Evetrona's old stories

Without saying a word, they quietly watched the overturned leaves slowly sink into the water. After a while, a group of black shadows approached the leaves—like a big fish—it swallowed the leaves in one gulp, and spit out a ball of floating golden threads.The leaves had been eaten up, and it was only then that everyone noticed that there seemed to be a piece of gold in the vast and dark bottom of the water deeper below them—countless scattered golden threads formed a fuzzy circle, like a golden pupil... It reminds people of the pupil of a dragon.

"Obviously, this is where Ortigia was buried." Saidla said, "His remaining limbs are still active, so the dream realm can grow wantonly here. His descendants... are those young dragons who are sleeping in the eggs and have not yet been born, which is to rely on this piece of nutritious dreamland to hang their breath."

"Things have happened for so long, what else is in Ortigia's dream?" Eve asked him.

"Some beautiful fragments—something that looks beautiful but has no logic. Because of the influence of this kind of dream, the descendants of Ortigia will become crazy after they grow up to a certain age, until they completely lose their minds. But it cannot be denied that the descendants of Ortigia are all excellent. They are kind in nature and extremely emotional. Whether it is appearance or strength, they can be regarded as a model of dragons. For example, the leader of Dragon City Laplaton'Gags', he is the most promising individual in the early years of the fourth era to become a holy god But in the end, because of the infection of Ortigya's dream, he turned into a full-fledged dragon, and was executed by the human heroes who captured Dragon City."

"The descendants of Ortigia... will end up like this?"

"Basically, but you generally don't see them. The descendants of Ortigya are rare, and some experienced old dragons will even kill these young dragons before they are born, especially after the destruction of Dragon City. After all, a crazy dragon is almost the embodiment of natural disasters—their birth will definitely have a tragic ending."

"How can I find out whose dream a dragon was born from? Is it related to the dragon species? For example, the ancestor dragon, the sky dragon..." Eve frowned, obviously, she was very concerned about this issue.

"Not necessarily. What kind of dragon is, partly depends on their own will, and partly depends on the 'batch' of dragon eggs born. When a dragon decides to return to the embrace of the Holy God, it is actually carrying out a behavior similar to reproduction. If you want to know where a dragon comes from, guessing is not accurate-the most effective way is to ask them directly."

"Are you worried about that dragon, Fugemanning?" Yuqie could see that Eve seemed a little upset.

"Woggmanning? As far as I know, the dragon is still very young." Sindra said, "Gages was already more than 500 years old when he had the attack, and he didn't go completely crazy in the following hundreds of years, but his personality became more and more bad. Therefore, even if Bugga Manning is indeed a descendant of Ortigia, he can probably last until you walk into the grave—as a human, you don't have to worry about the fate of a dragon."

Eve nodded, she knew that Mindra was comforting herself.

"Don't think too badly about things." Elinde whispered beside her, "I've always heard you talk about this dragon before, if you have a chance in the future, let me know him too."

Eve also knows that it's still too early to think about these things, and some things still need to be clarified first—or, as Sindra said, she doesn't even need to worry about it at all.

So, she forced herself not to think about it.

From the lost dream, everyone could faintly feel Ortigia's will fragments—this is a magnificent and strange world, like a tempting but poisonous fruit, it is refreshing at first glance, but it makes people feel restless when they are in it.

A "vine" of various colors hung from a branch above their heads, and the crowd debated over what it was - some said it was several brown-striped snakes, others said it was covered in vines Some people say that a vine is a vine, and until the "vine" is getting closer and closer to the ship, their argument is still inconclusive.

"Isn't this a dream? Why do you have to think that it is something that exists in reality? Classifying unknown things may not make the result more accurate..." Le Lier tried to end this meaningless debate, "I I thought it might be neither animal nor plant."

"You mean, it's a kind of mushroom?" Streiki thought that her partner had a new perspective, "Maybe it really is," she was satisfied with this explanation, "I changed my mind, Lelie was right, it's not a snake, but a kind of mushroom..."

"Since we can't agree with each other, let's blow it up and see what it is," Yuqie said.

"Agreed, that's fine--everyone who guesses wrong will eat a bite." Streiki said.

"That's settled then."

"Wait a minute..." Eve said hastily, "Don't bring this kind of thing with me."

Yuqie drew out his sword and was about to cast a spell, but Lelier disagreed with their approach.

"No, don't touch anything here, I'm not kidding—why do you think Isabeau became like this?"

"Isabeau got the disease here?" Erinde was a little surprised by this.

