Chapter Cornelia: Crescent Sun

Exiled Snow - Lost Wayfarers

[Frei's POV]

"By the way..." a random thought came to mind, "Care to elaborate how you suddenly remembered your name just like that? I mean, it piques my interest how it took you only now to remember it out of nowhere, and what happened to you being so...apathetic for days?" the gossip persona within me asked without considering the thought my sudden questioning won't offend him in the slightest.

Remaining as quiet as ever, it took about four seconds before Eclis could respond to me. "I don't know..." surprisingly unsurprised, this amnesiac couldn't find an answer to my question. I don't blame him, of course. What matters is that he's regaining his memory not hastily, but slow and steady.

"Oh! In case you're not fully aware, I plan to head to the Garland of the Desolate, the city of Corphelia. From there, I'll sail through their proud boats constructed from oak and birch woods and sail towards Fódmire." I informed Eclis, though I'm quite sure he fails to have any clue of what I'm talking about. "Do you still bear within your heart the desire to follow me along?" I humbly asked Eclis.

Without thinking much about it, he gave me a simple answer by nodding at me twice.

Now then, how about a quick history lesson?

Corphelia's history roots back to the folktale of it being a desolated land. Its environment was rumoured to be far harsher than the snowstorms of the Eisen Crossroads, a cold desert known for its intense, shivering coldness especially at night. So harsh that only the sturdiest of the sturdiest creatures can dare to step on its drowned-in-snow soils. Even plants that could persevere at winter's proximity lacks the tenacity to withhold its severity.

Eventually, a deity of nature presumed to be travelling around the world or born in the middle of it, depending on your sources, has been said to plant an everlasting seed in the midst of the place.

In spite of every living plant being incapable of surviving the rigorous environment and the ceaseless hailstorms, this mysterious seed would soon bloom into countless unwavering flowers in such it evolved into a heavenly garden. It grew so big that it drove off the calamities that usurps it while giving other lives a chance to make residence in it. No sooner than enough would the people start inhabiting it until the kingdom hereby declared it as the great city it is now.

As for Fódmire, all I can say about it is that it's known for its vast merchant and business works. All of the foreign items that are ordered from other continents mostly came from Fódmire. But no thanks to the current season of snowstorms, trades in there must've slowed down or stopped.

Corphelia... I heard the people in there are a master of the waves.