Venti X Male Reader: To Forgive or to Kill

Chapter 10: Path to Sanctuary

In the past there were many micros that lived on these lands. Creating settlements that stretched the region. They even had castles full of knights, nobles and peasents. Carnivals that were held to celebrate the spring rebirth and fertility. Ceremonies to induct propositions and marriages.

The land had a feudalistic culture spanning centuries, established on the backs of the lucious agricultural soil that littered the land. It's true name forgotten long ago from its inevitable desolation.

When the first settling giants had found this land, they had very much the same culture as them.

Though initially they were curious of their miniscule size they immediately labeled them as commodities to be played with and eaten.

They had started to hunt the micros. The Knights stood no chance as their spears and steel had no affect as they were overwhelmed by their sheer size.
It only took a couple of them to destroy and feast on entire century old kingdoms. The walls of those castles turned into condensed bowls to which the micros could not escape.

The very few that did split into small nomadic bands as no place was safe to stay for long as in the end the macros would win.

The macros begun to catch on to their tactics and hunted for them in ways they couldn't imagine. Outwitting them and finishing off many of the last bands.

With few micros remaining hope was lost. Until a giant sorcerer, refered to as the mother, had felt great sympathy for their struggle and downfall. She had blessed them with white crystals that would grant them the power to blend into the crowds of the macros that ate them. However this was only to scavenge food as the time spent can regress your condition and destroy a micros body if used longer than need be. Breaking and tearing muscle, nerve and bone to convert the micro to macro form.

The mother guided the micros and granted them sanctuary in her garden. Though over years she had grown sick and many micros had decided to split off for they had the crystal to live out their lives and wished no longer to burden the mother as the crystals creation had weakened her.

The mother felt great sadness at their departure, left with only a small band of micros. Worried and knowing of the departing micros inevitable fate. Wishing only for them to return.

The few micros that stayed took care of the mother and she was deeply greatful though weak. In her last moment she had sat down in prayer, and left the caretakers one last farwell and message.

"To protect the last of your gentle kind, I cast a barrier around my garden of sanctuary. Hidden from the macros of the outside, and their ever persistent hunger. I summon all those who have left the garden for their safe return, signalling them with the departing of my soul to the life beyond all that is being. My children do not fear your return, for it was home that founded this solice and grace...."

To which her soul had passed and created a celestial message in the stars visible to only the micros for their safe return. A symbol of the river glistening and flowing to the way home, away from the hungry hunters that lurk behind the trees.

Diluc closed the book, and the nameless micro stood across from the fire amazed at the story.

"So that's what the stars meant?" The boy exclaimed.

"Of course, what you'd think their just some random constellation." Diluc said.

Diluc patted the Namless micros head.

"Well grown ups just talk a lot of stuff I pretend to understand." He poured.

"Well now you understand, so you don't have to pretend." Diluc smiled.

"Hey kid time for bed." Gaeseric opened the tent and demanded.

"Yes Gaeseric..." The Namless boy said.

Gaeseric was the brother to Hisho and a year younger than Diluc and the adopted father of the Namless micro.

Diluc glanced to the Namless micro who looked sad going back to Gaeseric.
The Namless micro was a very young child, who Hisho found him on the path side, his parents were devoured and he was the only one left. Holding what remain of his mother, a severed hand wrapped in her cloth.

Though Diluc wanted to be his guardian. Gaeseric's late soulmate wanted to take the boy in. Though Diluc felt uneased not by the Gaeserics soul mate as she was a kind woman, but Gaeserics impatient demenaor.

Eventually his soulmate passed away, and the boy left only with Gaeseric who treated the boy terribly though the boy had never once showed any sign of spite or hatred to Gaesric strangely enough.

Gaesric and the Namless micro had left Dilucs tent.

Diluc sighed and put the book away. Laying in his bed roll he stared up at the hide cover of his tent.

'we move tomorrow to sanctuary, is it still even safe?"