"That's not a disease, it's a kind of fusion." Medina corrected her, "Ortigia is very good at combining different lives to create new species."

"You've never said that before," Erinde said.

"I didn't know she'd been here before—Isabeau must have touched something."

"She was still young at that time, and a silver butterfly flew by in front of her, and she caught it with her hand." Lelier asked him, "You know Isabeau's current state, do you think...she can still be saved?"

"I can only say, don't have too much hope." Medra replied, "The Holy Spirit is the most vital individual in the world, and Ortigia's out-of-control creations contain powerful life energy. It can parasitize any creature and absorb their nutrients until life is exhausted." He looked at Lopel and said, "But so far, there is no sign of infecting others."

The topic about Isabeau was a bit heavy, and everyone quickly lost interest because of it. In order to pass the long and boring time, Ruidiluo suggested that everyone tell an interesting story, or a certain previous experience.

［216］Rebirth under withering: One of the ancient dreams·Part [-]

At the beginning of the Era, the dwarves forged three forges on the western peak of Fanland - here they forged the huge guillotine and used it to decapitate Ghargs.Later, the vengeful silver dragon Haddra burned down Elvran's kingdom of heaven. After succeeding, the dragon flew north again, destroying the home of the dwarves on Fan Continent along the way.The surviving dwarves left the West Peak in a hurry, and hundreds of years later, a group of humans came here again. At that time, the dwarves' forging site was already in ruins, but miraculously, people found a forging fire that had not been extinguished deep in the ruins.The residents on Yanfeng have made a living by blacksmithing for generations, and the weapons they forged are world-renowned. Under such an environment, it is not surprising that several outstanding swordsmen can be born.

——Yuqie started with this passage, talking about his childhood past.

I grew up on Smokey Peak, and my adoptive father was a swordsman, and he was strict with me.I have two older brothers who are four and six years older than me. When I was young, I practiced martial arts with these two older brothers, but because they were too young and the family atmosphere was relatively serious, they didn’t Will play with me.

When I was ten years old, I met an uncle's son, who was a year younger than me, and we played together for a long time after that.I can't remember his name, but let's call him "Alin".

Alin's hometown lives at the foot of the mountain. Although he is young, he knows many roads, because his relatives live nearby.Before I was ten years old, I hardly ever went down the mountain, but after I met Alin, he took me around.

My adoptive father once said: "We grow up on the corpses of giants, so we live in awe all our lives." - He is right, Fan Lu is almost a huge pile of ruins, some people say that it is A large island that fell from the sky just landed on the Yuji Continent.At the beginning of the era, the dwarves first fell in love with this treasure land. They built their own civilization on the ruins, excavated the remains in the rock and soil, and restored them to their former luster. It only took a moment to become what it used to be.Standing on a high place now, you can still see the large and small bottomless potholes on Fan Continent—these are the masterpieces of the dwarves.

Human beings can illuminate their future with only a little light from the past, so they have to maintain awe and gratitude—awe at the vastness of the world and gratitude for the generosity of fate.

When bored, Alin took me down the mountain.He knew several ways down the mountain, but never told me that they lead everywhere, but I was so confused, so I just followed.Starting from his home, we can usually walk dozens of miles a day, but we need to go back on the same day, so the places we can go are limited-but in my impression, he always has places to go.

When I was young, my master (that is, my adoptive father) always said that I was timid, and I thought so myself. I dared and refused to talk to those strangers, especially adults with beards or strange smells.Along the way, I followed Alin, and liked to watch him talk to those passers-by, but never listened to what they said—he seemed to know everyone.

In the eyes of a young man, it seems that there are adventures everywhere. At that time, I didn’t know how big the world was—I didn’t know that Yanfeng was located in the fan land, that there was a feather land under the fan land, and that there was an ocean beyond the feather land... I thought we could walk half of the world in one day. At that time, I thought that as long as the sun set a little later, we could reach the edge of the world.

I don't know where we are going. Alin may have a goal, but I always stubbornly think that he is leading me around, because he always stops and stops, and sometimes even has to go back for a while.

Under normal circumstances, we don’t take any food on the road, but we will carry a few stones in our pockets and a branch in our hand-the stones and branches are carefully selected, and having them can make us feel at ease. This is the first step in the journey.Sometimes, to make the trip a little more interesting, there might be a living thing with us—a bird, a cicada, or a frog, which Alyn would take to a great distance to be released, or given to some kid younger than us, by which time they were usually dying, but we never got tired of it.

