Here's another chap for y'all. And no, I did not have a beta reader go through this one.

We die like Theresa!

Fuck. Now I am sad.

A-Anyways, I hope your pull on this anniversary is better than mine. Go to the redhead horse girl so that's something at least.

Oh, and can't wait for Endfield. Hope it will get popular and slowly making Arknights popular too. More people playing the game, the better.

All in all, enjoy!

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Snow.

Most people adore the beautiful frozen air droplets falling on the cold plane below them. Seeing as no two snowflakes are alike, it was as if they were masterfully crafted by a deity.

The snow on the ground was a joy to the people as they would use it for their own amusement.

Snowman building, snowball fights, sled riding and on and on the list goes.

However, for the people in the tundra, the snowflakes were not something they loved.

Rather, it was a reminder.

A reminder that no matter how beautiful those snowflakes were, they were a reminder.

A reminder that…

Those same snowflakes would bury them when they died, and under it, the dead would be forgotten.

The cool tundra, with its unforgiving cold capable of swiftly ending existence, stood as a formidable challenge for any life to make a place like it their home.

The relentless chill of the tundra can easily claim lives, turning this vast white expanse into a frozen wasteland that resembles more a graveyard in a freezer than a hospitable habitat.

Despite the harshness of this environment, life persisted, showcasing remarkable resilience in the face of extreme odds.

One of the most iconic examples of survival in the tundra is the snow bear, a creature that has adapted to thrive in this hellscape and an animal that is well-known throughout Ursus. Such as the one that was currently roaming the frozen hell.

The snow bear had evolved specialized adaptations to endure the brutal cold and harsh conditions of the tundra. Its thick fur insulated it against freezing temperatures, while its large paws helped it easily navigate the icy terrain.

The snow bear's ability to hunt and survive in this frozen wilderness was a testament to the tenacity and adaptability of life in the face of adversity.

However, something was odd about this bear in particular.

One of these oddities is the multiple burn marks and spears embedded into its body.

Its white fur, used to blend into its environment so easily, now was a horrid palette of red and black.

Splashes of red littered its surface and some of its fur was more black, seemingly burned. Its breaths were laboured as if it was forced to muster as much strength as it could to let even a whisper of air escape its mouth.

It moved, but each step was almost its last, as it was barely struggling to stay on all fours.

It was clear.

The bear was being hunted.

The snow harshly poured, making it a large white curtain of pure coldness. The storm was not letting the bear see anything clearly in front, it was basically blind.

The weather was not on its side.

Even a moron could tell that the bear was nearing its end.

If the cold did not kill it, its hunter would finish the job instead.

For the weapon in its body, it was obviously done by a human.

As it soldiered through the storm, the bear's eyes dilated when a dead forest could be seen not far from it. Although it was not much, for the injured animal, it was a safe haven. With the forest, the bear could use it to hide itself from what was after it.

So it pushed itself with only its will to live for the chance of not dying.

It took a gruelling amount of time for the bear to finally arrive at the forest's edge.

Only to be welcomed with a fist to the head.

It roared in pain, and although its sense of touch had numbed long ago, its nose could still pick up the smell of something being burnt.

It was coming from just above its nose.

Due to the pain finally being too much for it, it fell on the white floor. Its wounds leaked out its blood, dyeing the snow around it in a red hue.

As it tried and failed to do anything to survive, the bear finally laid its head on the cold ground. The crunch of the snow being crushed got louder before it suddenly stopped.

The bear's eyes could barely make out the body of the person who did all of this.

It was human, however its size was smaller than those it had come across.

It had only three limbs rather than four, two on the ground and one hanging in the air.

However, the fourth one emerged from its body but it was made of some light.

It was on fire.

"Sorry. I need something to eat. New clothes too."

The person looked bored as he looked down at his soon-to-be food and clothes.

"Thanks."

His fist came down and a flash of light.

Then it was dark.

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Dead forests were littered all across the snowy tundra of Ursus. Some scholars believed that the now-dead zone used to be vast with forests. They theorized that when Originium started to be used more regularly, it affected the environment; however, they could not confirm this because it might have happened eons ago.

It was not like they could time travel or ask people from that time.

Unknowing to them, one of those people exists.

Said person was also in one of those dead forests.

