At that time, in the evening, in the Witch Village.

When Lezlie retired to her tent to rest after a long day, Prince Arthur, the prince of the second kingdom, was slowly making his way to his own tent. The road was calm and quiet, with no one around. The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

As he walked, he saw Lezlie's grandfather approaching him from a little further down the road. The prince didn't say a word until he reached the old man's side. When he got there, he opened his mouth to say good night, but Lezlie's grandfather beat him to it and asked him a question.

"Have you seen my granddaughter?" he asked.

"Yes," replied Prince Arthur. "She has retired to her tent to rest."

"Thank you," said the grandfather. "You were King Mike's son, weren't you?"

"I am," replied the prince. "Prince Arthur, heir to the second kingdom, at your service."

"I knew your father," said the grandfather. "You look like him. He was a good and wise man. He was very sad after the death of King Einar. He loved his father and his brothers."

"It was very sad what he went through," said Prince Arthur.

"Everyone goes through sad things," said the grandfather. "It's the cycle of nature. The important thing is to overcome it. Lezlie lost her father when she was a little girl and her mother recently, but she's still here. She's still striving for something. What I'm trying to say is that our choices make us who we are."

"What if we don't have a choice?" asked Prince Arthur.

"There is always a way," replied the grandfather.

"What about that day? Was there a way for the wolf race?"

"Perhaps," said the grandfather. "But I didn't realize it at the time. Now I know a little more. I advise you to be careful with your choices because once a decision is made, there is no going back."

With those words, Lezlie's grandfather left Prince Arthur's side and continued on his way. The prince went to his tent, deep in thought about the words spoken by the old man. And so everyone retired to their tents in the darkness of the night.

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Lezlie's Tent

As the morning light filtered through the trees, I made my way to the same spot in the forest where I had been training the day before. I closed my mind to all distractions and focused all my attention on one thing: the deer that I had seen yesterday. My goal was to learn quickly, so I was trying to concentrate on a single creature for the moment.

It was as if a bond had formed between us after our encounter yesterday. I could feel its presence in my mind, and if I pushed a little harder, I was sure that I could see into its thoughts. At first, it was quite difficult, but gradually I began to keep pace with the deer. I followed its breathing, visualized its eye blinks, and concentrated on its footsteps.

The only image that formed in my mind was of how the deer was thinking. Although I couldn't see its thoughts directly, I could sense them. I was sure that if I concentrated a little more, I could enter its mind. My thoughts occasionally drifted to the others in the forest, but no matter how curious I was about them, I had to stay focused on my training. The sooner I completed it, the sooner I could see them.

At the same time, I didn't know when the potion would wear off. But for now, it was still energizing me and giving me strength. No wonder it was so rare. Clearing my mind once more, I focused on the deer. For hours, I stayed with one thought, but unfortunately, despite all my efforts, I achieved nothing.

The next day, I returned to the same spot in the forest and repeated the same movements. I kept trying for several days without stopping. Just when I was starting to lose hope, I experienced a feeling that I had never felt before. I had caught a glimpse of something new, an intuition that I had not sensed before. In the deer that I had been focusing on for days, this time I was feeling something different.

When I closed my eyes and concentrated, I realized that I needed to let go of the intensity and allow my mind to flow freely. Taking a deep breath, I surrendered myself to the darkness once again. But this time everything was different. Instead of focusing on the deer, I started to think like it. I tried to bring my attention to the things that it was focused on and to merge my consciousness with its own.

At first, I was afraid that I would get the same result as before. But then suddenly, my darkness gave way to light. For a moment, I thought that I had opened my eyes. But these eyes were not mine. When I looked around, I saw that I was in the forest, but my perspective was much lower than before. And then I saw myself sitting in the middle of the forest with my eyes closed. These were the eyes of the deer standing in front of me. When I realized this, I knew that I had succeeded.

After days of effort, I could now read minds and feel their emotions. I had never been so happy. Filled with excitement, I opened my eyes and ran towards the village. I couldn't wait to tell my grandfather the good news and learn more about my new power.

Even though I spent so much time for a power, it was worth it, reading people's minds and manipulating them was the last thing I wanted to do, but as my grandfather said, I could use this power in any difficulties of war.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be nice to use it relentlessly.