The Journey: Clearwater Kingdom, #1

By Aindi Rain

The Journey will take you on a rollercoaster of emotions, from heartfelt backstories to beautiful character building. Relationships are not as they appear. Danger is never too far from our main character. What lessons will be learned, and what hardships will be faced? What waits for them at the end of their travels? All of this and more will be discovered loveable characters await.    

 

 

 

       Not too far up ahead, they could make out that someone was being attacked. It didn't dawn on Zuki who it was until the smell of his blood reached her nose. Once she recognized Gunther's scent, Zuki took off running. Not really thinking about what her plan would be once she reached him.   

"Zuki, where are you going?" Rin called after her.  

"It's Gunther. I smell blood, and it's his, I'm sure of it," she called back to Rin as she caught sight of Gunther wrapped up in a snake's coil.

  "Let him go," she yelled at the snake., Gunther looked down to see her standing there no more than a yard away from the snake.  

"Ssssshe looks better than you do," the snake said, dropping Gunther to the ground and going after Zuki. She shivered as the snake slithered towards her. 

Before the snake could get any closer to Zuki, Gunther thought it would be a good idea to transform. The sound of bones cracking and popping seemed to echo even with the trees surrounding them. Even the snake had stopped to look at the giant as he grew in size. His bones and muscles had to elongate to his new height and phasic.

"Now, you just look like a toy for a kid," he said with a laugh. Reaching down to pick up the snake by his tail. Zuki watched Gunther spun the snake around his head. She could feel the wind with every pass of the snake's body.  

"Sssstop!" yelled the snake.  

"Okay." Gunther let the snake go in mid-spin, sending the snake flying through the air. Those of Zukis group who were quick-footed had watched the whole thing from a distance. Spirit had thought about helping out When the snake changed targets. What stopped him was the sound of Gunther's transformation. It sounded painful.

"Okay, being a giant has to be horrible for the body," Spirit said. The sound was hard for him to forget. 

Damon and the rest came into view just as Gunther began to change back into his human-like form. Once again, the sound of bones cracking and rang out. The only difference this time was the sound of them breaking and snapping. The sound even caused Zuki to cringe since she was standing the closest it was louder to her ears.  

"I wonder how far that snake was sent flying," Spirit asked. In an attempt to hide his discomfort over Gunther's transformation.   

"Depends on how fast Gunther was spinning it and how heavy the snake was," Jenx interjected. Even he was grateful for the distraction of conversation. 

"Either way, it's out of here, and we won't be seeing it any time soon," Jen replied. Taking his attention off the direction, the snake went flying and back to where Zuki and Gunther stood.  

"Good point, it was funny to watch, though," Spirit said with a chuckle.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aindi Rain
• Release date: May 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223313625

Aindi Rain

I started writing when I was in high school but I was always restricted to set rules. When I was given freedom in my writing that is where I learned I excelled. I am not good with grammer,spelling but what I am good at is ideas and details of scenery or events. I love writing and taking people into another world where they can meet the main characters and see them as if they were a friend or a relatable person. I touch topic that are hard to talk about sometimes making it feel real to a point. My characters all come from within and I have so many more to share as I continue to share my books with everyone, 

Book preview

Chapter 1

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The night was gloomy and on the verge of raining as Zuki stepped from her small cottage. She could smell rain in the air and feel the damp weather rolling in over the land. Zuki shivered slightly at the thought of yet another loud thunderstorm. Before Zuki stepped out from under cover of the small awning, she adjusted the bow and quiver full of arrows resting on her back. Once Zuki stepped out from undercover, she looked up at the darkened sky, feeling the first drops hit her cheek. 

This looks like it's going to be a nasty storm, said an old man. Zuki looked at him.

Looks to be that way, sir, she said and looked back at the sky, thinking to herself, why does it have to rain? I hate storms.

The old man continued on his way down the path towards his little farm on the outskirts of the village. He was on his way back from the market where he spent the afternoon selling his wares; eggs, goat’s milk, soaps his wife made in their little shop behind the house. She watched him make his way onward for a little bit.

She turned towards the path that wound to the back of her cottage. Back here, she would find her targets and a small little shelter that she could use to protect herself from the coming weather. Even though the moon was being hidden by the clouds and not much lit up the area, Zuki had little issues seeing in the darkness.

Zuki dear, a gentle and warm voice called out. Zuki looked over to the back of the cottage to see her mother leaning out the window.