The person's body was covered by a black cloak as he stood in front of a small campfire. His body easily blends into his surroundings. He sighed and looked at the flames dancing, and its light reflected from his dark blue eyes.

"Forgot how quiet it can get when I am alone."

He started as he looked around to tackle the scenery. The winds that were just now harsh seemed to calm down as it was only a breeze. The trees around him were just copses standing.

As Njord enjoyed the quiet he had, a sudden sound of rustling snapped him out from his peace, knowing that only one person would come to him, Njord did not need to look at the person to guess who it was behind him.

"Adrik. How was your trip?"

"... It was fruitful, Father."

Njord was still not used to being called that by the child. When Adrik first came up with the idea of calling him that, Njord was confused but seeing how he was okay with calling a stranger his father, the not-god could guess how his childhood was.

He used to be a father, yes, however, it was not like he was going to be one again. Sadly the world truly liked to fuck him up so here he was.

Seeing no harm, he just accepted he was now a father, again.

He had now adopted two kids.

Grand.

Sighing and getting rid of the thoughts, he turned to greet his self-declared son…

"I am gl-..."

"Is something the matter, Father?"

"... Is that a headless bear?"

Njord's wide eyes took in the image of a child dragging a carcass of what looked like a bear that had no head by its front leg. It was a ridiculous sight for anyone. What made it more so was how the child looked.

The clothes that he was wearing were a tad larger than his frame. They also had some military vibe. Unsupring with the fact he stole it from some of the dead guards.

In addition one of the boy's right sleeves was empty.

That made the boy drag the huge bear with only one arm.

"Yes? Ah. Don't worry. I already made sure he is dead, Father."

"Hence, it being headless?"

"Yes, Father."

Hearing how nonchalant he was, Njord chuckled and walked towards him. He bent down on his knees to better look at the child.

After a while of checking Njord nodded.

"Seems like you okay. Hiding any wounds under those clothes?"

"Of course not, Father. I did not get a scratch on me. After all, I did not confront it."

"Hoh? So do tell me how you did it."

Seeing how curious, something swells in the child's chest.

This was a normal occurrence for the child since he met his now father. Seeing the man's mouth curve even if only a little would make him feel like this.

Although this new sensation was confusing, Adrik did not not like it.

It was… a good feeling.

So wanting to make the man's mouth curve more, he told how he hunted the bear. The man silently listened to the details from him, often nodding and humming.

"So you attacked it from afar with wooden spears, the one that I taught you yesterday?"

"Yes, Father."

After seeing the child nod, Njord glanced at the bear and saw the conditions it was in. Minus the headless. Wooden rods were still in it. However, something caught his attention, when he looked closer he saw the rod's front part was darker than the rest.

Raising a brow, Njord looked at the boy.

"Did you…"

"As expected of Father. You knew I embedded Originium into those spears."

Quite a praise he got. Njord chuckled at this cute display. He got back to the topic before he got distracted.

"You did it all by yourself?"

"Yes, Father… Was I supposed not to do it?"

"No no. On the contrary, this is amazing. You know some caster spend a lifetime to even get to do what you did just now."

Seeing how Adrik looked troubled at the thought of disappointing him, Njord immediately denied this moment.

Although Adrik looked relieved, what Njord said made him tilt his head in what looked like confusion.

"Is that really that hard? Seems easy."

"... Heh. I knew giving you that gift was the right choice."

"T-Thank you, father."

Although the boy's face did not change, with how restless his body was, Njord knew he was happy. Letting a chuckle out, Njord stared at the carcass that his boy brought.

"Soooo. Are you gonna eat this? All on your own? You do know I can't eat."

Njord pointed at it in amusement.

"I thought that I could store the rest."

Hearing the response he got, Njord hummed and thought about what to do with all of this they had. Then an idea stuck with him. Njord looked at Adrik and stared at the clothes.

Although the boy had amazing control over his Arts, maintaining his temperature using it, he had his limit. The clothes that he was wearing were not going to be enough to keep him warm.

"Hey. Why don't I teach you something new today?"

Seeing the boy's face lit up brings him a good amount of serotonin.

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Njord folded his arms around his chest as he admired the work that the child was doing. Adrik was currently scraping the meat that was still on the skin that he peeled off from the carcass.

Njord was surprised at how fast and naturally Adrik soaked in the thing that he taught him.

