See Blindly

erged. Her white hair, strands of moonlight softly cascading over her shoul

y that would extend to the farthest corners of the forest, where life pulses in hidden colors. Under the golden sun, enchanted paths wound between

His clothes, made of natural and durable fabrics, had shades of moss green and earthy brown, blending almost perfectly with the landscape. His short-sleeved shirt, made of lightweight fabric, showed signs of wear but was clean and well-maintain

through the leaves to touch his face. A distant melody, the soft

nd set off in the direction of the music. With each step, the

ht. Her skin, visible beneath her garments, glowed like porcelain in the twilight. Red symbols on her back emitted a myst

r, without adornments, her garments were practical but fit her body perfectly. The

valley with his older brother, he had never interacted with other humans. Insecurity flooded him as he pondere

for the right mom

people who devoted their lives to the knowledge of m

ities," she confirmed,

wanted to understand more, but before he cou

g will y

forward. His heart pounded in his ears as h

immering and vibrant, now softly pulsing as if the

s like an incre

around the woman, eag

ed up losi

and reflective expression. His furrowed brows showed comp

nt stories of timeless beauty. Her face was dominated by the absence of eyes; there were only soft, enigmatic cavities, somehow increasing her charisma. Scars around her neck, deep and p

e lived through is in the past," she si

ed an intense quality, reflec

unsure how to question her. She smiled, understanding his curiosity, and w

at manifests randomly on the body. To fully activate the Arcane's abilities, it must

tions, spoke with a mixture

but your eyes... Wha

is anxiety. He had many questions, some repeated, but she answered them all at once be

ent way. I began to perceive unspoken thoughts, to sense the subtle resonance of the soil, the dance of leaves in the wind, the careful

re, the boy, his eyes reflect

acquire the

igmatic smile, delved

one day, an unsettling clarity took hold of me, expanding my perce

cars and dark memories. The good memories seemed overshadowed by the echoes of a torturous p

ship, ravaged the sea. The waves, rising like furious monsters, threatened the vessel. The captain, a ma

An Arcane symbol glowed brightly on her forehead, forming an angelic halo around her red hair, which floated wildly in the win

was a translucent, radiant shield, its golden gleams cutting through the storm's darkness, bathing the deck in divine l

, which seemed destined to destroy everything in its path

light pierced the stormy clouds. The captain, his face marked by the hardships of the sea, o

nscended mere physical appearance. The nurse, cradling the baby, asked Frey for a name. Faced with the mother's silence, she insisted, but soon encountered the harsh r

sun, the ship that had survived the night's fury docked with a sigh of relief. The captain,

radiating confidence and refinement. The fine leather gloves adorning his hands spoke of

ntrasted interestingly with his face, which displayed strong and determined features. His piercing blue eye

histicated taste without veering into ostentation. In his hand, he held a leather-bound notebook of u

gure belonging to another world-a world of wealth and refinement, but one that,

n the edge of the dock, thrown off by a bump from a young lady tenderly carrying a baby.

with delicate floral patterns adorned her neck, adding a touch of color to her outfit. Her brown hair was efficien

h one hand and lost my balance," she explained, t

se; just take care of your daughter," Ivar promptl

ngly at the child in her arms. After a brief pause, she added softly, "She isn't really my daugh

he deck, and a somber understanding dawned on him. The body lay with respect,

asked, his voice fill

rateful to her; she saved my life and allowed me to accompany her, and well... here I am. I

Ah, by the way, my name is Ivar H

she replied, a smile lighting up her face a

s chest. He felt inspired not only to help her disembark. The adventure he sought could wait; in fa

used guards watched the friendly interactions. Bards filled the air with cheerful melodies, and street vendors promoted their goods with great

undance of fresh produce was evident, and the welcoming atmosphere suggested a peaceful place, ideal

and Astri found themselves before a striking contrast. A beggar, with tired eyes

for a few coins. To his surprise, his fingers, still protected by the fine leather g

man, "Sir, how about we go to that tent? I'll buy y

of disdain, "Food? I want a drink! These youngsters nowadays..."

ir laughter blending harmoniously with the sounds and energy of the ci

and blue lights gleaming through the windows caught their attention.

thern Lynx Tavern," he announced,

glow of the tavern, nodded with

e exterior suggested. Bursts of colored smoke emanated from every corner, creating an air of magic and c

aller, with only a 0.5-centimeter difference between them

who, with a magical wand, released more of that colorfu

the mugs he skillfully polished. Bald, his head reflected the ambient light, enhancing his striking presence. His arms, displaying defined muscles, moved with a force a

a genuine and captivating smile, revealing a warm personality behind the imposing exterior. He wore a thick leather apron t

tion. He wasn't just the bartender of the tavern but a central figure in its

re greeted by the sturdy bartender, who soften

ed the bartender while polishing

, reached into his coat pocket. In a surprising move, especially for Astri who was watching, he pulled out a few coins, despite the pocket seeming empty moments befo

