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Will was excited, this was a new chapter in his recently acquired life. Will approached the village the sides, the front and the back of the village had roads coming out, so he decided to go from the sides. Once the patrolling guard past by his point of entry, Will immediately sprinted towards the village. The village itself looked empty, but it wasn't quiet. He could hear people conversing and moving around inside their houses. No one was poor enough to not have candles lit in their houses, which was a good sign for Will. This meant that the powers at be had allocated enough resources to this village for it to be worthwhile settling in.

Yet, I couldn’t shake the tension in their shoulders or the worry flickering in their gazes, making my stomach uneasy. As we approached the elder’s village, the harsh landscape melted away into a scene filled with lush greenery and vibrant flowers. The sweet scent of blooming nature contrasted with the acrid smell of smoke and blood we had left behind in Hampton. Nestled in a valley, the village was breathtaking, framed by towering mountains and thick forests. The houses were made of stone and wood, their roofs cloaked in moss and ivy. I could see tendrils of smoke curling up from chimneys, carrying the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting meat.

*** The entity stepped back— *** And vanished. *** ### The Restoration The village snapped back into place. *** Not perfectly. *** But stable. *** Survivable. *** ### The Aftermath Victoria exhaled slowly. *** “That…” *** A pause. *** “…was not fun.” *** Raven glanced at her. *** “No.” *** Her voice was quieter now. *** “But it learned.” *** Victoria smirked faintly. *** “So did we.” *** ### The Truth Ahead Raven looked out over the village. *** “They’re not just watching anymore,” she said.

(King Idra – POV, ) The village is quieter now. Not peaceful, never that, but the chaos has dulled into something heavier. Smoke still rises in slow, twisting spirals. The crackle of dying flames lingers beneath low murmurs and soft cries. Survival has replaced panic. I remain where the shadows are thickest. Unseen. Unnoticed. Watching. She moves through the remains of the village like she belongs to it. Not as a ruler. Not as someone above them. But as something… woven into their survival.

The sun shines in my face as the doors open, making me cover my eyes. Talon leads me down the stairs. I uncover my eyes to such a beautiful village. When I was brought in my eyes had been covered, so I missed it all. I stare in awe at all the different sizes of houses, from small to large, all unique in their own way. Forestry surrounds the village, adding in wonderful scents and animal songs. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of lavender. Freya purring in delight to the beauty of the nature.

she began, but he dismissed her with a wave of his hands. “You’ll know once we get there. What’s the point of spoiling the fun?” She didn’t say a word after that and just finished her food. There was just so much on her mind, and she didn’t know where to start. But answers were what she craved, and Nat wasn’t ready to give them to her. Nat skilfully manoeuvred the car off the main road, taking a bumpy turn into the uneven roads of the countryside. Jave, as it was called, was the village located the closest to Neon. The villagers survived on traditional methods, contradicting how the residents of Neon lived.

From their line of sight, both could see that behind the wall of foliage hid a small village of sorts. This hidden village was much smaller in size when compared to villages such as Elderwood Village and Thousand Wood Village. It looks similar to that small village that Kirou had teleported to get to the mountainous region where the lizardman tribe lived. The clones observed the archer heading to what looks like the village head's house before turning to give each other a knowing look. Giving each other a nod, one of the clones dispelled to relay the information back to Kirou while the other kept a silent watch over the hidden village from its hidden location amongst the treetops. For now, i

Chapter 97: The Arrival The sun rose slowly over the village, painting the sky in soft pink and orange. Roosters crowed in the distance, and smoke began curling from rooftops as families prepared breakfast. Life continued at its gentle pace. But something different was coming. Something the village didn’t expect. --- A black SUV drove quietly along the narrow road leading into the village. It didn’t make much noise, but it still turned heads. Strangers in cars like that didn’t come here often.

“You’ll bring them back?” I didn’t lie. “We’ll find what took them.” The village was two hours north, tucked between dead fields. By the time we got there, the sun was already low and orange. Crows lined the rooftops like they were waiting for us to fail. The houses looked empty. Doors cracked, windows boarded. Smoke rose from one chimney. A woman met us near the well. Her eyes were sunken, and she held a kitchen knife like she’d forgotten she had it.

Now, I have found out he’s alive in a village I’ve never even heard of. Lazlo brushes his hand against mine as he passes me the last of the packs. Together, we lead the horses toward the narrow path that winds downhill through the trees. The village waits beyond the next ridge, smaller than I imagined, just a handful of cottages pressed into the hillside, smoke rising from stone chimneys, the scent of baking bread and damp wool thick in the air. Children chase each other barefoot through the grass. A pony whinies once, sauntering off to follow a stray goat into a makeshift barn.