Virat: Abandoned by Destiny

Narrator

Sometimes...

A person may hurt you...

Not because they wish to cause you pain...

But because that pain may save you from something far worse.

But if a wound can protect a life...

Is the wound still wrong?

Morning slowly returned to Restart Village.

The darkness of the night faded from the rooftops.

Mist hovered above the sacred river.

The first rays of sunlight touched the quiet houses.

And beyond the village...

The river continued toward the mountains.

Alistair walked alone along the road.

His footsteps were quiet.

The morning wind passed through his hair.

Ahead...

The mountain rose like a silent wall.

At its foot, the river suddenly disappeared over the edge.

Water rushed downward...

White against the dark rocks...

Then continued through the distant forest.

The Forest of Life.

Home of the elves.

Alistair's eyes moved toward the mountain.

Something had caught his attention.

Not a sound.

Not movement.

A feeling.

Someone...

was watching him.

Alistair slowed down.

His expression remained calm.

He didn't immediately turn around.

Instead...

his eyes carefully searched the mountain slope.

Nothing.

Only rocks.

Trees.

Morning mist.

And silence.

Alistair narrowed his eyes.

He had lived long enough to know that silence could hide more than noise ever could.

He continued walking.

Then...

he noticed something.

A faint disturbance in the air behind him.

Alistair stopped.

His hand moved slightly toward his weapon.

But he still didn't turn around.

A mature warrior didn't react to every suspicion.

He waited.

Observed.

Listened.

Then—

Ting.

A tiny metallic sound.

Alistair's eyes sharpened.

A small blade suddenly flew from somewhere behind him.

Thk!

It pierced his shoulder.

Blood immediately began flowing down his arm.

Alistair's body shifted from the impact.

His fingers tightened.

For a brief moment...

pain crossed his face.

But he didn't panic.

He didn't attack blindly.

He didn't turn around.

Instead...

he looked at the blade lodged in his shoulder.

Then at the blood running down his arm.

His eyes became thoughtful.

Whoever had thrown it...

had deliberately aimed for his shoulder.

Not his heart.

Not his throat.

Not his head.

Alistair slowly removed the blade.

He examined it for a moment.

Then wrapped his wound tightly with a piece of cloth.

He looked toward the mountain again.

Still...

he did not turn around.

If the attacker wanted him dead...

there had already been better opportunities.

That meant the attack had another purpose.

Alistair continued walking.

Behind him...

a figure stood silently upon the mountain slope.

The blind sage.

He could not see Alistair.

He could not see the road.

He could not see the mountain before him.

Yet...

he remained completely still.

His head was slightly raised.

His expression gave away nothing.

Then...

his hand slowly lowered.

No words.

No explanation.

Only silence.

Alistair glanced back once.

Not directly at the sage.

But toward the mountain.

His expression remained calm.

Whatever was happening...

he would understand it eventually.

For now...

he kept moving.

The river grew louder.

The mountains slowly opened.

And beyond them...

the Forest of Life appeared.

Trees rose toward the sky like enormous pillars.

Their leaves shimmered beneath the morning sunlight.

Soft green particles floated between the branches.

Birds moved quietly through the canopy.

The air itself seemed alive.

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At the entrance of the forest...

Two elves were waiting.

An elderly elf stood at the front.

Beside him stood his daughter.

Her long golden hair rested neatly behind her pointed ears.

Morning light touched her hair, giving it a warm golden glow.

Her eyes were clear and bright beneath the sunlight.

There was a quiet elegance in her appearance.

Her beauty was natural...

quiet...

and graceful.

Her gaze moved toward Alistair.

Then...

it stopped at his wounded shoulder.

Her expression changed.

Concern replaced her calmness.

She looked toward the blind sage.

Then back at Alistair.

The elf chief bowed.

"Welcome to the Forest of Life, Sage."

The sage simply nodded.

The girl stepped forward.

"Father."

Her voice was gentle.

Her eyes remained on Alistair's wound.

"He is injured."

The elf chief looked at the bloodied cloth.

"Take him inside."

The girl nodded.

"Yes, Father."

