Into the Unknown World

Chapter 1. Into the Woods

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"Life is such a mystery. One must not be complacent about anything that has not transpired yet. Everything has its purpose and meaning. Life is not set in stone. Life is unpredictable. Join me and let's unravel my quest to an unfamiliar world of possibilities. Are you all ready?" Said the huge man with the crown of light lavishly showing its elegance to the white-winged girl, patting on her head while she nervously intertwined its hand. "I, I will come wherever you will go, Father!" she said.

Every night I feel that I could be somebody else. I always thought that this might be because I don't feel myself. I am an unusual person. I'm always having a dream that I am somewhere, in the middle of the crowd. A place where bustling crackles of noises can be heard, dancing lights in the middle of the road can be seen, crowded and throbbing one another.

... There is yet another vision of people who are talking towards one another that I can't seem to recall.

In a calm night sky, where you really can almost see the twinkling specks of light overhead. I woke up and thought about the wonderful dream I was having. How else would I imagine what it would feel like to get to see the whole place illuminated with floating lanterns and torches out there that don't extinguish. In stark comparison to this region, surrounded by trees and fields just about anywhere. Any night is as dark as a lump of coal. Our home is situated in the southern part of the region, where you can see a vast area mostly covered with trees and undergrowth-the Forest of Krane. Mostly, this is where they hunt creatures and gather timber logs to build new dwellings and also for firewood.

I was born and raised in the hinterlands with a large family member from which we would only eat fruit and vegetables every day. When we are fortunate enough to have a successful season of hunting, we will enjoy the meat of the wild creatures in the forest. Although we are doing our decent means to survive. I am not wailing, though. It's just that not everything is fair. I say, yes, these are not the things we would be complaining about as long as we have a roof to sleep under and a lot of food to consume, but this wretched way of life is at its best. How are we categorizing a group of people like this? Why can't we exist separately from an organization or individuals above us?

I am the fifth son of a serf. Serfs were the lowest of the peasant status and were treated as slaves. Nobles are the lords of the serfs who lived within their own appointed territories. In exchange for a place to live, the serfs utilized the land for themselves and their lord. In fact, the serfs are allocated mainly to the farmland to work for the landlord and, of necessity, to cover the rent.

Indeed, obviously. In this little town mostly with serfs, we glorify the Lord. Also, we have no names except perhaps the Lords' Freemen and a growing number of Knights, but they love to call me Twig. I am given the responsibility to get branches or twigs to be used as firewood when my parents are working in the huge fields of white and golden grain, however I do funny things other than that. I would often wander secretively in the depths of the wood. I've built a small treehouse to store the vile creatures I've caught.Training my body to the point that I can hunt larger creatures.

After all, of course, driven to my determination. I just want to be a squire, however I don't honestly believe I'm qualified to purchase my liberty. My friend Morning Dew admired the same thing in terms, I suppose. But we're just utterly hopeless throw rugs. In this territory, we are anticipated to wither. I don't really get this damn place and I'm just disappointed by the things I can't bear. As you can see, I refuse to accept the fact that I hate this mediocre way of life. I can't really complain about that, so what can I do? We are the slaves of the Lord. What I ought to do is hope that our good Lord Heinzall Val Badrick is going to stand for us forever.