For me, the road is always strange, I never remember the way, and there seem to be different ways to go to the same place.In the wilderness near Smokey Peak, food can be seen everywhere, and Alin recognizes them—it smashes the green hazelnuts together with the leaves, eats the undried nuts, or walks along the river, looking for Berries in the grass.We don't rely on these things to fill our stomachs, but wild fruits do bring us an emotional satisfaction.On the way down the mountain, it seems that we can always pass a huge chestnut tree, and we can see it from a long distance - I still remember when Alin put the green fruit in my hand for the first time, the thorns pierced through My sleeve, and he laughed at my embarrassment.

Relics can be seen everywhere in Hatan. In the wild, we often see some strange buildings of the dwarves, which are sunken in the soil or lying in the lake formed during the rainy season.I still remember that there is a group of deep pits to the east of Smoke Peak, where the villagers would take pickaxes and iron hooks, go deep into them along the ropes, and collect the strange metals buried in the pit walls-these metals would never They are sold to outsiders, and only the craftsmen of Yanfeng really know how to use them.Near the pothole, at the foot of Yanfeng Mountain, the highest river in Hatan passes through here all year round. By the riverside, a huge metal arch lies obliquely on the desolate wilderness. One of the unidentified buildings under the sun, it seems that it has not rusted after all these centuries - obviously a good piece of material - but people neither dismantled it nor used it, they seemed to regard it as a mountain River-like existence, never disturb it, let it be here in the wind and sun.The top of the arch beam is very high from the ground, and we often see some older children throwing stones at it. They throw it very hard, but they can barely reach the height of the vault.On the sloping vault, several pieces of metal are connected by a hinged structure, swaying in the wind, and the children are competing to see who can throw stones here, making a loud sound.

I thought, maybe this arch is like the giant my adoptive father said, but not necessarily, because instead of winning the awe of adults, it has become the silent playmate of generations of children.Dilapidated things always have a serious mystery, and this atmosphere has always accompanied me to grow up. I look forward to the day when I grow up, hoping that one day I can become as old as my adoptive father, because I vaguely perceive that there is deep wisdom hidden in the eyes of the old people. They must know many things, and know the purpose and value of every relic and every fragment.

Alyn continued along the river, I followed him as the sun brushed past us and we were sweating.We were going to the "East Village". There may be thousands of villages with the same name in the world, but I only knew this one at that time.Alin knew a fortune teller in the East Village. This fortune teller ran a medicine shop. I took out a small copper plate from my pocket, so this man with a bushy beard and a strange smell took it out of a glass bottle. I took out two candies and gave them to Alin and me.We stood in front of the shop, ate herbal sweets, and drank a whole scoop of cold water before heading back home.We spent a whole day on the road, but only stopped in Dongzhen to eat a candy - no one told me whether it was worth it, I only know that although the candy is delicious, it is not as good as the candy The chestnuts in the shell make me more happy. If it is not necessary to choose a direction when traveling, maybe we don't need any destination at all.

There are high mountains in the west and north of Hatan, which greatly delay the invasion of the cold air flow in early winter, but winter is always coming, and it slowly surrounds the smoke peak from the bottom and from all sides.Before you know it, the evergreen trees are covered with frost and snow, the stream gradually stagnates and dries up, the animals disappear, the insects stop singing, and the world seems to be falling asleep.But winter isn’t depressing—not only is it not monotonous, but it widens the avenues we can explore.Putting on heavy cotton-padded clothes and bringing a simple ice cart, we set off from home—walking downstream along the river, we can see a lake in the shape of a crescent moon. Here, the lake is completely frozen for less than three weeks a year, but even this does not mean it is absolutely safe.After a snowfall, the dry wind blew away the snow on the ice, polishing the ice smooth and oily, and the fine snow filled the cracks in the ice cracked by the drop in water level. We each held two ice picks, knelt on the ice cart made of a wooden board and two pieces of wire, and swirled excitedly on the lake.We can always find a few perfect patches of ice – unimaginably smooth under the winter sun.

One day, we were playing on the lake as usual. At noon, Allin suddenly said that he wanted to cross this lake to see the other side of the lake, so we set off—before that, we had never even been close to the middle of the lake.

