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's curious expression remained fixed on Mey, though he hesitated slightly, as if waiting for something more. But when the

"My brother, Drystan, is making bread! It's almost out of t

hing about this simple, human moment - the innocent invitation to share in something so ordinary - felt

as if revealing some great secret treasure. "And h

es told her everything she needed to know about her surroundings. The air was crisp, the distant hum of the forest lingered at the edge of

ed out, his small form

d the clouds, so white and pure, looked as if they had been painted into the sky. The wind rippled through the tall grass in gentle waves, and as

rystan always says that no matter how hard the wind blows, our house is the strongest

uneven walls and a roof that slanted at an odd angle, as if hastily constructed. Yet, there was something

"He's a bit weird with how he does things, but he put his wh

nd strong arms, was hard at work. His sweat-drenched face bore old scars, his hair tied back in a ponytail, and the muscles in his arms and

Drystan! We have a visitor!" he shouted,

her senses told her enough. His gaze was intense, and for a moment, everything around them seeme

g the space. Her voice, deep and naturally captivating, was calm but firm

, her beauty was undeniable. His heart raced, nervousness overcoming him, and when he tried to speak, his words stumbled aw

, you know? Superpowers! She can read minds and do all sorts of amazing things!" The boy

the warmth radiating from him. Years of interacting with humans had shown her a wide range of reactions - fear, disgust, dis

managed to say, his voice a mix of nervousness and poli

ork, he was well aware that he wasn't at his best, and in a hurried effort to freshen up, he applied some shaving lotion under his a

rly as if she had eyes. Each awkward gesture was obvious to her, from the way he checked his scent to his hurried at

arly chosen by Caelan, bringing life to every corner. Though the walls were imperfect, the

rniture, though slightly awkward in design, was incredibly comfortable. The couch, adorned with colorful cushions, see

like something out of a dream - full of imperfections but brimming with warmth and human effort. Shelves were

f this colorful, charming chaos, Mey felt something rare: a desire to stay

t dominated the atmosphere was the irresistible smell of soup and freshly baked bread, just out of the wood-fired oven. Even Mey

Time to set the ta

e. He did it with a mischievous grin, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

ls on the table, eagerly. "I'm hungry! Let's eat alrea

ose from the loaf, filling the air with the comforting smell of wheat and warmth. He then placed a lar

Before either he or Caelan could even register what had happened, Mey, in an almos

entmindedly, unaware that the jug had nearl

suring that he didn't spill anything. "Here you go, Mey! And for you, Drystan!"

action, followed his lead. "Yes, thank you for

oughtfully, "we've been isolated on this hill for years. Nobody ever comes around. Caelan's never left, and he's never met anyone but me." He pause

astically, not fully grasping the depth of his broth

s. "I'm headed to the Apprentice's Camp in

ked, his curiosity growing. "So, yo

ightly. "Not quite. I was invited by a friend

rentice's Camp? That's... wow. I've heard people from all over the w

ncing at his brother with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "He says there are dangerous people out there, and he only tra

ds. "I just want to protect you, Caelan. T

is a place where people go to learn and train in different skills, like sword fig

s explanation. "So you're going

g her head. "No, I'll be

ry respected to be invited to teach there. I've always heard that the masters at

ts and teachers. There's always something new to discover." She turned to Caelan, who st

energy. "That would be cool! But Drystan never lets me go anywhere," h

f the glass, the scene seemed to come to life, as if a camera was slowly pulling away, revealing the cozy interior where Drystan, Mey, and Caelan shared a

n the couch, wrapped in blankets, while Mey and Drystan remained

er skin. He noticed that beneath her clothing, there were likely many more hidden. As she shifted slightly in her seat, other discreet scars became vi

around her neck as she continued. "I have many all over my body, and my clothes hide most of them. Sometimes, they slip out, like now." A small smile t

perpowers." While it had been a mystery to the boy, Drystan had met people with powers during his occasional trips to town. He looked at Mey with unde

t's more of a curse than a power, sometimes," she admitted, her voice sincere. "I d

he quickly pushed the feeling aside. "I guess there's not much you can d

I need a pair of scissors," she said, running her

oved, Drystan noticed something on her back - a red, glowing mark that resembled a tattoo. The glow seemed to intensify subtly every time he thought about something. He quickly pieced it together - th

d, almost without thinking, "What

I 'see' in the usual sense, because, well... I don't have eyes," she chuckled briefly. "But I se

invade her space any further. He was grateful that she had shared so much but knew that he had a

ow her chin. The shorter style accentuated her beauty in an unexpected way. As she turned, the red Arcan on her back glowed more prominently, the pulsing mark

"You can stay here tonight, you know? Yo

who was still sound asleep on the couch, and gently lifted him in his arms. "You can

, laying him down on the bed. He tucked the blankets around the boy and returned to the liv

aelan and Drystan. Childish scribbles and personal marks filled the space, giving it a unique and cozy touch. The smell coming from the

ent. Drystan, though not a professional, performed the movements with firmness, and Caelan, despite his small size, showed impressiv

ral ability to adjust his footing with precision were all signs of raw talent. Though still young, he was already able to make Drystan retreat, even though he was half his brother's size. In that mom

three horsemen were approaching. They weren't threatening - merely guards from Prisma, passing through. Mey quickly assessed them: they carried swords and common supplies like food and papers. Ther

ater and pulled a simple toothbrush from her bag. Keeping clean, after yea

e training session in the field. Drystan and Caelan were stil

e asked, her voi

amed from ear to ear. "Yes! I wan

her head. "Not against you,

brows, clearly surpris

ping up and down with excitemen

d to her, smiling slightly. "I'm not very good with

yelled, his eyes glea

eacher from the legendary Apprentice's Camp but someone who clearly surpassed him in ability. He knew this, but his pride and de

tation, every doubt. As he prepared to strike, she briefly checked on the distant horsemen, now climbing the hill and slowl

side. His movements were strong, but predictable for someone who could anticipate thoughts.

tacked, Mey was already one step ahead. She danced around his blows with an almost supernatural grace, dodging without even breaking a sweat.

r a stronger, more precise attack, swinging wide with an arc aimed high, trying to destabilize her. Bu

hoping to knock her off balance. Mey responded with a light jump b

g seemed to work. Mey remained calm, dodging every attack without ever retaliating. It wasn't a matter of st

urprise strike from below, targeting her legs once again. This time, Mey decided it was time to end the match. She allo

devastating punch straight

act was

re Mey had landed her blow. Drystan's sword splintered instantly, and he was thrown backward by the force, flying about ten meters before crashing to the ground. He tumbled, final

wide eyes and a huge grin, shouted, "Whoa, Mey! Punc

stan, still catching his breath and brushing the grass off his body, app

g to compose himself, running his fingers through his dishevele

ive potential." She turned to Caelan. "You have a natural talent, Ca

I'm going to train every day, Mey!

vy burden of her journey, there was something touching about Caela

side the cozy home contrasted with the quiet peace of the surrounding hills. Mey, now silent, allowed herself to mom

ourney soon, but for now, she permitted h

Their simple, unassuming thoughts indicated they had no ill intentions. They likely just wanted to speak with Drystan,

d anything happen, she could deal with those knights in mere seconds. Controlling the situation

pushing aside that arrogance, reminding herself that not every situation required a show of power. Af

anced at Mey with a curious expression, and she gave him a slight nod. "They'

le Mey remained a step behind. Though she was

midating stance. Mey observed the scene with serenity, knowing t

background. Though the knights were harmless, she sensed something beyond them, s

ly, as if responding t