's flora and fauna.

They established watchtowers and patrols to keep a vigilant eye on the village's borders, ensuring the safety of their community.

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Boldly entering the threshold, Dastarn declared his return with great expectations, eager to bask in the warm embrace of his loving family.

But to his dismay, a resounding silence greeted him, filling the air with an unsettling stillness. It was as if the walls themselves barely whispered a welcome.

"This silence... something is amiss," Dastarn muttered, his apprehension growing.

"At the very least, Ryn should've come bounding towards me with open arms."

Dastarn's gaze swept over the house, and his eyes settled upon a neatly set table, untouched and abandoned.

A flicker of hope sparked in his heart as he turned his attention towards the bedroom door.

"Perhaps Narra and the baby are peacefully sleeping," he mused, a soft smile curling upon his lips.

With delicate steps, Dastarn approached the bedroom door, intent on surprising his slumbering loved ones.

But as he neared, a sight caught his eye - the back door stood ajar, inviting him to venture outside.

Curiosity piqued, he redirected his path towards the backyard, eager to uncover the mystery that unfolded before him.

In the distance, under the shade of the majestic tree, sat Ryn in a state of deep meditation.

A mix of relief and amusement washed over Dastarn's face as he observed his son's unwavering commitment to training.

"Ah, he was here all along, diligently honing his skills," he murmured, a mischievous smirk flashing across his features.

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Dastarn cautiously tiptoed closer to where Ryn sat, his hands transforming into monstrous claws, ready to spring a fright upon his unsuspecting son.

But just as he was about to strike, Ryn's voice rang out, piercing through the tranquil air.

"Dad, teach me the art of wielding swords."

"What!?"

Dastarn exclaimed, caught off guard by the unexpected request.

His voice carried surprise and a touch of excitement, almost reaching a fervent yell.