'I'm here," Zuki answered, walking over to the window overlooking the little kitchen.

Why are you outside dear, it's starting to rain, she asked. Her tone was sweet and caring.

I need the distraction. Zuki's eyes had a slight glow to them due to the darkness around her, but thanks to the light from inside the cottage, it toned back how bright her eyes looked.

It's been so long since he vanished from our village. I had thought you had forgotten by now, her mother pondered. Even though she sounded worried, her eyes held a different emotion.

I wish I could, but Luc was sweet, and he seemed to always be around when I needed someone. Zuki lowered her head.

It had been several years since the night Luc had been grabbed. He had offered himself to protect her. She still didn't understand why he had done such a silly thing. Her mother reached out the window and placed her hand on Zukis shoulder gently.

As a mother, I wish I could take that sadness away or the fear you hold when storms roll in. Zuki looked back up to meet her mother's gentle gaze. Her soft brown eyes held a lot of the same emotions as she was feeling but for a completely different reason.

Zuki gave her a warm, gentle smile and placed her hand on her mom's. Her mom smiled. The bond they had was different from most parents. Zuki had no memory of her life before this woman had taken her in and still didn't know much about where she came from, but that didn't stop this woman from caring for her and raising her as her own.

You do so much for me. All I need is a little time out here, and I will be alright. Once the storm passes, even my fear will leave, Zuki said with a bright smile.

Alright, just don't stay out too long, or I will have your father come out and get you, her mother warned, getting Zuki to laugh and push her mother gently back inside before she ended up soaking wet from the rain that was starting to pour down.

Zuki shook her head once she was undercover, having water fling from her long hair. Being in the little archery shelter was a blessing. No matter what the season was, the rain was always fridged. She never understood if it was how she felt about rain or if it really was that cold naturally. She always saw kids playing in it with no issues at all. She knew she was different from everyone else in the village, but no one seemed to mind too much.

Even with Zuki lost in thought, she was able to focus on the bullseye out in the field. She took a couple of steadying breaths before nocking her arrow. When the night sky lit up with the first flash of lightning, Zuki released her arrow, having it fly almost perfectly straight. If it had not been for the wind suddenly blowing. The loud crash of thunder caused Zuki to jump out of everything she had to be scared of. It had to be thunder. She had almost a paralyzing fear of thunder, but if she was out in the archery building and could focus on her arrows, she could block out most of her fear.

Zuki, your mother asked for me to come and retrieve you, a gentle male voice spoke after the thunder had finished roaring. Zuki slowly lowered her bow back down to her side before turning to face him.

I didn't realize it had already been that long, she said, a bit bewildered by her idea of the time when she was focused on something.

Her father chuckled. Come before the woman wishes to feed you soup. he wrinkled his nose at the thought of the soup being made and served in the little cottage.

Zuki quickly followed behind him, knowing very well she did not want soup. Out of everything that her mom made, the soup was one of the worst-tasting things. It was made with all kinds of roots and vegetables that helped with colds.

Make sure you take off your shoes, so your mother does not flip out, her father reminded her when they stepped into the little entryway. Zuki laid her bow and quiver down on a small bench so she could bend down to remove her mud-covered leather swayed shoes.

Zuki stopped before they passed the memorial shrine for her little sister. Paying respect to her was Zukis way of dealing with her grief. Her parents had stopped honoring the shrine about a year ago. Their reasoning behind it was that Lora was home and no longer here in this world. However, Zuki could not just forget the little girl who followed her around cheerfully.

Did you get her? Her mother asked before she poked her head into the hallway.

Yes dear, I got her, her father answered, walking over to his wife. Zuki looked at them just as they decided to kiss.

Gross, get a room, Zukie teased. Both laughed before hugging and making kissy faces at each other.

We are in a room, her father stated. Zuki wrinkled her nose before squeezing past them.

Super gross, I will just go get washed up now, Zuki said, hurrying from the room, so she did not have to see them kissing or anything else.

Laughter sounded from behind her, but no footsteps followed.

Zuki quickly ducked into her bedroom to grab a change of clothing. The rain had caused her clothes to stick to her body in a very uncomfortable manner. Clothing in hand and her self-care items, she made her way to the washroom. She was in luck when she placed her hand under the water spout to feel hot water. They had to manually heat up their water if they wanted it to be warm and not cold. Her father had spent a good portion of time making sure they had hot water for their nightly bathing rituals.