Alistair followed her.

Inside the forest...

The sound of water followed them.

Birds moved between the branches.

Small glowing insects floated above the grass.

The girl led Alistair into a small wooden house.

"Sit."

Alistair sat.

She brought a clean cloth.

She dipped it into warm water.

Then carefully cleaned the blood from his shoulder.

Her movements were steady.

Precise.

She didn't panic.

She didn't ask unnecessary questions.

Alistair watched her hands.

She placed several crushed herbs over the wound.

Then wrapped it carefully.

Alistair looked at the bandage.

"You know healing magic?"

The girl nodded.

"Yes."

Alistair looked at her.

"Then why didn't you use it?"

The girl paused.

Her fingers remained on the bandage.

For a moment...

she said nothing.

Then her eyes moved toward the doorway.

The blind sage stood there.

He couldn't see them.

Yet...

he seemed to know exactly what was happening.

He raised one hand.

A small gesture.

The girl understood.

She looked back at Alistair.

"He told me not to."

Alistair frowned slightly.

"Why?"

The girl remained silent.

Her eyes lowered.

Then...

she checked the bandage one more time.

Her expression became heavier.

And when she finally spoke...

her voice carried a strange seriousness.

"Is T alright now?"

Alistair froze.

His eyes sharpened.

The question wasn't casual.

There was genuine concern behind it.

"...T?"

The girl looked directly at him.

"Yes."

Alistair studied her face.

"How do you know her?"

The girl opened her mouth.

But before she could answer—

"Daughter."

The voice came from outside.

She immediately stood.

"Yes, Father."

"Come."

She looked at Alistair for a moment.

There was something she wanted to say.

Something she knew...

but couldn't say yet.

Then she turned.

"Please rest."

She walked out.

Alistair remained seated.

His eyes slowly moved toward the doorway.

T.

The question continued repeating inside his mind.

Is T alright now?

Not Who is T?

Not Where is T?

She already knew.

And that meant...

there was something he didn't know.

Alistair looked toward the blind sage.

The sage stood silently outside.

Unable to see him.

Yet somehow...

he had already changed the course of his morning.

After speaking with the elf chief for some time...

Alistair finally left the Forest of Life.

The sage remained behind.

Alistair began walking back toward Restart Village.

The river flowed beside him.

He followed its course in the opposite direction.

But his thoughts refused to settle.

His fingers touched the bandage.

The wound still hurt.

He remembered the moment before the attack.

The feeling of being watched.

The metallic sound.

The blade.

The precise location of the wound.

And the sage's silence.

Alistair stopped.

He looked toward the mountain.

Why had he been watching him?

Why had the sage attacked only after Alistair sensed someone?

And why...

had he not allowed Alistair to turn around?

Alistair's eyes narrowed.

Something was missing.

A piece of the puzzle.

Then another thought entered his mind.

The elf girl.

Her healing magic.

The sage's gesture.

Her question about T.

Alistair slowly exhaled.

"Something doesn't add up."

He continued walking.

Sometimes...

the most dangerous thing wasn't ignorance.

It was believing you already understood.

By the time Alistair reached Restart Village...

something had changed.

The village was unusually crowded.

People stood near the entrance.

Some carried weapons.

Others were covered in dirt.

The smell of smoke hung in the air.

Alistair stopped.

"What happened?"

Brald approached.

His expression was heavy.

"Goblins."

Alistair's eyes narrowed.

"Goblins?"

Brald nodded.

"They were hiding between Restart Village and the Forest of Life."

Alistair looked toward the mountain.

The same mountain he had just crossed.

"I felt someone watching me there."

Brald looked at him.

"You?"

Alistair nodded.

Then Brald continued.

"The goblins were preparing a ritual."

"A ritual?"

"Yes."

Brald's voice became quieter.

"They were trying to bring forth their Goblin King."

Alistair's expression hardened.

"How?"

Brald hesitated.

"They needed a living offering."

Silence.

Alistair's eyes narrowed.

"A living offering?"

Brald nodded.

"Someone alive... healthy enough to be offered to the ritual."

