- You seem unusually nervous. – Karcsa stated nonchalantly before licking his fingers and turning a page. He was re-reading his friends' booklets written in Magor, because he had finished them and Kese hadn't given him a new one.

- Why Elemental?

- Don't change the topic.

- Answer first.

The dark haired boy sighed. – I need to practice it... You know, Kese, I want to leave the island. – the blonde gazed at him stunned. - Emese and I are planning to start a tour around the Elemental Nations and other villages next year or the year after. We would make money from our shows; she with her falcons and I with my horses and bows. Maybe we could even profit from the shinobi's crisis. They'll need some non-chakra way of travel and other things, and one of the many villages might need exactly us to teach their people how to use them.

- I see. – Kese couldn't hide his bitterness.

- Don't make a face like that. I have my reasons, and I'm sure you feel the same.

- What do you mean?

- This island is too silent. Of course, it's peaceful and lovely and beautiful, but nothing ever happens; except the pirates. If I stay here, I won't have a life. I would get married, have children and have to do the same thing until I die, like everyone else here. I feel like I'm in a cage and dad can't understand this; but Emese does. This is the exact same reason she left the island eleven years ago.

- And Ákos? She would leave him here?

- He's more like my father. He likes to do the usual things and he's a little afraid of new challenges. He wouldn't like a life Emese and I want. So yes, she would leave him here; he would be fine with my dad.

Kese sighed. These news Karcsa had just told him caught him off guard.

- So... This is why I have to practice Elemental. I don't want to sound like a foreigner.

- But you do.

- Oh, shut up... – they fell in silence, then Karcsa spoke again. – So...

- Hm?

- Have you ever thought about it?

- About what?

- About leaving the island. You know, living your own life, finding yourself, and in your case, finding your roots.

- I can't deny, I often think about this. But every time I mention it to father or mother, they become... sad. And I hate making them sad.

- You are postponing the inevitable.

- I know. – the blonde started to fidget with his plume, doodling in his booklet. Karcsa dived into reading again, but came back soon. He examined his friend's features, and for a moment he saw a white hood resting on his back. The same white hood he had read about in the blonde's booklets.

The Magor boy shook his head, clearing his vision and sighed at his own musing. - So, why are you being so nervous today?

Kese was so surprised by this question he dropped the plume and blushed. – Trust me, you don't want to know it.

In the middle of the night the blonde heard someone opening his door. He didn't sit at his desk writing his booklets; he was already in bed. It was dark, but he was able to see quite well, and he spotted a small figure in the doorstep.

- Jolánta, why aren't you sleeping? – he whispered, his voice sounded strange.

- Keseee, can I sleep with you tonight? Please! – her begging rang through his room.

The blonde hesitated while adjusting something under his cover. – No.

- Why?

- Because we will soon sleep together in your bed for a while.

- Why?

- Because winter's coming and we can heat only the big room. And if I'm sleeping next to you, you won't get cold while you're sleeping.

- But I'm so cold right now.

- Then sleep with mother and father. You're small; you can worm yourself in between them.

- But Csepke is there.

- Then you can sleep with her as well.

- But Keseee, I want to sleep with you! Please!

- I said no.

- But why? – she was on the verge of crying.

- Because we will soon sleep together in your bed, and then my bed will be all alone. It wants me to stay here. It wants only me. Go back to your room now and sleep with mother and father. I promise I'll sleep a lot with you when the time comes. Okay?

- Okay... – she sniffled and closed his door.

- I might have been a little too harsh. – he sighed. – Did you have to play with that while I was talking to my –

Suddenly, his door opened again. – Kese...

- Yeah?

- I'm sorry.

- It's alright. Go to bed.

- Good night.

- Good night. Have a nice dream. – and his door was closed again. He listened to her footsteps then turned to the person next to him.

- So, your bed wants only you? – she chuckled quietly.