Feeling better, Her mother asked? Zuki had just returned from putting up her dirty clothes.

A bit, but I have a feeling the storm isn't over just yet, she muttered unhappily. Her mother patted the seat next to her on the couch. She and her mother often read a book together before they went to bed. It had become a routine of sorts. Her father would sit in his chair and listen while they each took turns reading.

What is the book about tonight, her father asked?

It's one about love, and friendship her mother answered, with a smile on her face.

Her father seemed delighted to hear what the book would be about. Seeing them happy always made Zuki have a bitter-sweet feeling like one day this suddenly would change. So she treasured every moment as if it was the last one she would ever have with them.

Chapter 2

Zuki had hoped by the time morning came, the storm would have moved on or at least forgot the thunder part. Sadly it was the rainy season around these parts. You would think by now she would be used to the seasons and when it rained, but no, she never got used to it a whole month of off and on rain. It was wonderful for farmers but was terrible for anyone else. It wasn't so bad for hunters either, but Zuki really hated hunting when it was thundering.

Zuki dear, I believe Fuji and the other hunters are ready to go this morning, her father called out from the hallway.

Zuki had almost forgotten about the plan to go hunting with Fuji and his guys. There was talk about a large animal roaming nearby that was killing livestock. This village survived off the farmers. No one could afford for the animals to be eaten by some wild animal.

Would you let them know I am almost ready, Please, she said, rushing to get ready.

Since they would be walking through the woods, she opted for long cotton pants and a nice gray top that fit her body just right. Due to the time, she quickly pulled up her hair in a ponytail and tied a leather cord around it to keep her hair in place.

Her mother was waiting by the front door, holding out food. Zuki smiled, taking it from her thank you.

Your welcome, dear, now come back safe, her mother said watching, Zuki put on her shoes and hunting gear, that being her bow and quiver, before dashing out the door to meet up with Fuji and the other four hunters.

Zuki was grateful for her stamina and ability to run long distances without getting winded. I'm here. Sorry for taking so long, she said.

The guys who Zuki interacted with very little looked at her, then at Fuji. He was on the stokey side but had some of the best aim out of the other hunters.

Glade, you could join us Zuki, I need another sharpshooter if we find this beast of an animal, Fuji said, greeting her with a smile and nod of his head.

Zuki smiled, he had taught her how to use her bow, but somehow she excelled and even surpassed him with distance and precision. Fuji gave the signal for the hunting part to start moving out. Quietly and carefully, they made their way through the wet underbrush. Due to the thick trees, the ground was a lot less muddy than Zuki had thought it would be after the amount of rain they would be getting.

Fuji, look large animal tracks, one of the guys said quietly.

Fuji moved closer to inspect the tracks before motioning for Zuki to come over you see this print. Look at the number of toes and the size of its paws. he said, pointing out each toe mark along with showing the size by placing a stick alongside the print.

Are we thinking wolf or bear? one of the guys asked? Fuji looked up and into space in front of them.

Think about where we are. Now think about what wildlife we have around here. Put that together and tell me what animal you think these tracks belong to, Fuji said, dusting mud from his pants.

Zuki had been taking lessons on tracking along with learning about the animals that were native around here from a pretty young age. Due to this, she was pretty sure the tracks were from a large bear, one possibly feeding off magical power from something or someone.

Fuji, the tracks are from a bear. However, I believe its size is abnormal and is caused by magic of some kind, Zuki announced. Due to her nose being better than everyone else, she was able to smell and detect things most of them couldn't.

Some of the guys laughed at Zukis claims of it being a bear, but Fuji didn't. He seemed pleased with her answer, to the point he looked back at the tracks in question.

I believe your right. These are the tracks of a bear. I also agree with your statement of it being magically enlarged. Fuji looked around for a few moments before motioning for Zuki to follow him.

Quietly Zuki followed behind Fuji. The woods had suddenly gone still. Even with the rain coming down, they still heard the sounds of small critters running through the underbrush. However, the sounds of the small animals had stopped. The farther they walked, the fewer trees they had for cover from the rain. They were heading back towards the village and near the farmlands.

Fuji, Fuji, stop, Zuki called out as quietly as she could, trying to get his attention.

With no luck at getting his attention by calling his name, she reached out and pulled him back. Towards her, the sudden yank had him looking at her with confusion.

what was that for, he asked a bit loudly. Zuki motioned in front of him.

