In a snowy place, there was a small village. From a small cabin, the sound of a crying baby could be heard.
Baby crying
That night was quiet and dark. A husband and wife were looking at their newly born child—into the world. A woman held her baby wrapped in cloth.
Her hair was a beautiful light blue, and her eyes were purple. A man with wolf ears looked at his child proudly, just like his wife.
The wife's name was Lyra Durga, a mother full of love for her child. She was 20 years old. Lyra was a mixed race of Elf and Demon.
And her husband was named Ragnar, a brave father in his village.
He was a father who would protect his wife and child in any situation.
Ragnar was a mixed race of Human (Barbarian) and Wolf.
Ragnar held his baby proudly and said,
"This child will become a strong knight."With his dark hair and blue eyes, he smiled while carrying his child.
The villagers also shared in the joy of the birth.
During that joyful festival, a soldier's voice was heard,
"Destroy everything, burn it all, and leave nothing behind. All for Cleomenes. Erase demon blood from this world!"
The voice was loud.
The soldiers in the village prepared themselves. The women ran, and Lyra told everyone to disguise themselves as humans.
"Everyone, disguise yourselves as humans."
They all looked like ordinary humans. They ran to save their children.
Lyra said,
"Ragnar, come with me. I don't want you to die,"
her voice soft but sincere.
Ragnar replied firmly,
"My wife, believe in me. If I die but you and our child survive, then that is enough.
Take good care of yourself."
His face showed no sadness, but his heart was shattered.
(Damn humans. I just started enjoying the warmth of my family, yet you want to exterminate mixed races like us.)
Ragnar cut down many people with his sword. Eleven people died by his hand, but he was stabbed by a sword and split apart.
Lyra could only run while crying,
"My husband… may you be safe."
They all traveled about 12 kilometers, sometimes stopping, sometimes running. Many people died because of the extreme cold of -13 degrees. Only 28 children survived out of more than 100, and only 17 mothers survived out of 89.
They arrived at a village not covered in snow, a village where sunlight shone upon the leaves and trees. The atmosphere was warm. The village was named Ehrenfeld.
There were simple wooden houses and a religious complex with three temples.
A guard approached them and said,
"You are all newcomers."
Lyra replied,
"We are all widows whose husbands were killed in the war. May we stay here?"
The guard replied warmly,
"Yes."
It turned out the village was still mostly uninhabited, as it had just been built by the village chief named Florin, aged 16, who was appointed by his father. (Yeah… having connections really makes a difference.)
The guard gave each of them a large house with enough rooms to accommodate everyone.
"Please, room 102, Lady Lyra."
Lyra entered and looked at her baby boy.
"I promised his father that if the baby was a boy, your name would be Simeon,"
she said with a warm expression.
Lyra looked at her child, whose eyes resembled his father's and whose small hair color was like her own.
"My handsome child, become a true man."
After that, Lyra received free food and clothing provided by the village chief.
Lyra entered her room and heard the sound of a baby crying.
Lyra wiped away Simeon's tears.
"Don't cry, my child.
You're having a bad dream."
Her child slowly calmed down and fell asleep.