For example, with him not having a real physical body, Njord could only teach the boy how to skin a bear. However, Adrik has done it all effortlessly, like it was second nature to him.

Amazing. This child was amazing.

Added to the fact he knew Arts and was gifted a power from him that could literally alter Terra, Njord had no doubt he would make waves with every step he took.

He was lucky that Njord could see those first steps.

Damn, he sounded like a father again.

"Father, I am done. Where should I put the skin?"

Njord snapped back from his daydreaming when he heard that. He looked down and saw a cute yet morbid sight of a child with one arm holding a dead animal fur as he was covered by a concerning amount of blood.

The not-god could only hum at the sight and not be bothered by this at all. Looking down at the skin the child was holding, he smiled at how good he did his job.

"Just hold the skin close to me."

"Okay…"

Njord held out his hand towards the skin and after a while, it started to glow. Adrik looked shocked at this, so Njord seemed like he needed to explain himself.

"Normally you need to wait a few days, even if you heat up. So I am just speeding up the process by aging it faster."

"... You can control time?"

He smiled at the conclusion the boy made.

"In a sense. Why do you ask? You want to learn?"

"I can? You will?"

"In the future. Let's focus on this first. Aaannnddd…. It's done. So we need to knit it with the clothing that you found at the mines."

"Yes."

After saying that, Njord then taught Adrik how to knit.

It was like everything the child did, Adrik did it perfectly with Njord only guiding him on how to do so.

It did not take long for the boy to have a full set of clothes now that used the whole bear. The skin was used to make a good shirt and pants. While the fur was used to make a ranger cloak that could be used to keep him warm.

Njord made sure to make it a bit larger so that Adrik could use it longer, the cloak even being dragged on the snow floor. At least Adrik looked like he was happy with all of them, tugging the cloak in delight.

"I think we need to move tomorrow. Find some human settlements."

This caught the boy by surprise after hearing Njord.

"Why? You are here with me? You are an amazing person and I am lucky to be taught by you about anything. Why do I need more people?"

"Although I am happy with how highly your view you have on me, I am still one person. A strong person, perhaps but still one person. You need people, normal people, to teach you about the world to live in."

Adrik looked conflicted at this.

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I am not from this place. Although I have data about the world, I do not know it. Besides, it's not like I am going anywhere. My soul is bound by only two people. One is you."

Njord pointed at something that was hanging around the boy's neck. It was a black ring with a string around his neck.

"And a girl. Besides,"

After saying this, Njord reached out towards the boy's head. However, rather than coming into contact with the boy, his hand passed through him.

"I can't interact with anything. I can't make you what I want you to be on my own."

"What do you want me to be?"

Adrik looked at him with eyes that showed confusion in them.

"I can make you a perfect being. I can make you strong. But that is not my responsibility as your parent.."

The winds started to pick up but the fire that was between them still shined brightly in the dead forest.

"A parent's responsibility is not making them strong. It's to make sure their child is safe."

A smile crept onto his face and grew bigger as Njord looked at the confused child.

"If not, as your father, I have failed you."

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Villages were as rare in the cold tundra of Ursus. With how cold it was, it was a miracle anyone would make this hellscape as a home. However, that was what some people of Ursus did.

It did not change the fact that this place was a challenge to even live in. Food needed to be hunted rather than bought. Electricity was nonexistent in this area so they needed to depend on firewood to heat up and oil lamps to be their lights.

Their houses were made by themselves by using anything that the environment could offer to them, like a small village near the end of Ursus' border.

One of those houses opened their door. Walking out of that house was a girl, she pulled the cloak around her closer to keep her warm. Then a large dog with thick white fur rushed to her side. Smiling at the wagging dog to her side, the girl petted it lovingly.

"Daddy! I'm off to get the firewood!"

"The sled is on the side, Alina! Ash! Take care of her!"

"Bark!"

Alina smiled at the bark she heard. Inside the house, two antlers were shared between the two peeking. She waved at her father who was in the kitchen cooking food and him waving back.

Closing the door behind her, she guided Ash to the side of her small home. Like her father told her, the small wooden sled. She brushed away the snow that was piling up on it. Alina tied the robe around Ash albeit it was not easy with how hyper the dog was.

"Stay still Ash!"

"Bark!"

"Hahaha!"