Since the lake is empty and we are facing the canyon, we are almost always walking against the strong wind and holding the ice cart.We didn’t reach the other side of the lake until near evening—if we turned back right now, we might be able to go home at night, but we definitely wouldn’t be able to eat dinner, and the adults would definitely scold us.Alin doesn't want to go back now, and so do I. We have worked so hard all the way, and our hands and feet are almost numb from the cold, so we can't just go back so easily.I thought to myself—an unknown treasure might be ahead, maybe a great relic, a sword, or a spirit that can grant three wishes, in short, it should be that kind of miraculous thing.Every time I travel, I always fantasize about miracles. Maybe Allin has the same idea as me, or maybe not-I'm not sure, because I never asked him.

Unremarkable, too—the place is neither marvelous nor empty.Walking through the col, the feeling of the cold wind cutting the face disappeared, and we saw scattered houses at the foot of the mountain—there was actually a village here.I'm actually not disappointed, because it's a natural result.

Miracles don't come easily, it's not on the other side of a mountain or a river, it's not something two children spend a day with - someone seeks it all their life and still doesn't find it.

When we went there, the village was more dilapidated than we imagined. Almost half of the houses were deserted—some had no windows, some had collapsed roofs, and some had only one wall left.In the afterglow of the setting sun, someone finally passed by here. Not only that, he also called out our names.

"Allin, Lean? How did you get here?" he asked us.Lean was my nickname back then.

We also recognized him when we heard each other speak, this is a big boy, nicknamed Gungan, we played together last fall, and he taught us the trick of throwing stones on the arch beam.We proudly talked about today's adventure to him, but Alin was a bit exaggerated. I was afraid of being discovered by the other party, so I began to correct Alin from time to time, which made this partner flustered.

Gungan was very surprised that we could come here. I was young at the time, and I can’t remember exactly what he said, but he was very happy in my impression, so we followed him back home in a daze, and met his grandfather who was very unfriendly. Stare at a supper.Thinking back now, if we hadn't encountered gun barrels at that time, or if the other side of the lake was just a wilderness, Alin and I would have froze to death that night.

Gungan's family doesn't live here, usually only his grandfather lives here, and obviously the old man is not rich.

That night, we slept in the hut in the gun barrel. The hut was cramped and had an old smell, but it was warm.The three children gathered together, and there were no adults around them to discipline them. Generally speaking, they would not go to bed right away, but there was no light here, and the room was pitch black, so the gun rod read out a strange syllable in the darkness, and then a ball of white light was born from his hands.

I opened my mouth in shock.

This was the moment when I first encountered magic.

Alin and I looked at the group of gentle white light, we were inexplicably shocked, the magic resonated in our minds, and I mistakenly thought it was a miracle.

Gungan said that he could teach us, but he had to promise that he could not use this spell in front of others, and took a step back and said that even if he was exposed, he would not be able to confess—to this, we quickly nodded and agreed.

In this way, we learned the first magic in life, the Vooz-Dyas, the creation of light.

The white light rose in my hands, giving me a feeling of frenzy—as if I was controlling the world with my own will.But soon, this feeling disappeared completely, because Alin also used this kind of magic, and I found that his eyes with white light reflected the same enthusiasm as mine.

Maybe this thing isn't that unusual—I thought.I didn't know the word "magic" then.

With the help of the magic white light, we fought for a while, until we completely exhausted our energy before lying down to sleep, but not long after falling asleep, we were woken up by the movement outside the room.I was the last one to wake up, and when I woke up, I saw my adoptive father standing by the bed, his face was livid-as usual.He was actually not tall, but at that time I felt that his head seemed to be on the beams of the house, and his shoulders were so broad, as if the room could no longer accommodate him.

A disciple was holding a lamp, he was squeezed into a ball by the master's large body.He looked at me with some fear in his eyes, so I woke up and realized that I might have done something wrong.

My adoptive father reached out and touched my head. His hands were warm and rough.I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me.

"Are you going to sleep here tonight?" he asked me, his voice deep and reassuring.

I nodded, but I wanted to go back to sleep immediately, but he said, "I see——let's go back. Your mother is worried about you and insists on letting me come out to find you."

I cried silently.

The adoptive father took me and Alin back.I don't know how he found us, or where he went before he came here, or how long he searched for it.

As I grew up, he became stricter with me—just like my older brothers.And under such strict discipline, the relationship between A Lin and I became increasingly estranged. Later, when his family moved to another place, we completely broke off contact.

After that, I only heard A-Lin’s name mentioned twice—once when A-Lin was caught stealing other people’s things, his father came to ask his adoptive father to help, and the other time when I was 16, I heard that A-Lin was already married, which was far away.

I didn't think at that time that I would face a major change in my destiny a year later.