She had smelled the bear before it walked into view. Once again, her nose being the savior. This bear was huge. It was at least twice the size of what a normal bear would be. Zuki was not ready for the crash of thunder, making her jump and cause the bush in front of them to rustle loudly. Fuji grabbed her hand and quickly had them back away. Due to her jumping, she had alerted the bear to their location, and it was now walking towards them.

damn thunder, she mumbled under her breath.

This bear was not like any normal bear. It was being driven by pure hunger Zuki could see it in the bear's black eyes as he stalked towards them. Zuki had a feeling if she didn't end this bear's life, it would end one of theirs. Zuki knew there would be no one in this hunting party that could outrun this massive bear but herself.

Zuki, what are you doing, Fuji asked when Zuki stopped moving away and steadied herself.

Zuki looked at him and smiled. Her sweet nature was starting to shine through, and it was one of the worst times for her kindness to take over. At least, that is what her family might think.

I'm giving you time. All of you need to run, she answered. Her tone was calm as she spoke, turning her attention back to the approaching threat.

At first, Fuji didn't budge. It was when the bear charged that he finally took off running, leaving Zuki to fight the massive thing on her own. Nimbly Zuki dodged the bear's claws and teeth. Sorry, bear Zuki thought before moving back enough that she could use her bow once more. Before the bear could get close enough, Zuki had nocked her arrow and released it. Fire swirled around the tip. Once the arrow hit the bear, the fire spread across its body, causing it to roar out in pain. Zuki moved closer when the bear dropped to the dirty ground. Thanks to the fire that had been on the arrowhead, the bear was released from the magic that had been holding him, now he laid there taking small and smaller breaths as he slowly died. Not wanting the poor animal to be alone, Zuki sat down in the dirt next to him and rub his head gently.

I hope you get another chance at life. I'm sorry someone had to use it for themselves, she said softly to have the bear lay its head on her lap before his eye closed.

Zuki had sat there in the dirt with tears running down her cheeks. She felt bad about having to end the poor bear's life. It wasn't his fault magic was used on him. For once, Zuki welcomed the cold feeling of rain by looking up. Where they had stopped to fight, the sky was visible from the ground. In the distance, Zuki could hear frantic voices causing her to finally look back down from the sky to see her mother and father running towards her with Fuji and few other villagers behind him.

Zuki, are you alrighther mother pawed at her to check for any injuries.

Mom, the one who was hurt was the bear, Zuki said in a heartbreaking tone.

Fuji gently moved the bear off Zuki with the help of her father. The moment the bear was moved, her mother wrapped her in a hug.

My sweet girl, I can't lose you too. My heart can't take the loss of another child, her mother wept. Due to her mother crying, she found it hard not to cry herself.

I'm sorry, I just wanted everyone to be safe. I knew they couldn't outrun it otherwise, Zuki explained. Mud and dirt clung to her pants when she stood up.

Umm, are we allowed to eat the bear one of the villagers asked? Zuki looked at him, then at the bear, she had killed. It was better the village had food than to just toss away meat that was hard to come by in such large amounts like this.

It's better to not waste. I cleaned the bear of any magic, so he is safe to eat, Zuki answered, having the villagers put their hands together as if they were praying or giving thanks to the gods.

Bless you, and thank you, bear, Fuji said, bowing his head before helping to carry the bear back to the village.

Zukis parents hugged her tight while kissing her forehead.

I hope you always keep this kind heart, the girl who cries over wildlife or befriends random wolves and panthers, her father said lovingly.

Slowly the three made their way back to the cottage. Out of the corner of Zukis eye, she caught sight of light-colored clothing from within the trees. Not sure who or what it was, Zuki took her parent's hand and walked with them.

The village had so much extra meat that Zuki and her family ended up with two extra chunks, one because Zuki killed it and two because they were thankful for the food. Zuki watched her mother turn some of the bear meat into sausage while the rest got cut up into portions for later uses.

What should we have tonight? Stew, roast, or some meat pie, her mother asked?

Zuki loved when her mother got excited about cooking. She had learned a lot from her when it came to cooking. She had also taken up learning from the farmers around the village on how to cook and preserve other types of food.

Since it the rainy season, why not. Stew, Zuki answered happily. Her mother beamed with joy at hearing stew.

The bear hunt had taken up most of Zukis day, and even more, time had been taken up by the constant question about how she managed to take it down after sending the hunting part away. After finally having some time to breathe and think, Zuki went to her room to widdle away at a few more arrows.