After a long time, she managed to finally get the leash on her excited dog. With that done, she sat on the sled and let Ash pull on it. She did not need to guide him, seeing that the dog knew the small village like the back of his paw.

As she was being pulled by the cute dog, she saw familiar faces as Alina passed some houses. Namely an elderly Ursa couple.

The man was a bit older, as evidenced by his black hair having some whites in them. His body was well built though even if they were covered with the clothes that he was wearing

Evening Ash was delighted in seeing them, tail wagging intensity. Ash stopped just in front of them, Alina smiled brightly and waved at them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Iziaslav!"

"Oh! Little Alina! How are you, young lady and you Ash?"

"I'm doing fine Mrs. Iziaslav. And Ash is as energetic as always."

"Ruff!"

"Hehe, see!"

"Lovely!"

The kind woman smiled and petted the both of them endearingly while her partner looked at them with a smile. His eyes then went to Alina.

"So? Firewood is almost finished?"

"Mmhmp! Daddy asked me to get some that he already cut near the forest. And before you ask, Ash is with me so I'm going to be fine! He's the strongest dog we have in the village!"

"... He's the only dog we have in the village."

Although he said those words, both girl and dog did not let it get to them, chests still puffing out with bravado. Seeing that there was no use, he sighed and shook his head. His wife smiled at this display, held both of his shoulders and rubbed them.

"Dear, little Alina can take care of herself. She's a big girl after all. And Ash is with her so we have nothing to worry about. Right?"

"Right!"

"Ruff!"

"See."

"Alright…"

Seeing there was nothing he could do against all of this, he had to give in in the end. Alina noticed that they were talking a bit longer than she should have.

"I'm off then! I don't want to make Daddy wait too long."

"Truly, he is blessed to have a good child like you as his own."

"Safe trip child!"

"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Iziaslav!"

Waving her hands at the couple, Ash whisked Alina away on the sled and went on their journey to the forest not far from where the village was.

How could they let a child go to the forest alone? The forest might have beasts in them that could hurt her. Luckily, the villagers already checked it and ensured there were no beasts that might be dangerous.

So it was safe.

At least, there should not be anything in the forest.

"Grrr!"

However, the moment Ash arrived at the edge of the forest, he tensed up and fur stuck up. Alina got off the sled and got to his side. She looked at where the dog was growling but she could only see dead trees.

"Is something wrong boy?"

Seeing that Ash did not let his guard down, Alina got worried. Did a beast come to the forest today? Odd because yesterday, her father came and saw nothing and he even did things to repel any beast from coming to the forest. What they were, she did not know but she trusted her father.

"... Come on. Ash, it might just be a rabbit."

Although she was alarmed, Alina's curiosity got the best of her. Brushing Ash's head, Alina told the dog. The dog could only whine as it followed her.

As Alina walked with her dog into the forest, her eyes were looking around, not letting anything out of her sight. If she missed anything, she had Ash to sniff them out.

"The firewood should not be that far. Daddy told me that it was a few steps away."

"Ruff?"

"Look! They are here- huh?"

As her father said, the firewood was there, piled up neatly beside one of the dead trees. She noticed that it was less than what she imagined it would be.

Although she was confused, Alina thought that the wind might have littered them. He did

"Come on Ash. Let's get them back home."

"Grrrr!"

Seeing that her words were ignored, Alina turned her head and saw Ash's nose pointed in another direction.

Slowly she followed where Ash was growling. Although faint, Alina saw a light deeper in the forest.

"A fire? Is that… a person?"

Alina muttered anxiously. There were a lot of things this person could be. A mercenary from other regions? A killer on a loss.

The possibility could be anything.

Alina knew there might be a chance of her getting hurt, but she still wanted to know what was with her in this dead forest.

So against every fibre of her being telling her not to, Alina walked closer to the could-be flame.

"Let's go, Ash."

"Grrr."

Although Ash was uneasy, the dog loyally followed her into the deeper forest. As they got closer to the light, Alina saw something else besides the flames.

It was a figure, not that large but was covered completely with a cloak of some sort with a hood to cover their head as their back facing her.

She froze when Alina saw this figure. Alina contemplated not continuing this but that thought was gone the moment the figure moved.

"... Someone there?"

"Epp!"

Suddenly being called out, Alina was caught by surprise and fell on her butt into the snow. Based on the person's voice, he sounded like a young boy. His body frame looked like he was the same age as her, might be older.