Astri with a twinkle in his eye. He had secured t

down, carrying trays of empty mugs. They cast quick glances at Ivar

oked at Astri and commented with an ironic

d by the gentle movements and sounds of the tavern, the little one slept peacefully, completely unaware of the bustling activity a

ing Frey's name brought bad luck, while others trembled at the sound of it. Persistent, Astri combed through libraries and spoke to many people until she finally learned that Frey's family

n lighting her path. What she found was disheartening: overcrowded and in poor condition. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of Frey ever allowi

e the child to her biological family, possibly Frey's relatives, but she would make sure that whoev

weeks

ts seemed to end in disappointment. Discouragement began to set i

months

rong that she began unconsciously sabotaging adoptio

humble

ave a lot of

love is something w

hat about the resourc

it's not everything. A child ne

ily that seeme

ou interested

want to offer her th

dn't that deprive he

fect. But it's crucial to teach

an apparentl

em like the pe

strive to provide a

uch perfection ca

mportant that the child learns abou

warrior fugitive from distant lands, whose life had been marked by hardships and mysteries. Astri had promised herself she

mily for the child, found himself on an especially lively day. While exploring the city market and making notes in his

. Although his hair was black, giving him a more youthful look, the lines on his face spoke of a long and lived life. His physique was su

e harbored secrets from a past life filled with adventures. Yet, despite this aura of untapped potential, Sigurd s

n I offer you today?" he asked, wi

ng you have," declared Ivar, his voice

Ring. The jewel displayed a dazzling blue diamond, its brilliance reminiscent

t," Ivar stated, complete

and auors," informed Sigur

amount of auor coins that gleamed in the store's light. He carefully counted the p

unity, Sigurd qui

ing with a romantic dinner? We have connect

ent," replied Ivar,

ion? Perhaps musicians for a serenad

ing," Ivar agreed, ca

special touch?" Sigurd was al

t's make this night unforgettab

ed: "It will be a memorable night, Mr. I

ions for the special night he was planning for Astri. The Lif Ring now rested securely in hi

them slide through his fingers. Twenty thousand auors-a sum of money that most could only dream of. A common family could live

ent, holding a fortune, something inside him awakened. For the first time, he tasted the true power that we

tainable suddenly within reach. The weight of the coins seemed to confer a new status, a new identity

plans. In that moment of revelation, Sigurd realized that his life would never be the same. The sale of th

r in town, known as "Boar's Leather." There, he selected new clothing of unquestionable elegance. His choice was

lt a mix of excitement and nervousness. The Lif Ring, tucked into the pocket of

ion for Astri to dine with him, without revealing too many details. With an enigma

racefully accentuated her figure with a touch of sophistication. Her hair, left loose, swayed gently with her movements. Though the gesture felt a bit cliché, she found it am

rived at the restaurant Ivar had chosen. Upon seeing her, Ivar immediately stood up, h

admiration and emotion. The serious look on his face reflected the whirlwind o

nmatched refinement. Soft music, played by skilled bards, created the perfect soundscape for the evening. The conversation

pation were clear in his eyes. With a gesture full of meaning, he knelt before Astri and opened the small velvet

her words interrupted by the intens

his voice trembling

she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. The passionate kiss that followed sea

they shared at the inn became a sanctuary of love and promises. They fe

inating everything from the water pitcher to the soft bed that now cradled their

as the first to wake, a radiant smile on her face as she looked at Ivar still sleeping beside her. Careful not to wak

girl, with her red hair and amber eyes, played joyfully with the barte

e girl as if she were her own daughter. However, she knew it was time to give the child a name, an important step in begin

erfectly fitting. Now that she was engaged to Ivar, Astri realized that she, too, would likely take on the Hell family name. The thought of her daughter sharing that

n of childlike joy that reaffirmed Astri's choice. A

buzz of patrons, was left behind as she walked through the city's streets. The markets were full of the s

filled with love and care, a way to celebrate the beginning of a new life together. They were no longer just visitors in that city; it was where they

share, every word they would exchange. With Mey nestled in her arms, she knew that

s, Astri headed to the market, her heart brimming with

arefully selecting the best ingredients for the breakfast she planned to surprise Ivar with. She picked out ripe fruits, a few pastries still warm from

d. It wasn't just about the meal-it was a gesture of love, a small celebration of their new beginning. After gathering

ected the innocence of a child who had known love even in the midst of chaos. Astri felt a protective surge as she gazed at the gir

ly, his eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the window. When he noticed Astri standi

g the basket down on the small wooden table by the w

hair as he smiled back at her. "You're spoiling me a

replied softly. "After all, you gav

to take her hand, pulling her gently toward him. "Not just for the b

d them. "I should be the one thanking you," she said, her eyes softeni

had shrunk down to just the three of them. There was a sense of completeness that neither Ivar nor Astri