Nightfall soon fell upon the village. With dinner being cooked and Zuki feeling restless, she opted for some archery practice. It was not until thunder roared that she was reminded of the storm that was still one going. The rain had lightened up for a bit but had just started coming down harder again.

Dear, dinner will be ready shortly, her mother called from the kitchen when she saw Zuki walking towards the door.

I won't be out long, Zuki answered. With another crash of thunder, she opened the door and stepped out onto their little porch-like area.

Zuki, can you come here please, asked a wizened woman with white hair.

Zuki realized the clothing she had seen early that day was this woman's clothing.  She wore flowing fabric with many light colors. Her skirt was plated in shades of light blues and greens. Her top was simple in color but had flowing sleeves around the woman's waist. She wore a belt with a small bag attached. It took Zuki a bit before she recognized the older woman fully. It had been a while since she had last seen her.

The Old MagicMaker had helped Zuki to learn how to use magic with her arrows when a demon attacked the village a couple of years back. Zuki was hesitant to walk towards the woman. She had a feeling of change, and she was not sure if it was good or bad. The cool wind blew Zuki’s long silver hair causing it to shimmer in what little moonlight could be seen. The closer Zuki got to the MagicMaker, the less the wind seemed to blow. It was as if she was being guided towards the old woman. The uneasy feeling seemed to ride the wind away from her. Even though the wind seemed to die down, Zuki still had to hold down her skirt. After being in pants all day, she had opted for more comfortable clothing, and it just happened to be a layered skirt made from some of her old clothing.

Once in front of the MagicMaker, Zuki looked at her and smiled kindly.

what brings you here so late, Zuki asked tenderly. The old woman looked at her greeting her with a kind smile that seemed familiar in some way.

I have been watching over you the last day or so, and I believe you're finally read. The old Magicmaker answered. The little metal details on the woman's clothing jingled in the wind as they bounced off each other. Zuki stared at the old woman for a moment before she spoke.

what do you mean? What do you think I am ready for. Zukis curiosity probably getting the best of her.

The old woman kept her cheery smile as she spoke, For your memories. 

Zuki just stood there staring at her. My memories? The look of confusion was evident on her face. 

The Old MagicMaker studied Zuki’s expression for a moment. Yes, of your past, and of who your real family is, and where you come from. It’s time for you and your friends to go home, and with that said,  the MagicMaker threw what looked like colorful dust at Zuki. 

What the heck are you throwing at me? Zuki sounded a bit panicked with her question. A few moments later, she stopped moving, her eyes glazed over, and slowly returned to normal.  The memories were flooding back in and trying to flow over one another, making her mind a jumbled mess of images. 

Are you remembering? The Old MagicMaker asked with a hint of concern permeating her tone.

The pained expression entered Zuki’s voice as she responded, yes..yes I am. a deep and forgotten feeling washed over her, My father asked you to send my friends and I away to keep us safe.

That’s right and now it’s time for you all to head home and help rule your home land, said the Old MagicMaker.  Zuki noddedZuki nodded her head in response. Her heart was filled with sadness for having to leave this village and the people she had called mom and dad for the longest time. How would they react? What if she chose to stay? So many emotions and feelings were washing over her she almost felt overwhelmed by them.

Zuki dear, her mother called. From the open door, Zuki turned to face her.

Knowing the truth about where she came from, along with the fact she had birth parents. Who all of a sudden wanted her back. In a way, it upset Zuki. She had grown close to this family, and now she was being taken away. Slowly Zuki made her way over to the woman she had been calling mom all of these years and hugged her.

Thank you for taking care of me all of these years, Zuki said. The pain in her tone was noticeable even to the old MagicMaker.

Dear, what is wrong? Why are you talking like this her mother asked? Zuki stepped back and took the woman's hand, having them enter the little cottage.

From outside of the cottage, you could only hear soft murmurs and sobs from the woman and gentleman who had raised Zuki since she had been brought to this village. I had warned them this was a bad idea, but no King and Queen know best when it comes to their kids, the old MagicMaker thought. It upset her that Zuki was in pain, and it was all her actual parent's fault for it, but the one who had to be the bad guy was herself and not them.

Zuki, you're always welcome back here. No matter what, you're my daughter. We raised you and took care of you. I don't care what your background was or is. The woman said when Zuki had stepped out of the cottage.