Ash rushed in front of her to shield her from the person, growling at the man.

The boy glanced toward the two, his hood shadowing his face.

"Why are you here?"

"H-Huh?"

The boy stared down at her, not caring that a dog was growling at him at all. Then he sighed like he was disappointed at what he was seeing.

"What did Father see in you people?"

Alina heard him muttering something but it was too low for her to hear him.

"It seems that question is too hard for you. "

The girl found the way he said those words was… weird. Although it should be condescending. It sounded more like he was more confused than anything. Like he was looking at her like some sort of entity that he could not wrap his mind around.

"How about…. Who are you? You should be able to answer that."

Before Alina could ponder on what she had just seen, the boy talked again.

She could see a glimpse of dark blues under his hood as they stared at him. Seeing that the boy was waiting, she tried to answer his question.

"I-I'm Alina. I am a villager. And this is Ash."

"There's a village here…"

The boy muttered as he glanced behind them. Not far from them, there was a silhouette of a village and to the side. Then out of the corner of his eyes, the boy saw firewood piled near a tree.

"Came for firewood?"

From those little clues, the boy deducted.

"Y-Yes."

Although Alina was still unsettled by seeing a random stranger in the woods alone while the boy did not show any emotion, she could nod and answer him.

The boy looked to his side and had a troubled expression under his hood. Like he was hearing something he did not like.

Begrudgingly, after thinking for a while, he sighed and looked back at her. He held out his left hand towards her. Ash did not growl but was now glancing into the air beside the boy. Its tails wagging hard.

Alina did not notice this though because she was too focused on the boy.

"Get up. You looked pitiful."

Despite his harsh words, Alina took his hand and pulled herself up. Now up, she stared at the boy and noticed he was a bit taller than her, making Alina look up. The boy pulled his hand away and used it to brush away some snow that was sticking to her.

Alina stayed quiet as he did all of this. She knew that her father would freak out if he saw this.

"Thank you…"

"Think nothing about and… I think I need to apologize."

"Huh?"

Rather than explain he pointed towards the flames behind him.

"I thought it was leftovers and took some of the firewood. I apologize."

Alina was losing count of how many times the boy caught her by surprise. Why was he suddenly acting like this?

"I-It's fine. You didn't know."

"... You accepted my apology just like that?"

Now he was confused? This will make her even more confused!

"... Should I not?"

"Is every person as forgiving as you?"

"Are you… making fun of me?"

For once in their whole interaction, Alina was brave enough to glare at the boy. He was not bothered by her weak attempt to intimidate him. The boy looked more confused than anything as he tilted his head.

"No. I just want to know. No matter. Take this."

Thinking that it would be a waste of time to think about it, the boy shrugged his shoulders. Then, he took a bag that looked like it was made from leather and tossed it towards her feet.

"It's my way to apologize for taking them without your consent."

After saying that, the boy threw a rock into the flames, killing it. Before Alina could react, the boy turned and walked away from her.

"W-Wait!"

Alina did not expect the boy to stop and turned to look at her. Seeing this, the words in her mouth died, making her just stare at him dumbfoundedly.

"Yes?"

"Um! Uh…"

Where are you from?! Who are you?! Where are you in a dead forest all alone?!

Ask him something! Anything! This is way too awkward!

"Will I see you again?!"

"..."

"Forget what I said!"

"...?"

"Kill me!"

Alina waved her hands in front of him frantically at him, in a doomed attempt to hide her embarrassment.

Of all the things that she had to ask, why did she choose that?!

It was too much for her and Alina finally hid herself by burying her face into her hands.

After a while of her freaking out, she peaked at the boy through her fingers to see his reaction. The person just stood there, not bothered.

"... Bjorn."

"... Huh?"

"Call it into the forest. I might come if I hear."

"Is… is that your name?"

Not answering her question, the boy walked away and his figure got lost in the dense forest of dead trees, leaving Alina and Ash.

She stared at where he was just now for a bit longer before looking at her pet, Alina was greeted with the sight of him, tongue out and tail wagging.

"You saw that right?"

"Ruff!"

"So I was not going crazy. Good."

"...?"

"What the hell was that?!"

After nodding to herself, Alina suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs. This made Ash jump in fright.

