Everlasting Dream

Chapter 82: How many more?

[Wayne]

A young man sat near a crackling campfire somewhere deep in the pine woods, his handsome, youthful face illuminated by the flickering flames. The orange glow set off his chiseled jawline and dark brown hair as he stared intently at a map spread out before him.

Wayne was tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and muscular arms that resulted from years of hard work on his family's farm. Born into humble means, working the land alongside his parents and siblings was all he had known, but a restless spirit had driven him to join the adventurer's guild despite his family's objections. A twinge of guilt panged in his chest at the memory of their tearful farewells, but the siren song of adventure had proven too strong to resist.

Unfortunately, Wayne had been born without a trace of magical affinity. Nature refused to bless him with even the weakest of talents. But that was quite common, he knew. If one child per generation in the village gains even the dullest, most pathetic sliver of affinity, it was considered an immense luck. It almost surely secured them a comfortable life for the rest of their days. Whether it was military, church, or guild, all wanted them, and the stronger one, the better the payment. And if one with strong affinity also gets a blessing stone... well, they can be a force to be reckoned with.

The blessing stones were the next best option for someone like Wayne, who had no affinity whatsoever. It is a special, extremely rare gem that monsters sometimes have in their bodies. Though it is such a rare occurrence, you can spend decades fighting the nastiest creatures this world has to offer without finding one.

Those who managed to acquire one could absorb it into their body, granting themselves a part of the creature's abilities depending on which monster it had come from. Some monsters were more valuable than others, like a dragon or any other ancient beast, though good luck to even see one, not to mention kill it. But even the weakest one, such as a goblin, was worth more than the average human would make in a lifetime. So many, if not most, commoners who found them often sold them for that money instead of absorbing them, securing themselves and their families financially for the rest of their lives—a good way to retire early.

There are also things such as purities of stones, compatibility with affinities, and who knows what else. But Wayne cared little for that since he didn't plan to use it. Even the lowest of them would make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. The young adventurer was determined to prove his father's words that hard work and grit could take a man just as far as magic.

Besides, his dream of seeing the world beyond his small village had finally come true, though the reality was proving to be far harsher than he had imagined. Wearing his father's leather armor and a short sword at his side, he looked more like a farmer playing dress-up than anything formidable. Wayne ran a hand through his brown hair, sighing deeply as he examined the map. His deep green eyes looked up from the map to meet the gazes of his traveling companions, a confused look on his face.

— "Let me see if I got it right," Wayne said, pointing to the map. "We're heading to the middle of nowhere to plug a fucking hole in the ground?" he asked, looking at the leader of their small group, a tall, muscular man with shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes named Valther. A man was clad in heavy iron armor that tended to clink annoyingly from the slightest movements, with a few cracks and dents here and there. Underneath, he wore a thick, padded gambeson, which looked worn but sturdy. A large, two-handed sword leaned against the tree behind him.

"Yep, pretty much," Valther nodded in confirmation, leaning back against a log near the fire. "It's called a breach, and we've been tasked with closing it and clearing whatever has crawled out of it. Heard about what happened last year in Lisse?" he asked, his voice deep and gruff.

— "Uhh... yeah..." Wayne replied grimly, memories of the gruesome tales he heard in taverns flashing through his mind. "Heard about that. A bunch of monsters came out from somewhere near that village and attacked it. Was a mess, from what I've been told."@@@@

"Indeed," Linnea, a woman with long auburn hair tied back in a loose ponytail and deep blue eyes, added. She had a calm, intelligent demeanor about her. "This whole area is filled with underground caverns with who knows what inside. But this one ranked as lesser and is quite small, fortunately. It's more like a hole than a breach, so I doubt we'll meet anything dangerous out there," she added, adjusting her clothing. She wore no armor, only simple but well-made clothes that seemed comfortable for long travels — warm woolen pants, a long-sleeved linen shirt, and a brown cloak wrapped around her shoulders. "It will be my fourth such quest already. Though, never anything as remote as this one."

— "It will be my first one," Wayne admitted with a shrug. His deep green eyes glinted in the firelight as he looked at Linnea curiously. "Have you ever even been inside?" he asked.