The woman's husband stepped out and wrapped his arms around Zuki. You could hear him crying even over the rain that was beating down around them. It felt as if the sky had become saddened by what was taking place.

Don't forget to stop and rest, eat and take care of yourself. One day, once you're able, come back and visit. The couple said. When The MagicMaker's clothing jingled, they looked at her.

Zukis expression was a cross between angry and sad. She didn't want to leave this family, yet she knew she had no choice. Some of her anger washed away when the MagicMaker shared her expression even she seemed upset but the situation. With a deep breath, she stepped away from the cottage and into the rain.

Okay, now I’m ready, Zuki said. Even though her tone was sad, she held her head high as she spoke. The MagicMaker smiled and tugged Zukis arm gently. With a flash of lightning as a signal, the old MagicMaker began walking away.

Zuki entered the woods shortly after the MagicMaker had vanished from sight. Even though she had no idea where she needed to go, she knew deep down one of her friends was fairly close. With her memories returned, she also had her old connections returned, making it easier to feel for who might be nearby. She feared not being able to find the others who have not been linked to her by blood.

Even though she was wandering around the woods aimlessly, she was unaware of being followed. By the old MagicMaker, due to Zuki not knowing where she was going or where she needed to go, the old woman felt obligated to guide her a bit. Before breaking off to go pay a visit to the next person on her list of visits such as this one, she just hoped they didn't have such a sad outcome.

On Zukis way through the woods, she had stumbled across a figure lying on the ground. On closer inspection, she recognized the body as that of a woman's. Zuki kneeled to get a closer look. Thanks to Fuji teaching her, along with some of the farmers. She was able to figure out that the woman had been killed by something. However, what killed her was still a mystery since the markings and wounds didn't match an animal.

Bless you and your soul may it find peace and be reborn, Zuki muttered kindly. She had heard the farmers and a few villagers pray when someone had passed on, and when her little sister had passed away, she had listened to the same little prayer several times.

Thinking it was best to bury the poor woman Zuki looked around for a nice flat even space of land. When Zuki found the right spot, she crafted a make-shift shovel from a flat stone and began digging. Unfortunately, it would be a shallow grave since she didn't have the right tools to dig a proper one. So she just hoped nothing dug this woman up later. 

Chapter 3

In the north part of the woods, there was a small village where one of Zuki’s childhood friends resided. They would often buy goats' milk and soap from the farmers on the outskirts. Unlike most areas around here, small forests or woodland villages were widespread. Even with this small woodworking village being within a few hours from the village Zuki had been living. No one other than traders crossed over. Making it, so the MagicMaker never had to worry about her lost children running into each other at any point in time.

I forgot how close these two were even after all of this time. Only the leaders of the homesteads kept them from ever meeting or running into each other, The old MagicMaker thought, trudging through the woods. She had left Zuki a little ways back so she could go and meet up with the next person before Zuki had found her way to him. Now that her memories were back, this would also mean Zukis' blood links would be felt once again. After so long of being apart, it would begin to cause Zuki some issues here in the coming days. Years without blood and years without her blood links would have some significant effects on her body for a while until she got the blood she needed after all of this time.

The old MagicMaker had warned the king and queen that taking Zukis memories could be dangerous on her body and mind, but they felt it was the best option and only option to make sure nothing could find her. So they had her knowledge of her being half-vampire and half-demon taken from her. The memory block also took away the knowledge that she needed blood to remain strong. Without her blood links around, she could have at least taken blood from animals. This would have at least kept her in top condition to age properly. She currently looked like a damned teenager instead of a twenty-one-year-old adult half-breed.

The old MagicMaker let out a frustrated sigh, the only one who kept his knowledge of who he was happened to be Rin. He was a full vampire and survived off the blood of humans. She had watched over him the first couple of years to make sure things would be okay and that the village would not hurt him when they found out he drank blood. To her amazement, the leader of the village had taken him in and gave him a job. As long as he kept the people safe, he would provide him with blood, or that he got to feed off bandits who tried to pillage their goods.

The old MagicMaker was happy to start seeing little cottages and shops. It let her know she was getting closer to the center of the small woodland village. This region she had chosen to drop most of the children into had a pleasant climate, it did seem to rain a lot, but it was beneficial to the farms and trees surrounding the villages and the dirt roadsides. Small trader paths had been carved out over the years of people using them as quick routes and ways to avoid the main roads. In the distance, The old Magicmaker could hear voices letting her know the village was still up and moving even at this hour.

