Aiyla

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He was out of breath. He left the basket on his back on the porch. Some time ago he got a job on the biggest farm in town. One night while he was sitting in the tavern, the overseer of the farm came to him and said that he had taken a job as the gardener's assistant. Kasai was taken aback by this, thinking that the universe had a funny sense of humor. When you were not looking for something, it was coming to you. Later, he learned from the man he was working with that he got into the business with the advice of the shaman.

He knocked gently on the wooden door twice. A pair of gray eyes greeted him. "I brought the vegetables the lady wanted." he said, pointing to the basket.

"B-but they're too heavy. I'll bring them to the kitchen if you want."

The young woman shook her head. Kasai had realized that he had been very weak since he had started working for the gardener. He took a breather after placing the basket on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you." said the young woman, tossing her blond hair back.

"Your welcome." she muttered.

"What was your name?" said the woman with some embarrassment.

"Kasai."

"Are you that foreigner they were talking about?"

"Yeah." said the Kasai. He was a stranger to any place.

"Aila." she replied. then she extended his hand. Kasai shook her hand, worried about his sweaty hands. Her hands were soft. They smiled as they awkwardly parted their hands. Aiyla escorted Kasai to the door.

"Can I ask something?"

"Of course."

"Are you also a candidate for shaman? Kam usually sends candidates for shamans here."

"No. I am not." said Kasai, smiling.

"I see. You know, the shaman told my parents when I was little I also had magic, although it wasn't very intense." she then shook her head as if she regretted what she had said. "I'm sorry to bore you too. I'm alone in this cottage all year. I'm waiting for summer all year, waiting for the lady and kids to arrive. That's why i talked to much when I see someone to talk to. Fortunately, the ladies and kids are coming this weekend." she said, with a smile.

"You didn't bore me, Ms. Aiyla. Nice to meet you. But I have to go now. I hope we meet again." He was serious when he said that.

Kasai was thinking of Aiyla as she walked through the garden. He sighed, she was so beautiful. With her gray eyes, long blond hair, tiny nose and pale skin, she looked like the fairies in the stories hee listened to in the tavern at night.

He thought that everyone who had a particle was trained by shamans. I wonder what Aiyla's power was? Was he not training because her power was as useless as his own? Or was it a worse curse? No, it couldn't be a curse. If it was a curse she wouldn't be talking about it.

The rays of the sun hit the empty space in front of the cottage through the branches of tall trees. As he breathed, he could feel the pure fresh air filling his lungs and bewilderment.

Spring water flowed through a grove near the cottage. Its location was immediately apparent from the sound it made. It was clear clean water. He drank with his palms full; It was sweet and cold. He kept his hands in the water for a while.

Started to go downhill. On both sides of the road, trees rose as far as the eye could see. tree trunks of different colors that are fading, big branches mingling with each other, leaves that cover his head like a tunnel. On the ground were small grasses and grasses that had grown, absorbing even the faint light. where the sun never hit, the surface of the stones was completely covered with moss. the air seemed to be dyed a dark green. A cool wind swept away at the back of his neck, and he had goosebumps.

His job for the day was over. He was walking towards the inn where he was staying. He knew he had to thank the shaman at some point. There was something else he was curious about. Could the shaman train him? Was his power completely useless? Then he thought of aiyla. He involuntarily licked his lips, a small smile forming on his face. Who knows, maybe he would stay here for a long time and have a real life, as the shaman hoped. His luck had gone well so far.

The townspeople had approached him as a lost man with amnesia and had helped him.

When he arrived at the inn, he had a simple dinner. Then he went out. The sun would soon give way to the moon and stars. most of the time the stars looked carelessly interspersed. It was as if he were close enough to touch if he reached out his hand. Of course, it was a beautiful sight that took your breath away. but they were not only beautiful, they also looked alive. It was as if they were a universe within the universe, each one of them.

In the darkness of the steppe, the stars looked very beautiful. They were millions of kilometers away. It felt like a blessing to Kasai to be able to observe them. Imagine you are on earth, it is pitch dark around, but there are a lot of little glowing things in the sky. What description can explain this? At those moments, he wondered how many people were witnessing this visual feast at the same time as me. silence, a coolness that does not feel cold, the smell of mimosa, the music of crickets and imagination. He felt as if the whole world was at his feet.

At such moments, the thoughts that had plagued his mind all day were fading away, and he wanted to thank his curse for giving him the chance to see various skyscapes, even if he would never remember.