- You are my bed now. – and he get on top of her, pressing his body to hers. – And you want only me right now. But first, answer the question, my dear.

Emese pouted and stroked his face. – Couldn't it wait until we finish?

- I won't start anything until you answer, so no.

- You're really harsh today.

- I'm just... nervous. Because of this. So?

- Kese, you can't get me pregnant.

The blonde sighed in relief. – And... can I ask, why?

- Because you've already got me.

He felt like his heart stopped and didn't want to restart beating. – Wh... Wha?

- Yes, Kese, you're going to be a father. I can't wait to be a mother again and give birth to our child!

The gaping blonde's widened eyes were just staring at her until Emese's serious look crashed as she burst into a mute laugh. She couldn't stop it for a minute and Kese didn't know what was going on. – I'm so sorry, I had to do it! Your face was priceless!

- Wh-what? Emese, please!

- Don't worry, it was just a joke! – she chuckled quietly, listening to the blushing blonde's cursing. - You're not going to be a father and I'm not pregnant. The truth is... – she took a breath. – I can't get pregnant.

- But you have Ákos!

- It's true. – her voice became very sad. - A little after I gave birth to him I became infertile.

- Oh... I'm sorry.

- You don't need to say sorry. It wasn't your fault... But let's focus on other things and not talk about this, okay?

- As you wish.

Lehel was in a good mood when Kese finally stepped into his house. It had been a while since he had last examined him (a few days after the pirates' visit); and it was already past the middle of October. The blonde intentionally waited this long to show his scar to the doctor. Maybe Lehel would believe that it had healed really fast by itself. Well, he found it very, very strange his wound had healed completely in such a short time, but he had no other explanation than the blonde had managed to rest properly this time. He suggested his patient to use Ince's cream again, but Kese had already tried it in secret and didn't have any success. He didn't know why, but this scar refused to vanish from his belly. It wanted to remain there, reminding him of his arrival, his visions, his forgotten past, the pirates' visit and his deed.

The doctor pronounced him healed. So he could get back to work and Tas could finally teach him more Baranta, and of course beat up his ass for punching him at the abbey.

Days and weeks passed and the blonde was learning quickly again. He often thought about the blade which had appeared in his dreams, flashbacks and memories, and as time passed he wanted to forge it more and more. The only problem was: he didn't have a blueprint. He could figure out a little part of the mechanism which ejected the blade, but he had no other clue, not even from his memories.

Inspired by these memories - and after thinking about it for days - he went back into the cave and asked The Apple for a little help. It gave him some, but more than and not exactly what he needed. He still had to make up the rest and he spent several sleepless hours to finish his plan. And other sleepless hours to process and write down the history lesson the orb had given him in addition. At least he had got to learn a few things about his key, too. Most importantly, it did have its hand in his lingual wonders for it was another, but smaller and weaker Piece of Eden, called the Key of Heaven or Peter's Key. It allowed its user to understand and speak languages he didn't know, and gave him or her an opportunity to become a smooth talker. But how the heck Kese had got his hand on that still remained a mystery for him.

In the end of November, winter arrived to the island with the first snowstorm of the year. The villagers weren't really able to leave their houses for a few days, only when they really had to. In addition, Tas and Kese couldn't work, because the forge would eat up much more coal than usual because of low temperature, and they would run out of it too early. Hence they just stayed inside and waited. Tas used this time to fix things in the house, and Kese was busy playing with his sisters, which they enjoyed very much.

Bad weather came to its end in two weeks, and the two blacksmith got back to work. And Kese wanted to start forging his blade when he suddenly realized he would need a few things for it which he couldn't produce, no matter how hard he tried. Not even Tas was able to do it for him; they lacked the equipment. So he went to Zoli's shop to order some at other islands' blacksmiths, more than he needed, just to be sure. But his daughter, Bíbora, was so red and frightened from the blonde's mere presence that he needed a few minutes to make her clear he wanted to speak with her father.

