Luz, the Salvation

The Village

Clarear was a small island, surrounded by the serene waters of the ocean, where time seemed to have stopped. For many, it was a place of charm and happiness. Not long ago, however, the island had become somewhat strange and enigmatic. People always smiled, but their smiles seemed false, empty of true joy, and this began to disturb Luz.

The houses, built with sturdy wood and painted in bright colors, dotted the island's landscape. Narrow streets wound between them, leading to a central square where a large chapel and the sheriff's office, which also served as the town hall, stood. The Priest, an authoritative figure who held the roles of spiritual leader, sheriff, and mayor, controlled every aspect of life on the island.

However, the island was no longer as Luz remembered it from a few years ago. The Priest had built some factories near the chapel, which emitted a lot of smoke and made a lot of noise. The birds, which once filled the air with their melodious songs, were now rare, and their songs seemed to have been replaced by the incessant noise of the machines. The sunset, once bright and vivid, was now obscured by the dark haze that hung over the island, painting the sky in shades of gray.

The inhabitants of Clarear dressed simply, their clothes made of light and colorful fabrics, suited to the island's tropical climate. During the day, they dedicated themselves to various activities, from fishing in the sea to farming on the small plots scattered throughout the island. In recent years, a change had taken root in the island's routine. Men and women, once occupied with traditional tasks, now spent their days in the metal factory built by the Priest. The sound of the machines echoed across the island, replacing the serene silence that once reigned.

Luz observed all of this with a growing sense of unease. He felt as if the island were calling for help in some way, as if the very waters surrounding it were crying out for rescue. Every time he looked at that large metal structure, he felt a tightening in his chest, a silent anguish that urged him to act, to do something to save the place he called home.

At night, when the inhabitants of Clarear gathered in the chapel to pray and give thanks for their blessings, Luz felt even more restless. The Priest's cryptic sermons seemed to echo in his mind, casting shadows over the truths he so desperately wanted to uncover. He knew he needed to act, that he could no longer stand by while his island transformed before his eyes.

Luz spent the day uneasy, pondering Avert's words, the salamander that had guided him here. He knew he needed to seek answers, to discover the true purpose of his existence before Avert returned. With a knot of determination tightening in his chest, he set off in search of answers, in search of clues about his past and his future destiny.