In any case, I chose to leave Hartan later, and a naive idea seems to have always existed in my mind, and it has never been broken.

[217] Rebirth under withering: One of the ancient dreams · Part [-]

"What do you think?" Seeing that he stopped talking, Eve asked him.

"It's nothing." Yuqie smiled at her.

When talking about this old incident, Yuqie's eyes almost stayed on her face all the time—perhaps in response to his previous promise to her, Yuqie told his past quite frankly.

"So you knew that you were taken in since you were a child, and that swordsman didn't hide it from you?" Lelie asked him.

"Do you think I can hide it like this?" Yuqie pointed to his ear.

"makes sense."

The square disk made of miniature Oran hangs in mid-air and rotates above Mindra's head. Soon, the gap in the square disk stops in the direction where Eve is.

"Okay, now it's your turn," Streiki said.

Eve was a little upset, "Is this thing... really random?"

"Of course." Streiki urged her, "If you feel that you have suffered a disadvantage, then don't delay—try to get everyone to take their turn before arriving at the elf land, isn't it fair?"

"Alright then." Eve agreed with her statement.

"What do you want to say?" Erinde asked.

"Just tell me a story I've heard before." She contemplated for a moment and began to tell the story: "A long time ago, there was a kind-hearted girl who lived in the home of her stepmother and her two sisters. Because she didn't like her, The arrogant and arrogant stepmother always bullied her, sent her to do some heavy work, and let her stay by the fireplace in her spare time, making her face covered with dust. So mocking her, calling her 'Cinderella'..."

In this way, Eve told them a "Cinderella" fairy tale based on a general impression-Charles Perrault's version of the story is almost a household name. Nowadays, when it comes to fairy godmothers, pumpkin carriages and crystal slippers, it is easy to think of Cinderella.

It wasn't until she told how the fairy turned the mouse into a horse and a coachman that everyone realized she was telling a fairy tale.

The stories are easy to understand and children listen carefully.Le Lier played her lute, and the relaxed and soothing tune made the atmosphere harmonious.

Eve noticed that whenever she looked at Streki, the woman would smile with an inexplicable meaning.

Soon, the story was over—in the story, Cinderella lived a happy life with the prince, not only that, but she also forgave her two mean sisters.All is well and the children clap their hands.

Eve saw that Kani and Gayapin's eyes were shining brightly.

"It's a very interesting story, but it always feels like I've heard it before..." Rediro said.

The story of Cinderella is very symbolic. In fact, there are similar passages in the traditional stories of many nations, but the endings are not the same.

"Would you like to express your opinion?" Streiki patted Carney's shoulder next to her, "Girl, what did you learn from this?" She asked Carney.

"I, I..." Carney was still very emotional after hearing the story.

"Okay, let her go." Erinde sometimes dislikes Streki's mannerisms, this witch seems to like to see others make embarrassment.

"I have a question—" Lelier asked Eve, "Why didn't the glass slipper disappear?"

At the end of the story, Cinderella tried on the glass slipper, and took out the one she had hidden, and made a pair of shoes.

Eve couldn't answer, so she pretended to be stupid: "Yes, why?"

"What would have happened if Cinderella hadn't left after the spell expired?" This time it was Rediro asking.

"She will change back to her original form under the eyes of everyone... Well, she might be naked." Erinde stared at Eve's face, her expression was a little sinister.

"What kind of magic is the magic used by fairies? Is it a real witchcraft?" Lopel also asked a question.

"I think it should be a fiction." Lelie said, "Even if it is true, it should be classified as alchemy...but alchemy is not so unreasonable."

"Maybe it's a cover-up, but that doesn't seem to make sense either..." Stridge said.

"So, does Cinderella really need to leave?" Limeia said, "If she is stopped by the prince, or she simply confesses to the prince...will the prince still like her?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Yuqie, if you were a prince—" Erinde asked the only man present, "how would you choose?"

"This prince is obviously a complete womanizer. As long as Cinderella is beautiful enough, no matter how thick the dust is on her face, he can catch her at a glance-it has nothing to do with status."

There may be some truth to Yuqie's words.

"Okay, I understand. This story tells us that it is enough for a woman to be beautiful." Erinde shrugged, "It doesn't matter if you are punctual or kind."

Carney stared blankly, not quite understanding what they were talking about—these dirty-minded adults always seemed to have a way of interpreting a fairy tale beyond recognition.

"What do crystal shoes look like? Are they high heels?" At this moment, Eileen asked in a low voice next to Eve's ear, "Do you have such shoes?"