"Gods, no," Linnea laughed, waving her hand dismissively. The firelight flickered against her fair skin, casting dancing shadows across her delicate features. "That place is a deathtrap. Only fools or desperate for money who think you could find something valuable go inside those holes."

"Yeah. Not many are stupid enough to enter it. Even less made it out alive," Hela, a petite woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and bright blue eyes, added, shaking her head. Her voice was soft yet firm as she spoke. She was wearing a similar leather armor to Wayne's, though much better quality. Two daggers were strapped at her sides, and a bow rested against the nearby tree trunk. "Those who do... become... different," she added with a spooky tone, wiggling her fingers at Wayne before bursting into laughter.

"Don't scare him, Hela," Valther chuckled, his deep voice warm and reassuring despite the eerie atmosphere of the dark woods surrounding their camp. "It's just a hole I must close with my Earth magic. Nothing fancy, nothing dangerous. The hardest part of this quest is how damn far from the city it is. Though, the payment is quite good."

"Easy for you to say, Mr. Stone mage," Hela teased, rolling her eyes at him. "My reward barely covers the expenses for this quest. I'm hoping to find something valuable along the way to earn a living."

"Ah, yes..." Valther mumbled back, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. He keeps forgetting how hard it is to earn a coin for them. "Well, if you find nothing like that, I'll share some of my payment for you two, then... How about you, Linnea? I'm sure someone from church-" he began, only to be cut off by said girl.

"No way," Linnea pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. The shape of her pointy nipples became visible beneath her tunic as she did so; the clothing she wore underneath did little to hide her figure. "I already have to pay a cut to the church and the orphanage I grew up in. There's no way I'm giving even more."

"Umm... alright, just me, then," Valther shrugged, though the corner of his lips turned upwards slightly. He always liked to see Linnea's cute pouting. However, Wayne enjoyed the sight of her chest and shapely hips more than anything else. Trying to change the topic from money to something else, Valther cleared his throat and spoke, looking at Wayne, "Anyway, it's going to be pretty easy. We'll get there and close that hole, all while fighting some slightly overgrown critters and bugs that came out of there. Not a big deal at all. Besides, it's not the hole you need to worry about but that forest," he pointed a finger at the map on the ground next to Wayne.

Without hesitation, Wayne carefully reached out and tried to touch the orb. As soon as his finger made contact with its luminous surface, the sphere flickered and dissipated into thin air with a faint whispering sound as if it was never there. He didn't even feel a tingle when touching it. "It was... beautiful. Thank you," he breathed out softly, looking at her. "Is it true that the light affinity is the rarest?"

Linnea simply smiled in return before answering Wayne's question. "If not include mutated affinities, like ice or magma, then yeah. They way rarer than mine," she explained, her fingers playing idly with her long hair as she spoke. "The light is the most common among orphans, for whatever reason. Though I would gladly give away my affinity to get my parents back."

— "Sorry..." Wayne muttered, his gaze dropping as he nervously fiddled with a twig.

"It's alright," Linnea shrugged dismissively, getting comfortable against the tree behind her. "Anyone knows how to sing? I would love to listen to something before bed," she asked, trying to change the topic.

Valther and Hela looked at each other, shaking their heads at the question. The campfire crackled and danced between them as silence fell over the group again, broken only by crickets chirping.

Wayne cleared his throat and hummed softly, to everyone's surprise. Sitting together under the vast, starry sky, they all exchanged curious glances, not saying a word as the farmer boy sang gently.

Clearing his throat, Wayne shyly began humming softly, surprising his companions. Sitting together beneath the vast, starry sky, they all looked at him curiously, not uttering a single word as the farmer boy sang gently, surprising them with how good his voice was. It was not at all what you would expect from someone like him. It soon became clear that the song he picked was a truly poor choice for singing in the woods.

When the sun begins to set,

And the day is almost done...

In the woods, you best forget,

To walk alone when night's begun.

Looks as pale as the moon,

Eyes blue like summer sky...

Her children two, just like her soon,

Their hungry, golden stare will make you cry!

How many more?

To understand must wander in?

How many more?

Must disappear?