The beautiful Woodland village nestled between thick trees and untouched forest patches. It had a gentle history of being home to many woodworkers, each skilled in their specific craft; Furniture, toys, sculptures, and the most noticeable with any of the cottages would be detailed work on the decks or porches. Even at night, this village seemed to have life. Some of its residents would work late into the night to get their orders done for the next day's sale.  The rain did not stop this village from work or play. Instead, many of its villagers used the rain to soften their wood before working with it. It took time for the wood to dry, of course, but it made the carving much more manageable while it was damp. 

Good evening Rin, one of the toymakers said on his way past. He seemed to be heading home from his workshop.

Rin gave a slight head nod in greeting. The villagers had grown used to Rin's way of speaking or lack of talking over the years. Even so, they always welcomed him and smiled when he acknowledged them. The only person Rin spoke to a lot was the village leader, who had taken him in as a child. Even now, Rin still couldn't figure out how he was missing vast chunks of time between the time he was born and the time he found himself here in this village. It was like everything from the age of eleven back was gone from his memory. The lost memories never affected him though, he was able to survive and live pretty comfortably without knowing what happened before this life he lived now.

Taking time to stretch out his muscles, Rin was able to observe the village for a bit. His home was nestled a bit further back from the main square of the village. It acted as a guard station for incoming traders and visitors from the forest's main trading path behind his home. Over the years, Rin had learned the habits and schedule of every villager. The knowledge he had obtained made his life a bit easier he would wait for most of the shops to close down for the night before stepping out of his dwelling. Bandits seemed only to cause trouble once the village had settled in for the night, but due to some shopkeepers liking to work late, it left them vulnerable to being attacked. After learning such things, Rin stopped waking up early and began waking up later to patrol the area and make sure those still working late would be safe.

Thanks to the cover of trees, Rin was surrounded by shadows. If you didn't know his home was there, you would walk right on by.  The only place rain seemed together was in front of his porch, making the ground slightly muddy. With Rin's long legs, it didn't take many steps before he was no longer under cover of the trees and could feel the drizzle of rain against his warm skin. He welcomed the cool rainwater by looking up. He closed his eyes, letting the rain cool his skin. Even though it was the rainy season, it caused the air to feel humid due to the previous weather. No one else was bothered by the change, but for Rin, it was uncomfortable. It left his skin feeling hot and sticky. He often took cold showers or stood in the rain to cool off and wash that hot sticky feeling away.

Slowly Rin walked around the area surrounding his home, checking the outer edges of the village before moving inward to start walking the inner village.

Good Evening, someone called out. At first, Rin didn't know who had spoken to him until he turned around to see the old furniture maker.

Good Evening Wada, heading home, Rin asked? Wada stretched his old muscles.

Slowly, I wanted to enjoy the little drizzle before I got there, he answered cheerfully.

Last year, Wada's wife passed away, leaving him to work later in the workshop alone. He had tried to drown himself in work to avoid going home. The poor guy hated how lonely his home felt without his wife beside him. If it had not been for Rin, the older man would have joined his wife not long ago. One of the oversized chairs he had been working on suddenly collapsed, pinning Wada underneath. Rin had luckily been making his rounds near the workshops when he caught the scent of blood. At first, Rin thought it was a bandit who had attacked, so he entered the shop ready to fight. Rin quickly looked around for Wada to find him lying on the ground with no one else in the small workshop. The tool he had been using to carve the wood laid just out of reach. Blood coated the tip of the instrument. Carefully Rin began to move the chair back off Wada. Hearing the man gasp from air reentering his lungs from having them almost crushed by the heavy wooden piece, alerted Rin to the fact that Wada could have died if he had been any slower or if he had not recognized the blood as someone from the village.

Have a good night, Wada called out, bringing Rin out of his thoughts.

Good night, Wada, Rin replied kindly, thinking back to that night left Rin slightly uncomfortable.

He had tried to remain standoffish to the villagers since he was not like them. Rin felt that if he got too close to the people of the village. He would be the one that was left suffering when they all aged and died on him. Time was a cruel thing for humans, but that night it would not have even been related to age at all, and it scared Rin to learn he had started to care for everyone who lived here.

