Meanwhile,
On the Human Continent,
In a Small Village,
Nestled at the foot of mist-veiled hills, the village of Maple Hollow rested in tranquil obscurity.
Thatched cottages dotted the rolling green, smoke curling lazily from crooked chimneys, like those in Ghibli animes.
Wildflowers grew in patches near the stone paths, and old wooden fences creaked gently in the breeze, half-eaten by moss and time.
Kuckoo-
Chii! Chikkk!
Tinggg! Tingggg!
Chickens clucked freely, dogs napped in corners, and the soft chime of a blacksmith's hammer echoed faintly from a distant forge.
"Hahahah.... Hahahaha... Chase me, chase me,"
"Urggg... You are so unfair,"
Children's laughter rang across the village square.
Three boys chased a girl and a calf, giggling as the frisky creature bounced and kicked, its tiny horns not yet sharp, its eyes wide with playful innocence.
