Zero

Family Ties

Astral and Jaylen ventured into a vibrant town that thrived with life and laughter. The melody of birds echoed above, harmonizing with the gentle rustle of leaves as the charm of ancient stone buildings met the intricate artistry of wooden roofs. Nestled around a vast, shimmering lake, the town was a tapestry of bustling activity, where fishermen cast their nets gleefully, farmers tended to their crops with dedication, and hunters returned with tales of their daring exploits.

As the duo left the lively streets behind, they embarked on a dirt path winding through a mystical cave, illuminated by glowing crystals that flickered like stars in the night sky. With every step, Astral glanced around in wonder, his curiosity piqued. "So... you lived here?" he asked, his voice a gentle hum against the cave's echo.

"Yup—pretty humble beginnings. My mom didn't like all the frills; she just loved her farm," Jaylen replied, his gaze steady on the tunnel ahead. Suddenly, the cave opened up to reveal a sprawling farm, bursting with life and color. Fields stretched endlessly, interspersed with patches of forest that stood untouched, allowing nature to weave its magic. Sheep and goats grazed peacefully, their soft bleating blending into the serene symphony of the countryside. At the center stood a charming farmhouse, draped in vibrant wall flowers that danced in the breeze.

The structure, though weathered, radiated warmth and nostalgia, with a milking facility and a training pen tucked away in the courtyard. A hidden corner housed a delightful menagerie of chickens and rabbits, their cheerful antics adding to the farm's enchanting atmosphere. The sweet aroma of freshly baked fruit pies wafted through the air, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.

"Here we are," Jaylen announced, leading the way up the path. Astral trailed closely, his furry tail wagging with excitement as he took in the sights and sounds of the farm. With a gentle knock on the door, Jaylen glanced down, catching a glimpse of Astral's bashful expression. The little elk boy's eyes shone with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment

"Don't be nervous, my moms nice," Jaylen smiled. The moment the door swung open, a wave of enchantment washed over him. Standing in the threshold was Grace, a tall elf with flowing, dirty blonde hair that cascaded like sunlit waterfalls. Her bright, captivating emerald eyes sparkled with kindness, illuminating the space around her.

With a heartwarming smile, she swept Jaylen into an embrace, lifting him effortlessly from the ground as laughter echoed through the woods. "Hey mom!" Jaylen giggled, the familiar sound of joy resonating in the air."I saw your text and just decided to swing by since we were in the area."

As Grace gently set him down, her gaze softened as she cupped his face, "you look great," pride radiating from her every word. But then, as she caught sight of Astral—a figure standing shyly behind Jaylen—her expression shifted, a flicker of recognition mingling with a painful nostalgia. "My... you look like your mother..." she gasped, a whisper of longing weaving through her voice.

Astral, confused yet intrigued, blinked innocently, his tail momentarily still as he processed the unexpected connection. Grace knelt down to his level, her gentle hands cradling his face, her touch both tender and reverent. At that moment, time seemed to pause as she whispered, "You look exactly like Aliaea..." The air was thick with unspoken emotions, a bridge spanning past and present.

Grace's heart softened further, and as she regained her composure, she welcomed them inside her haven. "Oh, where are my manners?" she said with a renewed smile, gesturing for them to enter.

As the two boys stepped inside, Grace followed, softly closing the door behind her. The interior of the humble farmhouse exuded warmth and comfort, with its sturdy stone and wooden walls caressed by golden streams of sunlight filtering through the windows.