At the heart of the village stood a humble tea shop. The air was always filled with the scent of dried tea leaves, fragrant flowers, and warm spices. The owner was a 31-year-old woman—Eryndra, a stern yet kind soul, independent and respected by the villagers.
One bright morning, Eryndra opened the door to her shop and found a basket on the doorstep. Inside was a crying baby boy. Clutched tightly in his tiny hand was a crumpled scrap of paper. Gently, Eryndra unfolded it and read:
“Please take care of this child. I am his mother, but I cannot stay with him. I’ve been forced into slavery by nobles due to debts I cannot repay. I left him unnamed… because I don’t want him to live as a slave under my bloodline.”
Her heart ached. Eryndra decided to raise the child and named him Ladynne Gan.
Days passed, and Ladynne grew up surrounded by love and discipline. Eryndra taught him to hunt in the surrounding forests, to be polite to neighbors, and to run the tea shop alongside her. Though still young, Ladynne always smiled while serving tea to customers, even though his past was shrouded in sorrow.
The Arrival of the Nobleman
One peaceful evening, the wind gently rustled the trees, and the village of Welin breathed calmly. But the serenity shattered with the arrival of a majestic entourage—gilded carriages, dazzling noble garments, and an armed cavalry.
Every villager stepped out of their home, stunned. Never in Welin’s history had blue-blooded nobility visited their humble village. From the main carriage descended Young Lord Qeota, eldest son of the Grand Duke of the western dominion. Arrogant, handsome, but there was something dark in his gaze.
His attendant, Kelova, addressed the villagers:
“The Young Lord will spend the night in this village. Attend to him well.”
The procession headed toward Eryndra’s tea shop.
The Unexpected Tragedy
Inside the shop, Qeota sat like a commoner. He ordered tea, giving a faint smile, seemingly harmless. But as Eryndra nervously served the tea, her hand trembled—a drop spilled onto Qeota’s robe.
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Silence fell. Eryndra quickly apologized.
But Young Lord Qeota only smiled—a predator’s smile.
“As compensation... you will serve me tonight.”
Eryndra refused firmly, but threats followed:
“If you deny me, I will raise the village taxes. And that little boy…”
“… I will kill him before your eyes.”
Ladynne tried to intervene, but a knight struck his small stomach. He crashed to the floor and lost consciousness.
The Loss
That night, Eryndra was torn from her humanity. After satisfying himself, Qeota declared she now belonged to him—a royal slave.
The next morning, Ladynne awoke, tied up in the tea shop. A kind villager freed him and explained that Eryndra had been taken away.
Ladynne stood in silence. His small world had collapsed. It felt as if his heart had been ripped from his chest.
But amid tears and rage, a resolve was born:
“I will save Eryndra.”
The Birth of Determination
From that day, Ladynne Gan ceased to be an ordinary child. He trained himself in the forest, hunting monster after monster, enduring hunger and wounds.
To him, strength was no longer an option—it was a duty.
In the dense forest near Welin, grey clouds loomed in the sky. The wind carried the scent of blood and damp earth. Ladynne, now used to hunting wild beasts, moved cautiously through the woods. But that day, an unforeseen danger awaited him.
From behind the underbrush emerged a giant orc—its eyes glowed green, its body cloaked in thick black aura. The ground cracked beneath its steps. In its hand shone an erasing beam.
The giant Orc possessed Haja ?10 and Yami ?1 magic
Haja ?1: Petition to AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to erase something at the ALTARDRA level.
Yami ?1: Petition to AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to turn something into light at the ALTARDRA level.
In a flash, all the other monsters around Ladynne vanished, leaving only empty air.
Ladynne tried to flee, but the Orc unleashed another erasing beam toward him.
Just as the beam was about to hit—
A black, glimmering shadow streaked down from the sky. A woman clad in knight-like armor, wielding a silver-grey sword and shield, stood between Ladynne and the beam. In an instant, her body turned to grey light and blinked forward to the Orc.
With a single slash of her sword, the giant Orc transformed into a tower.
The Orc let out a final scream before turning into stone and rising skyward.
The woman turned, her face calm yet sharp.
“My name is Yolaqen,” she said, her voice deep and firm.
Yolaqen possessed Towa ?150, Ugora ?150, and Yami ?1 magic
Towa ?1: Petition to AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to transform something into a tower at the ALTARDRA level.
Ugora ?1: Petition to AETHEARA/NEITHEARA to protect something from change or erasure at the ALTARDRA level.
Ladynne looked up at her, eyes wide with awe.
“Please… teach me. I want to be strong. I want to save the only family I have… Eryndra.”
Yolaqen stared deeply into Ladynne’s eyes, as if gazing into his soul. She remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
“If you are ready to bear the pain and the burden of power… then I accept you as my disciple.”