Lest we forget

Haemir felt an extreme headache while slowly regaining his consciousness. As he gradually opens his eyes the scenes of his fathers' death came to his mind.

"No, it can't be even though I got prophesied that something might happen to my father I still couldn't do anything about it. Why, why does this happen to me?" The tears running down his cheeks landed on the pillow underneath his head.

"You couldn't have done anything, in that situation, it was all the Lords fault, he was the one who ordered to shoot our people. But more importantly than what you could have done is the question of what you can do now that it happened. The power inside of you is strong enough to create a place where everyone can have a happy and fulfilling life without such tragedies." The Elf sitting beside his bed put the book he was reading on the side.

"Do you mean that strange burning I felt before passing out, is that the power you are talking about?"

"Hmm, let me give you a quick lesson about your ancestors. Long before humans even existed Elfs were present in every forest on the planet living in harmony with nature. Upon all races, the Goddess Rianke bestowed only us with the power of magic. As the years passed and new races took our place with their technological machinery, the knowledge of magic slowly faded out of our memories. The headache you are probably having right now comes from the exhaustion of said magic power called Mana"

"I...I don't understand what does this have to do with me when everyone is able to use it and what is this place and even more important who are you?"

"Kukuku, how about you take some rest and we continue our little talk later when you have recovered."

"At least give me your name before you go." Haemir stretched his hand in an attempt to stop him from leaving.

"They call me Aiduin, I'm the elder of this village."

As soon as he left the door Haemir lost control over his emotions and again burst into tears while mourning his father's death. But the feelings of sadness and loss soon gave birth to another thought.

"I need to get stronger, stronger than anyone else so that I can get revenge for my father. This power he mentioned, I should learn how to use it." His eyes were filled with hatred and blood ran out of his clenched fist.

It took a while for Haemir to calm down and finally take a look at his surroundings. He was in a small room with nothing more than the bed he was lying on, a small cabinet and an artfully decorated wardrobe. The moment he stood up his head started throbbing again and everything began to spin around him. Step by step, he tried to reach the wooden door and what should have been a couple of meters felt like a voyage. As he finally opened the door an incredible view presented itself in front of him. Houses were constructed and integrated into gigantic trees and every building was connected through bridges and paths made out of tree branches. Walking up and down on those paths were Elfs.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Aiduin?" Haemir wanted to quickly find an answer to all his questions and decided to immediately search for the old Elf.

"Yes just follow this road until you reach a big house with a roof build-out of flowers" The passerby quickly continued his walk, apparently being in a hurry.

Still astonished by the place he found himself in, Haemir followed the directions given to him while observing every house attentively until he noticed a small cottage with a roof made of interwoven yellow flowers.

After two gentle knocks, Haemir enters in a relatively spacious room with books lying around everywhere hiding the existence of a kitchen and what seemed to be a plum loo.

"I didn't think you would come here this soon, given that you were unconscious for an entire week. Feel free to make yourself comfortable, under that pile of books should be a chair for you." Aiduin who was lying on a couch pointed towards a small hill of books.

"I presume you came to receive an answer to all the questions from before?"

Haemir nodded as he moved the books from the chair.

"Well then, might as well give you another history lesson. This is a village out of sixteen in the southern woods of what you now call the Greenwald region. The territory now under the reign of the Emperor was once the last kingdom of our species until we surrendered in the last expansion war of Gagrica. Since then, we are the last ones living by the old beliefs of our race, through hiding in this forest our small communities went unnoticed by the Empire. To this day we still haven't forgotten our grudge towards the Empire and are planning to take back our lands. And so together with the other villages, we created a small resistance group to achieve that goal. This is where your abnormal power comes in. As you already said everyone here can use magic the only difference lies in your immense Mana pool. While normal people can at best enhance their physical abilities, you can perform spells we could only dream about, including the thing you did last week."

"So, in short, you need my powers to overthrow the government and rebuild the old kingdom."

"Yes and no, as of now your powers are unpolished if you get out of control like the last time we would be in serious trouble, therefore, you first need to learn how to control your Mana, in the case you join us that is."

"If you can guarantee that I can become powerful enough to kill that Lord then I will join you"

"Welcome to the resistance than" With a smirk on his face Aiduin offered a handshake

Summer 1916 after Idemis' ascension, with the resistance receiving more support from the population, given the recent massacre, they started to openly attack official governmental convoys and buildings in Greenwald, forcing the Empire to dispatch reinforcements to help Lord Áeán.