"Who was that boy?! Why was he here of all places?! How can he be so calm?! Didn't he know this place is dangerous!? Where are his parents!? And what was that question I asked?! Was I dumb?! I must be dumb! I am dumb!"

The dog beside her looked at the scene with confusion. After she shouted all she wanted, Alina remembered one more fact.

"..."

Her eyes lingered on the sack that was thrown to her feet by the boy. Ash's nose sniffed it and she could see his eyes lit up. He looked up at her and it looked like he was begging her to open it. With a sigh, Alina bent down and opened the sack.

"Okay. Okay. Yesh. What is in it to make you act so…"

When her eyes saw it, she knew why he was excited.

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"So you gave her that leftover meat? You do know that was your last food"

"I need her to take it, if not she would not leave. That and she was too forgiving. It left a bad taste if she left me off the hook too easily, Father. Besides, she seemed like she needed it more than me."

"Is that so? I trust your judgement then."

"Thank you."

Under the night sky, a boy was resting his back on the back of a dead tree in a forest that only had him as a living thing in it.

Technically, he was the only living being in the forest, seeing that his father, who was sitting next to him, could not interact with anything in the world.

Most people that were in his situation would have died from the cold by now, sitting on the snowy floor with no fire near them. However, Adrik was anything but normal. His overhead hood helped his face shielded by the snow that was falling on him.

He glanced to his side to see a figure sitting next to him. Although, the snow did not move around the man. The man's black cloak covered him but his face was open for him to see his soft smile.

"So? How was it?"

"What?"

"That girl was your first interaction with a somewhat normal person."

"..."

Playing with the snow between his fingers, the boy pondered on his father's question.

"... l doubt she can teach me anything, Father."

"How so?"

Rather than sounding offended, Njord looked at him curiously. Seeing this, Adrik felt it was okay for him to explain his point.

"She's… so confusing. Not that bright even."

His comment made Njord chuckle but Adrik was not done.

"Why did she not attack me? Maybe she knew she could not beat me? But she had a dog with her, so why could the dog bite me? Why did she not dig me for any information? She knew nothing about me. Where I came from, why I was here, who I was."

"..."

"Even her dog had a better head than her, growling at me when it first saw me and looking like it was about to attack me at any moment. Good instinct."

"Maybe she was too confused?"

"I… Guess. But she's so… odd. And… different."

"Oh? Different? How?"

Adrik laid his head on the cold bark behind him.

"Her eyes… They were… different from what eyes I would usually see."

"Eyes? What do you usually see in the eyes of people? Give your old man an example."

"The guards'… The people that keep me in the mines for so long. They were sharp like blades or dull when they looked at me. A girl that did stick to me had more mellow ones. But hers were always so… trembling and tense every time she looked at me."

"And this girl?"

"That girl… Alina… Hers… were soft? Yeah… That's the world… They were soft. Of course, they looked confused but they looked so soft, like… snow. But… they did not feel cold. It felt…"

Adrik stared at the snow near his feet and he was reminded of those eyes of hers. Her eyes were then overlapped with another set of eyes, these ones were dark blue instead.

"It felt like yours when you first saw me."

Njord humming was the only thing that could be heard by Adrik. From its tone, his father seemed to be amused by this new information. The god got up and stared at the boy with a soft smile.

"Do you not like it?"

"Huh?"

The boy stared up at Njord with a confused expression under his hood.

"Her eyes… Were you bothered by them?"

"... No. I am just confused."

Although his body was warm, the cold might have affected him with him pulling his cloak closer to his body. Adrik's mind drifted back to those eyes that caused him so much confusion in the first place.

Were all people who were raised normally had those eyes?

Or was Alina the exception?

… Could he have those eyes as well?

Is that even possible?

How were his eyes?

Question after question they appeared in his mind as he pondered on the source of his confusion.

The villager's name is Alina.

Adrik looked up into the sky and saw the moon. He heard stories from his father that there used to be two moons but one disappeared from the sky.

If he had to guess what they would look like, Adrik believed they would have a great similarity with the eyes that Alina had.

Adrik glanced at the deity beside him.

"... Father."

"Hmm?"

Njord stared at the boy with a knowing grin. Without even hearing his next word, Njord knew what Adrik wanted to say to him.

"Maybe… Maybe normal people can teach me things, after all, Father.."