– Well, I can send them a message with your order. - Zoli answered after listening to his request. - But I don't know when it would be delivered.

- I see. – he sighed. - Thanks in advance.

Kese knew the reason behind this well. It wasn't the other blacksmiths' fault, but the weather's: the sea around the Silent Island got barely navigable during winter. It had many banks which could be accessed by the fishermen light and slender boats, but only them. If the crew wasn't careful they could get wrecked soon, and it's even worse in bad weather, especially in winter. In addition, the sea around the island also hid many sharp rocks, making an underwater maze for ships. This was the reason why one needed almost two days to reach the island from the nearest port, Siplak.

So Kese couldn't do anything but wait. Meanwhile December passed too, and it was already a new year; which was even colder and windier than he could have imagined. 'This is an annoyingly tough winter' he thought when another snowstorm came, and they were forced to rest again. Kese was a little fed up: he couldn't go out and he missed Lehel, Emiko, Ince, Karcsa and Emese. He hadn't had a good talk or fight for a long time. And not only him, but his body also missed his meetings with a certain Magor beauty. He was sleeping in the same bed with Jolánta, and he had to avoid too much embarrassing mornings so far. He barely had some opportunity to ease himself, and it wasn't as good as – quoting Tas – "satisfying these urges with the help of a woman". So Kese couldn't wait for winter to go and spring to come.

Days and nights were finally getting less cold in February, and it was warm enough in the end of March for Kese to sleep finally alone. Well, he didn't sleep much and wasn't alone, but he was so happy because of this. And so was Emese.

He didn't notice but it was April already when he received his order. He would be finally able to build that blade; he just needed to get a little better at forging weapons. He was good, but he wanted to get better. And he needed a little extra time for this. Tas had been able to get in contact with his old costumers, and the two had been busy forging weapons and other things for them recently.

In the middle of April, the blonde was full of energy. He was forging all day, sometimes from dawn to dusk, and he didn't get tired, even if he had an exhausting training and a round or two with his lover before or after it. He just didn't know what to do with all of his energy, and it made Tas jealous of him. On a simple Saturday morning, the blacksmith were making fun of this, when suddenly Jolánta dashed in their workshop.

- Daddy, Kese! You have to see this! There is a huge big ship nearby!

- We're sorry, my ladybug, but we're busy now.

- We'll go to eat lunch soon, and then you can show us this ship, okay?

- But Daddy! You have to see this! It has really big sails and it looks like the pirates' ship!

There was silence in the forge for a few seconds as the two blacksmiths glanced at each other; then Tas spoke.

- Jolánta, there are many sailing ships that looks like that.

- But Daddy!

- Father, we really deserve to have lunch a little earlier than usual, don't we?

The man sighed and nodded. – Alright. Let's see that ship.

And with this, Jolánta disappeared as suddenly as she appeared. She darted towards a certain place on the rocky coast surrounding the port's small bay; where the highest point of the coast was, right next to the bay's entrance from the sea. Other children were there too, with Ákos amongst them. If their parents had known they were playing at such a dangerous place...

Kese could easily keep up with his sister, Tas was a few metres behind them, so it was the blonde who spotted the ship first. It was far, slowly heading towards the island, and it did remind him of the pirates' ship. Kese saw confusion on his father's face as well. 'It would be nice to have a closer look on it', he thought and an idea came to his mind. – I'll be right back. – he told the others and ran back to the village. In his room, he searched for and found a certain item: the telescope. He ran back, and as soon as the ship came to his view, he opened and lifted it to his eye.

- Well? – Tas asked him impatiently.

- Well, it doesn't have a flag on. – he stated, examining the hull and the ragging. He couldn't really see anything besides these; it was still too far.

- Let me have a look... It's really familiar. And what would a sail this big be doing here?

- I bet it didn't get lost... – the blonde sighed. - Father...

- Yes?

- I have a bad feeling about this.

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