Legends of Eiyressia [EN]

Patan

Sometimes, all it takes is a simple stroke of luck for everything to turn out well. Hundreds of years ago, people lived in poverty and depression, fighting for their survival. Nobody tried making his life better because in the end, it wouldn't even matter. The rest would just do everything in their power to ruin hopes and dreams of such a person. Everything continued this way, until a certain moment, which changed fate of Patania forever.

One sunny, warm day, a group of farmers was coming back home, after an entire day of hard work. Tired, they sat in the middle of a field close to a road, leading strait to their daily routine, arguing with the rest of their families, making ends meet. They wanted to rejoice the moment they had, feeling free like magnificent, colourful birds flying in Kezymykia during summer.  They chattered with each other, like they had nothing to worry about.

At first, they thought, that they heard of one of birds singing. Joyful, full of energy, pure melody for ears. It took them a while to figure out, that they weren't that far off the truth. The entire field was covered in birds, tens, maybe hundreds of them. All of them watched the farmers with interest, with their black as Abyss pupils. There was something unnatural in them, yet none of the farmers knew what exactly.

Suddenly, all birds took of in to the sky at once, painting an unnatural painting with their feathers. The farmers quickly fell to the ground, huddling together in fear of what had they just witnessed. No animals have ever behaved this way, so organized, doing every move like clockwork. Only one of them stood up on their feet, looking at them with fascination. He was named Kan Yarif and he would not show fear in that moment.

He noticed, that the animals are trying to lead him somewhere, so he followed them. The rest of the farmers still lying in fear, crying out to him, but he wasn't listening. After just few steps, he saw a long, beautiful, silver sword. At the end of the handle, just underneath the blade there was a turquoise crystal, emanating a gentle glow. Near the tip of the sword lied a dead bird and his blood was slowly leaking in small streams on the weapon. Kan thought, that he heard voices, whispers, encouraging him to pick up the sword, grab it firmly.

Standing there in one place, he wondered what to do. He didn't give any kind of attention to the birds, who were piercing him with their dead eyes. At that moment, he only focused on the voice he heard, begging him to lend a helping hand. Yes, he was sure of that. That was a call for help and whatever made that plead, looked for hope, a chance to improve his current situation just as Kan wanted it for himself. He smirked, calling out one of his friends.

A moment later, he came huddled over, just as if he didn't want to be noticed. He was afraid of the birds, who were sitting on every bit of land, every birch and along the sword, just as if they tried to protect it from someone. He wanted to run as far away as he could from this place, to his home, a place where despite all the hardships and suffering, his family always waited for him. At the same time, he didn't want to disappoint his friends, especially Kan, who called him and not any other farmer. Under no circumstances would he be called coward. Standing there, like a statue he didn't hear the words coming out from Kan's mouth. Only when he shook him, he noticed that somebody was talking to him.

Kan gave him one task, to pick up the sword. His face didn't show any kind of emotion when he said that, which made the farmer be even more afraid. Feeling that this is for some reason very important for his friend,  he bent, and grabbed the sword's handle. Suddenly, immense pain pierced right through his body, he tried to scream, but he couldn't. He was cold, the world lost its colors, giving away into soothing darkness. With great effort, he glanced at Kan, seeing fear in his eyes. He was saying something, but he heard nothing. He gave himself to the complete void, that appeared in his mind.

At first Kan wanted to flee, discarding his plans for better life. What would they give him, if something bad was to happen to him? Better option was to keep on living, forget about what happened now. Except he heard the voice that was in his mind, this time normally, using his friend's mouth. It introduced himself as Patan, a god forgoten by the world, entity betrayed by the Great Three. Patan offered Kan fame, strength, power, if only he could take care of him, provided him energy. Next, he held out his free hand in front of him waiting for Kan's reaction. He shook it, smiling even further.

Birds took of to the sky, flying off in a different direction, not knowing, how they ended up on that field in the first place. Patan followed Kan to his village, a small place named by some Tusia.