Chapter VI

As I walked through the village on the way back to Zane's house, I finally took the time to truly observe my surroundings. When I first arrived, I was too exhausted and overwhelmed to take in the details of the village. Now, with a clearer mind, I could appreciate the beauty and uniqueness of this place.

The village was nestled in a vast forest, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to touch the sky. The homes were built with timber, blending seamlessly into the natural landscape. The architecture was unlike anything I had seen before, with steeply pitched roofs and intricate woodwork that gave each house a storybook charm. The first image that came to mind was of cozy cottages with thatched roofs and blooming gardens, like something out of a fairy tale.

As I looked around, I noticed how the village was designed to coexist with nature. There were no harsh lines or modern materials; everything was organic and harmonious. Flowers and vines grew freely around the houses, and small paths meandered through lush gardens. The village seemed to be in perfect balance with the forest, as if it had grown naturally from the earth itself.

Zane's house stood out with its larger size and more elaborate design. It had the same timber construction as the other houses, but with additional features like a small tower and balconies adorned with potted plants. It was a two-story structure, with a warm, inviting feel. The windows were wide, allowing plenty of light to stream in, and the roof was steep and covered in wooden shingles.

Inside, the house was just as welcoming. The main room was spacious, with a large hearth at its center. The wooden walls were adorned with simple decorations, and the furniture was sturdy and well-crafted. Everything had a handmade quality to it, giving the house a personal and intimate atmosphere.

As I walked through the village, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. The villagers went about their daily tasks, some tending to their gardens while others chatted in small groups. Everyone seemed to know each other, and there was a strong sense of community.

In the distance, I could see the village square, where a few vendors had set up stalls selling fruits, vegetables, and other goods. The air was filled with the pleasant hum of conversation and the occasional laughter of children playing nearby. It was a stark contrast to the bustling, noisy cities I had known on Earth.

Returning to Zane's house, I felt a warmth in my chest that I hadn't experienced in a long time. This place, with its simplicity and closeness to nature, was starting to feel like a true home.

As we entered the house, Zane handed the fish to his sisters, who immediately began cleaning them. Some were salted and laid out to dry in the sun, while others were packed into clay pots for preservation. I wanted to help, but the girls insisted, "With Zane, we're used to taking care of everything."

Feeling slightly rejected but eager to contribute, I decided to take the fruits to Zane's mother, Isabella. I found her in the main room, stitching clothes. She looked up and smiled warmly as I entered.

"Oh, you're back already," she said. "How did you find the Eldergrove Forest? Do you like it here?"

I smiled back, feeling a genuine sense of belonging. "Yes, I feel good. I feel alive again."

Isabella's face softened. "I'm glad you're here. You can consider this place your home. The girls adore you, Zane enjoys your company, and I see you as another son. If you want to stay, you can. The village is ready to welcome you."

I felt a lump in my throat as her words sank in. "Thank you, Isabella. I'll do everything I can to help and use what I know to contribute."

Isabella's eyes twinkled. "You're welcome, my son."

My eyes began to well up with tears. In all my life, not even my own parents had ever called me their son with such warmth and sincerity. I tried to recall any memory, but not a single instance came to mind. Overcome with emotion, I started to cry, and Isabella enveloped me in a comforting embrace. Her touch was so gentle and warm that I cried even harder until I had no tears left.

After I composed myself, Isabella handed me some clothes. "These are for you. Zane's clothes don't really fit you. I made these from leftover fabric. You'll have to share a room with Zane, though, as we don't have any extra rooms."

I shook my head, grateful beyond words. "That's no problem. Thank you so much for welcoming me."

She gave me the clothes to try on, and they fit perfectly. When I asked her how they fit so well, she smiled and said, "It's a mother's instinct."

While the others were outside cleaning the fish, Isabella and I prepared dinner. I made a fruit salad from the fruits we had gathered, despite not knowing them well. Learning quickly, I managed to create a refreshing dish for everyone.

The family gathered around the table, eating with joy and laughter. I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, forgetting all my worries as I felt truly at home. With Isabella's approval and the acceptance of the entire family, I finally felt like I belonged.