Dawn was slowly breaking, painting the skies of Amestricy with shades e and gold. Dwalgik’s workshop was silent, a stark trast to the previous days, which had been filled with otion and curious visitors eager to hear about Hitory’s battle against the bandits. Now, the stillness seemed to reflect the young man’s thoughts. He had woken up early, his body still sore, but his spirit restless. Something inside him called out, an almost instinctive urge to move forward and seek answers.As he walked through the narrow corridors of the workshop, his fingers lightly brushing against the hanging bdes, Hitory felt torn. What had awakened inside him was frightening, yet also intriguing. The figure that had surrounded him during the battle against the bandits was not something ordinary. He khat, even though he couldn’t expin how. It was something a, something different. But what exactly?The memory of the ruins in the forest kept ing back. The inscriptions oohe fleeting glow wheouched them... all of it seemed ected to what he felt during the fight. He o find out more. The weight of the mystery made him yearn for knowledge, but he knew he wouldn’t find answers iricy.
A Difficult DecisionAt the kit table, Dwalgik sat with a cup of tea in his hands, watg his son’s movements. When Hitory finally spoke, his voice was resolute.— “Father, I o go to the Capital of Valonia.” — He paused, breathing deeply before tinuing.— “I o uand what happeo me. I o know what this thing means and how I use it. If I don’t do this, I won’t be able to fulfill my promise.”Dwalgik was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the young man. He saw the determination in his son’s eyes, a fme he reized — the same one Zelia, Hitory’s mother, always carried.— “If this is what you believe is right, then go,” — Dwalgik replied. — “But know that the Capital is a ruthless pce. You won’t just find ahere; you’ll find challenges. It will be a lonely journey, Hitory.”With a nod, Hitory prepared to leave. He strapped a simple sword to his waist and packed a bag with basic provisions. Before leaving, his father grabbed his shoulder.— “Take this.” — Dwalgik handed him a small amulet in the shape of a pendant, a polished pieetal with a blue stone in the ter. — “It beloo your mother. It may not look like much, but she always said it gave her strength. Maybe it will do the same for you.”Hitory held the amulet carefully, feeling the calm energy it emanated. For a moment, he was silent, staring at the pendant in his hands. Then, he looked up at his father, a renewed determination in his eyes.— “I promise I’ll e bae, father.” — His voice was firm, filled with emotion. — “I won’t fail you... or mom.”Dwalgik squeezed his son’s shoulder firmly, but said nothing more. His words weren’t he look they exged said everything.With the amulet around his ned the promise eg in his heart, Hitory turned a, carrying more than just a bag and a sword — he also carried the weight of a new journey and the strength of the promise he had made.
The Journey BeginsThe road to the Capital of Valonia was long and filled with uainties. Hitory walked through open fields, the wind brushing against his face as he adjusted his sword from time to time. Each step seemed to take him further from the safety of the city, but also closer to something new — something he couldn’t .In a small vilge along the way, he made a brief stop. The pce was simple, but weling, with wooden houses and children running through the narrow streets. While resting in a local tavern, he overheard versations about the growing tension in the kingdom. They spoke of powerful mages in the Capital and fas fighting for trol of a knowledge.— “These old grimoires only bring trouble,” — a man with a thick beard said to a the ter.— “The more they mess with those relics, the more bad things happen.”Hitory listened in silence, but each word seemed to fuel his curiosity even more. He khe a books could hold the answers he was seeking, but he also khat tampering with old secrets always brought risks.
Refles Uhe StarsThat night, while camping in a clearing, Hitory took out the notebook he always carried with him. He scribbled down his thoughts, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. He wrote:“Echoes of Silehat was what he felt inside — a quiet voice, but powerful, eg in the silence of his mind. He knew he o listen to it, uand it, but what did it mean? Was it a call or a curse? As he looked at the stars, holding his mother’s amulet, he promised himself he wouldn’t give up.
The Enter on the RoadOhird day of his jourhe weather ged. Gray clouds covered the sky, and the cold wind blew across the road. As he walked through a more desote stretch, Hitory heard voices in the distahe full moon poured its silvery light over the silent clearing, except for distant sounds that disturbed the serenity of the night. The echo of a weak voice, almost choked, reached Hitory’s ears.— “H-help... someone…” — the voice pleaded, den with desperation.Then, low muffled groans broke the silence. Hitory’s heart raced, and he quickly advanced dowrail until he reached the source of the sound. As he approached the se, his breath became heavy, and his anger began to boil.
End of EP 3: Echoes of Silence