Rin watched Wada for a few more moments before turning and walking off, only to stop when he spotted a woman dressed in strange clothes entering the village center. Why is a MagicMaker in these parts? They are uncommon around here. Rin thought before he could do anything. He saw the village leader walking towards the older woman. From the expression on the man's, it was clear he was concerned as to why a Magicmaker had shown up.

What business do you have here, MagicMaker? The Elder questioned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

The MagicMaker seemed to smile oh, come now, Sanjo. Don't tell me you have forgotten me already? She asked playfully like they had been friends for a very long time.

At first, it seemed like the Magicmaker solely focused on Sanjo, but when Rin stepped closer, she looked at him. If not for Rin's eyesight being top-notch, he would never have noticed how her dark blue eyes wavered with emotions. She reminded him of a grandmother, one who had not seen her grandchild in several years.

You have grown well over the years, Rin. Your life and everything you have done for this village in all of this time are impressive. I have heard stories and have learned many things about this village from travelers. The MagicMaker said, all the while holding a solemn expression.

Stunned and unable to find words, Rin remained quiet. Somehow this woman knew his name. How did she know his name? Did she know something about his missing memories? More importantly, why was she here now, and why was Sanjo looking at him with a sad expression.

I understand that is a lot for you to digest, but what is to come will be even more complex. Here in probably less than an hour, a visitor will show up. When you see her, she will trigger the memories you are missing. I am just here to give you the push, the MagicMaker explained before taking a hand full of colorful dust from a small pouch she had around her waist.

Before Rin could even react, she blew the dust into his face. It coated his eyes and went up his nose. He had to blink a few times before the odd feeling of the dust left his eyes. Sanjo moved closer to him with concern on his face.

Are you alright? he asked softly. Rin sneezed shortly after the tickling feeling finally left his nose, but now his head felt funny like something was being unlocked deep within his mind.

I think so. What did you do to me, Rin asked, looking to where the MagicMaker had been standing to find that she was gone. Sanjo patted Rins arm reassuringly.

I promise she means well, Rin. She is the one who brought you here when you were little. She asked if I would raise you, and she even told me who and what you were, Sanjo explained. His expression was calm but held a tint of sadness.

Rin hated when people looked sad, even more so when it centered around him or something he said. Once, he had told a couple that he had found their son on his patrols. They wept for what seemed like hours before he was able to ask any questions or find out what may have happened.

He didn't do well with those emotions, and lately, he didn't do well with Sajos, daughter. She had suddenly changed the last day, or so, she became very obsessive and compulsive. She was a sweet, kind young woman. She had goals of helping the village to grow and become better. Then one day, she stopped caring about the village altogether and started causing trouble by breaking things ready for market or causing people to get hurt.

I have not seen Lynn yet tonight. Is she doing better? Rin asked, trying to change the subject.

Sanjo let out a pained sigh like what he was about to say was hard.

The last time I saw Lynn was this morning. She never comes home, and when she does, she locks herself in her room. Sanjos expression was pretty grim. He had no hope for his daughter anymore.

Rin had no way to make him feel better. He couldn't relate to these feelings, one of a part who felt like he was losing his daughter.

I will make a few more rounds. Maybe I will spot her. I can tell her you wish for her to join you back at home, Rin said, reassuringly he motioned for Sanjo to head home.

Sanjo took a deep breath, looking up at the sky rain coated his aging face.  He remained like that for a few more moments enjoying the drizzle. Lightning soon decorated the sky above them.

Change is coming. Within a few hours, you won't need to be here anymore. Making Lynn my worry, not yours, Sanjo said, patting Rin on the arm before walking away.

Rin watched Sanjo for a few more moments, feeling he couldn't do much more for Sanjo. Rin turned away to begin walking the shops and checking their surroundings. Along with inspecting the workshops that sat behind some of the main buildings.

Chapter 4

Not finding anything , Rin made his way back to the village center. He stopped when he caught sight of Sanjo. He was walking towards the east side of the village towards the lighter woodland area. Generally, this side of the village was used for the farmers who came from the little farming village nestled east of the heavy forest. They still had a good amount of woodland area for hunting, but they made their living from farming livestock and crops. What has caught your attention Sanjo Rin wondered.

Miss, did you come from Yang village, Sanjo asked? He had spotted a female walking up the path usually used by farmers who were coming to trade their livestock for a couple of wooden crafts.

Rin watched from a distance to see a woman with long silver hair step into the lights of their lanterns. She was covered in dirt, mud, and plant debris from walking in the woods during the rain. A crash of thunder caused