Alistair's fingers slowly touched his bandage.

The wound.

The blade.

The sage.

The refusal to heal it.

His mind returned to the forest.

The elf girl's healing magic.

The sage's silent gesture.

Alistair's eyes widened slightly.

One possibility emerged.

Then another.

Then everything began fitting together.

The goblins needed someone alive and healthy.

The sage had deliberately wounded him.

The elf girl could have healed him.

But the sage had stopped her.

Alistair's expression changed.

Not shock.

Understanding.

"The wound..."

He looked at his shoulder.

"It wasn't meant to kill me."

Brald stared at him.

"What?"

Alistair looked toward the mountain.

"The sage."

He touched the bandage.

"He wasn't trying to hurt me."

A pause.

"He was making sure I couldn't be used."

Brald became silent.

Alistair continued.

"If the goblins needed someone healthy..."

"...then this wound made me useless to them."

His eyes narrowed.

"And if the wound had been healed..."

He looked back toward the Forest of Life.

"I could have become a suitable offering again."

The pieces finally fit.

The strange gaze.

The blade.

The precise wound.

The refusal to heal.

The warning not to turn around.

It had all been one silent message.

Keep moving.

Alistair closed his eyes for a moment.

Then quietly said,

"He's blind..."

His eyes opened.

"But he still saw what I couldn't."

Brald lowered his head.

"But there was another problem."

Alistair looked at him.

"Malrik."

Alistair's expression changed.

"Malrik?"

Brald nodded.

"He used himself as bait."

The villagers had surrounded the goblins.

One group...

Then another.

Until every goblin had been trapped.

Malrik had helped them.

He had knowingly placed himself in danger.

But he didn't survive.

His body lay beneath a cloth nearby.

Brald stood beside him.

"He apologized before he died."

Alistair remained silent.

"He said he betrayed Restart Village."

Brald's voice trembled.

"But..."

His fists slowly tightened.

"We had already forgiven him."

Alistair looked at the covered body.

Brald lowered his head.

"I couldn't save him."

His voice became quieter.

"Maybe..."

He struggled to continue.

"Maybe he had already decided that he didn't want to live anymore."

Alistair said nothing.

Brald swallowed.

"His mother was blind."

A pause.

"And she is gone now."

Silence settled between them.

The river flowed nearby.

Its sound filled the space between their words.

Alistair looked toward the distant mountain.

Then at his own wound.

The pain was still there.

But now...

it meant something different.

He finally understood the sage's action.

Perhaps that was what made the situation so difficult.

A painful action could still carry compassion.

Alistair quietly spoke.

"Perhaps..."

Brald looked at him.

"The sage's lesson applies here too."

"What lesson?"

Alistair looked toward the river.

"Sometimes..."

He paused.

"There are things we cannot understand when they happen."

His hand rested over the bandage.

"Sometimes..."

"A wound is the only warning we are given."

Brald remained silent.

Alistair continued.

"And sometimes..."

"We understand its meaning only after the danger has passed."

Brald slowly lowered his head.

"Maybe."

That evening...

The villagers gathered together.

Malrik was given his final farewell.

No one threw stones.

No one cursed him.

No one called him a traitor.

They simply remembered him.

The man who had made mistakes.

The man who had betrayed them.

And the man who had ultimately chosen to stand beside them.

The fire rose into the evening sky.

Orange light reflected across the faces of the villagers.

Brald stood silently.

Alistair stood beside him.

Neither spoke.

The flames slowly became smaller.

Eventually...

everyone returned home.

Restart Village became quiet again.

The danger was gone.

The goblins were gone.

And for the first time in a long while...

the village could breathe peacefully.

Far away...

Inside Liza's cave...

Silence ruled the darkness.

For days...

Tiami had slept.

She had disappeared into the cave after the battle with Lazim...

and remained there after V defeated the robbers.

But tonight...

something changed.

Two tiny eyes slowly opened.

A soft sound escaped her throat.

"Kyuu..."

Tiami stretched her tiny body.

Her scales had become stronger.

Her wings had grown larger.

The shape of her body had changed.

She was no longer the newborn dragon who had first entered the world.

