The cave in the mountains

After a day full of meditation Aragon opened his eyes. He was told to drink and he did. He wondered what was that it made him almost lose consciousness if not for his grandma.

"Grandma, What was that you gave me.? As soon as I drank that, it felt like my body was on like intense fire."

"You have done well,"

"I will prepare a library here, so you should come here daily and read for a couple of hours daily."

"I will tell you, about all of these. So focus on what I tell you." She said to Aragon who was amazed after hearing her.

He was still confused about why she brought him here and made him drink that. But still, he listened to her as always.

Freja, initially wanted her grandson to have a peaceful life in the village. Though, he showed interest in the things which she didn't want him to. With his constant pleading, she just decided to train him herself.

Then she raised her hand, and with a sudden burst of wind, from her ring, a few wooden shelves containing books were placed on the cave walls. The were a lot of books.

She wanted him to learn and to be able to write. It was more important for one to have knowledge about reading and writing.

Aragon who saw all of this happening was dumbstruck and tugged his grandma's robe, "WOW! Grandma, how did you do that? Where did these all come from? So awesome!"

His eyes literally sparkled with excitement. He was continuously pulling her robe while asking her. For him, this was like a wonder.

Freja was looking at him like he was different from the boy before.

She lifted him and held him in her hands. "Did you like it,"

He nodded with a smile on his face. Seeing his smile at her like that, Freja felt her heart warm. All these years, he never smiled often. He stayed with a dull expression.

"Promise me that you will read all these books. You are going to be busy from now on. Train and reading, that's all you have to do."

"I will." He hugged her feeling very happy that she was doing everything for him.

"Ohoho!" she laughed, hugging him.

***

Five years passed.

Now Aragon was sitting in the cave reading books. Freja has constructed a room for the books and a room for taking a rest.

Aragon was now grown up a little. His black hair had reached his shoulders, which he tied into a ponytail. His face still had traces of his five-year-old self. He has completed reading half of the books in that library. He spent the time during the day for training and at night reading.

Outside the cave, the sun was about to emerge declaring its rise. The birds flew in groups making sounds as they were happily flying.

The blooming flowers on the mountain emitted colorful radiance.

Aragon stepped out of the cave, stretching his hands upwards.

Haa! He yawned.

He walked down the mountain. He entered the village and reached his home.

"I'm home."