Soul Of The Primordial Remanent 3 Sand Blows Away But Desert Remains

Birds nests weaved of twigs and straws, that usually lurked among the leaves, now clearly visual from where Rais stood. Around him, yellow marigolds enclosed the yard. While at the center laid the same colorful meadow of shrubs and flowers, elegantly girded with triangular rocks.

There exist a new house on the eastern side of the yard, used by Rais and his mother. The one they lived prior, now used by Dinna. While the small house on the north, still housed her grandparents.

Sun rays reached through the branches from the west and touched little Rais, who quietly stood with his bow and arrow lost in his thought, as sweat acc.u.mulated on his forehead. Although the middle of the autumn, it remained hot in northwestern Ranatelia. Rais thought of the ma.s.sive continent of Rentalia that laid in the southeastern part of the world. Some sources say it's so large it reaches to the south pole to eventually connect with Winter Spark by a land bridge.

The ma.s.sive vertical landma.s.s allowed for different weather patterns, that gave rise to different costumes, traditions, and cultures, in Ranatelia. In the north, starting with rainforest to ma.s.sive gra.s.sland, uninhabitable wastelands, towering mountains, boundless desert, ma.s.sive wetlands, cold tundra, and beautiful plains of lush green crop fields, Ranatelia had it all.

His mom had taught him about different historical periods and the geography of the continent. He found out they wear in a very isolated place away from the heartland of Ranatelia. What fascinated him the most was west-central part of the continent where ma.s.sive human settlement begins. The land had thousands for kingdoms, nations, dynasty, various sects, specialized guilds, ancient clans, ma.s.sive business corporations, and mercenary groups. His adventures heart has already left for that place. His mom made him read various books that made him more and more excited about the world behind the Wooden s.h.i.+eld of Ranatelia.

"Mom, are we from the west-central part of Ranatelia."

"Your dad grew up there as for your excellent mother, she descends from the sky."

"Eeh, you are not from the sky, mom how come you don't answer my questions."

"Don't think about it and work on your target practice and move on to body exercise. If you continue like this, you will never be able to join Throne Restorers, and you will forever be trying to learn magic without any opportunity. By joining the Throne Restorers, you will be able to take the next step. "

Rais only nodded as he continued shooting arrows as he had his reasons to join the Throne restorers. He always wanted to know about his father, but his mom always said, she would tell him once he successfully joins the Throne Restore of Ranatelia. Although that was the main reason, he also desired to study mana and true qi energy and also wanted to explore the endless world to discover the unknown.

After knowing it was also his mom wish he made it his current goal. Similar to him, It was the dream of every young magician and warriors from around the empires, clans, and sects to join Throne Restorer. For everyone, it carried tremendous opportunity and represented the pride of the people of Ranatelia.

It is deeply rooted in the history of Ranatelia. Five hundred years ago during the last great war, when the fragmented world fell in control of the demons. It was Ranatelias formation of Throne Restorer that stopped them from advancing into the heartland and eventually defeating them. The war internalized the famous phrase " Everything falls, but Ranatelia."

For a commoner like him, he had no room for failure. Otherwise, he will forever remain at the bottom, without knowing anything about the vast world. It was the only road open to him, so he always listened to his mom, practiced hard, so he could be strong enough to join them.

Although very young, Rais always grasped various concepts quickly. Despite his mom not telling him about many things, being observant of his surroundings, he was able to deduct things on his own.

Over the years he noticed how powerful his mother is, but despite this, she hides in a remote area. He wanted to know why mom cried for his father, why she keeps avoiding talking about him, and why his mom lost emotional composure when she remembers him. He wanted to know why his right hand had a curse mark on it, and why it was so badly injured.

He needed to get stronger "go," he looked straight towards the target and pulled the bowstring, and the arrow hit right into the center. He continued to shoot while his accuracy became better and better.

At first, he didn't want to ask but eventually gathered courage as his accuracy became better during emotional turmoil.

"Mom can you tell me something about dad and why we left our home."

His mom looked at him from the corner of her eyes but didn't say anything.

"What happened to him during the war. What did he look like, and when will the war end we will go back home. Did something bad happen to him?" He gathered his courage and asked the questions lingering long in his mind. His eyes turned slightly watery, "mom, how come you cry for him, did he die?"

Rais felt his blood leaving his body but something awakened within him, pus.h.i.+ng the pressure back.

"Your blood stabilized so quickly, quicker than your father." She remained silent "He looked like you, you are like a younger version of him. If you didn't look like him, I wouldn't have to hide you so carefully."

"Little Rais remember to never seek your enemies, even when no one equals you."

Rais stood stunned, his enemies?" how would he have enemies?

His eyes met Anila's, she seemed as if her soul was was destroyed. It was a trauma she couldn't get over. Only she knew, how powerless she was despite being so powerful.

She backtracked, telling him to practice hard, then will he be able to find things out for himself. She insisted it was the only option for him; otherwise, he would have to linger in hiding forever.

Rais didn't understand what she meant but kept everything she said in his mind. Anila left within the room and started to meditate to train her spiritual force. Strong energy surrounded her. She didn't look composed as the energy surrounding her became more violent.

Rais never saw his mom emotion so stirred up like this, so Rais felt bad about reminding her of the unwanted memory. He had asked her, about his father, two months ago, his mom only said his dad was a great man and was fighting in a war.

Although she didn't say much, Rais realized she had cried that day. He also felt dejected, but his curiosity wanted to know more about his father.

Today he gathered his courage to ask her a few questions about him. After listening to her today, he realized, what she said earlier, might have been lies. He obtained a few answers, but in return, he triggered his mom suppressed emotions.

He glanced across the yard at the reddish burned ground. Dinna usually practiced there, but she left for two months to practice in the String Port City magic inst.i.tution.

Turning back, he practiced for a long time by himself. He became unsatisfied with his result as he missed almost all his targets. After he finished his range of weapon practice, he practiced martial techniques to strengthen his body and went over the usual routine. He prepared to practice movement technique when someone called him from the back with much enthusiasm. "little rascal!"
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"Sister, why are you already back?"

"Why the long face are you not happy to see me." She stretched the lips of Rais to create an arch. She let loose of his lips, but the smile remained on the face, eventually turning into an even brighter one.

"Just unexpected, gorgeously beautiful sister, I thought I wouldn't see you for five months."