Something inside her had awakened.

She had evolved.

She was now...

a baby dragon.

Tiami looked around the cave.

For a moment...

she simply stared into the darkness.

Then she remembered someone.

V.

Her tiny wings moved.

She rose into the air.

And flew toward home.

Inside the White family's home...

V was already asleep.

Liza rested nearby.

Tia was sleeping peacefully in her own place.

The room was quiet.

Moonlight entered through the window.

Then—

A tiny shadow crossed the room.

Tiami landed softly.

She looked toward V.

Her eyes sparkled.

"Kyuu..."

She climbed onto the bed.

Then settled directly onto V's chest.

V shifted slightly.

His eyes slowly opened.

For a moment...

he simply stared.

Then his sleepy expression softened.

"Tiami..."

The little dragon looked at him.

"Kyuu..."

V smiled.

"I know."

Tia slowly woke up.

She rubbed her eyes.

Then looked toward V's bed.

"V?"

V turned toward her.

"Tia?"

Tia looked at the tiny dragon sitting on his chest.

"Tiami came back?"

V nodded.

"Yeah."

Tiami lifted her tiny head.

"Kyuu..."

Tia tilted her head.

"What did she say?"

V smiled.

"She said she's back."

Tia's eyes widened.

"She can say that?"

V chuckled softly.

"Not exactly."

Tiami looked at V again.

"Kyuu... Kyuu..."

V listened carefully.

His smile slowly grew.

"You missed me?"

"Kyuu."

Tia stared at them.

"How do you understand her?"

V looked at Tiami.

"Because I know her."

Tiami's little tail moved happily.

"Kyuu!"

V gently touched her head.

"And she's saying she missed you too."

Tia's expression brightened.

"Really?"

Tiami looked at Tia.

"Kyuu..."

Tia smiled.

"Welcome back, Tiami."

Tiami's wings fluttered slightly.

"Kyuu..."

V laughed quietly.

"She says she's happy to be home."

Tia climbed closer to the bed.

She gently touched Tiami's head.

"You're bigger now."

Tiami looked at her.

"Kyuu..."

Tia looked at V.

"What now?"

V smiled.

"She says she wants to sleep."

Tia giggled.

"Of course she does."

Tiami slowly curled herself against V's chest.

V gently placed one hand over her back.

Tia returned to her place.

Liza opened one eye.

She looked at Tiami...

then at V...

then at Tia.

A faint smile appeared on her face.

The room became quiet again.

Tiami closed her eyes.

"Kyuu..."

V's eyes slowly closed.

"I know."

He understood her without needing another word.

She was home.

She was safe.

And tonight...

she simply wanted to stay close to her family.

Tia quietly whispered,

"Good night, V."

V smiled.

"Good night, Tia."

Liza closed her eyes.

Tiami rested peacefully on V's chest.

"Kyuu..."

V gave one final sleepy smile.

"Good night, Tiami."

The room fell silent.

V slept peacefully.

Tiami slept on his chest.

Tia slept nearby.

And Liza rested beside them.

For the first time in several days...

the White family slept together in peace.

Outside...

the moonlight quietly crossed the forest.

The sacred river continued flowing beneath the night sky.

Restart Village slept peacefully.

But beyond the mountains...

someone was still walking.

The blind sage.

He walked silently through the darkness.

He could not see the road.

He could not see the mountains.

He could not see the village behind him.

Yet...

he continued forward without hesitation.

Never explaining.

Never speaking.

The wind moved gently through the trees.

The river flowed somewhere in the distance.

The sage stopped for a moment.

His head tilted slightly.

As if listening to something only he could hear.

Then...

he continued walking into the darkness.

Behind him...

Restart Village remained peaceful beneath the moonlight.

And on Alistair's shoulder...

the wound remained.

A small wound...

that had saved a life.

Perhaps...

some warnings are never spoken.

Some protection never looks like protection.

And sometimes...

the truth is only understood

after the danger has already passed.

The night grew quieter.

The mountains disappeared beneath the darkness.

And the first light of another morning waited somewhere beyond the horizon.

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