SKATH: The Awakening Of Power

Chapter 1

The sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees, creating a mosaic of dancing shadows on the flowering meadow. Skath found himself in a place that seemed straight out of a dream: a vast field covered with brightly colored flowers, swaying in the gentle breeze. He paused for a moment, deeply inhaling the fresh, fragrant air when a familiar figure appeared beside him.

Puka, his friend Puka, stood there with a red rose in his hands, his silver-gray fur sparkling in the sunlight. His presence, always a mix of mystery and cheerfulness, brought with it a sense of calm. Skath knew Puka had an important lesson to impart.

"Skath," Puka began, with a serious expression, "do you like this rose, or is it just beautiful to look at?"

Skath looked at him, taken aback by the question. The rose was undeniably beautiful, but what did it mean to him? Puka, sensing the confusion in his gaze, continued: "When you like something, it's because you've gotten to know it. You've studied it, understood its nature. And when you do that, you know you will never change your mind about it."

Puka gently squeezed the rose, making it sway between his fingers. "Beauty is superficial, but deep appreciation comes from understanding. This is true for people, experiences, and the choices we make. Don't just look; seek to understand."

Puka's words echoed in Skath's mind, carrying with them a weight and truth that he could not ignore. The rose now seemed not only a symbol of beauty but an invitation to explore and connect with the world around him.

As the sun continued to shine, Skath realized that Puka's lesson was more than just a reflection on the rose. It was a call to live life authentically, to seek truth beyond appearances, and to find his own path in a world that often felt confusing and chaotic.

In Lyra's Village

A few kilometers from that enchanted meadow, in Lyra's village, the day flowed quietly. Lyra was bent over a large cauldron, carefully stirring the water. Her blue eyes were fixed on the bubbling liquid, and a slight expression of worry crossed her face.

"Lyra!" called a voice from behind her. It was one of her neighbors, an elderly woman named Miriam, who approached with a basket of freshly washed clothes. "Have you heard? The village is in turmoil over recent events. They say there are strange phenomena in the woods."

Lyra looked up, her heart pounding. "What do you mean by strange phenomena?" she asked, trying to hide her curiosity behind a facade of indifference.

Miriam stepped closer, lowering her voice as if she were revealing a secret. "They say voices can be heard at night and that animals are behaving strangely. Some claim to have seen lights in the sky. It's as if there's something... different out there."

Lyra couldn't deny feeling drawn to those stories. Adventures and mysteries fascinated her, but she didn't want to admit it. "They're just superstitions," she replied, trying to maintain her composure. "People love to make up stories when they have nothing to do."

Miriam shook her head. "But what do you know? Maybe one day we'll find ourselves involved in something grand. Like a real adventure!"

Lyra found herself smiling, but the thought of the woods unsettled her. Her gaze returned to the cauldron, her thoughts lost in the rising steam. Despite her worries, she felt that fate had something extraordinary in store for her.

With a sigh, she stood up and began to hang the clothes on the line. "I don't have time for adventures. I have my brother to take care of," she murmured, but inside her, a spark of curiosity ignited, fueled by Miriam's words.

Lyra finished hanging the clothes and turned toward the house, feeling the weight of the responsibilities she carried. Her little brother, Tobin, needed her. The leukemia that afflicted him required constant care and attention, and every day was a struggle to keep his hope alive.