The Sound that Creates Life

Sea of fire engulfs the town above the giant tank. Someone tries to incite the flame of war in this land once again. One thing that the Voltingen kingdom is really good at is not its military, or siege equipment. But their channel of intelligence.

Any minor inconvenience for the kingdom will be noted by the [Investigator] class, it is one of the two paths that someone can take when they choose the [Historian] initial class. It allows the wielder to tinker with someone else's past.

It is so sophisticated that the kingdom is really feared. Even their motto is 'Voltingen did not forget' will send shivers to its enemy.

Krilo looks at one of the fireballs. "Watch out!" He screams. Only Niva responds. The boy throws his body towards Lula. The small fireball drops at their previous standing place. Even with that size, it can reduce someone to ashes.

The compfreund did not smile. He looks at the place where they knocked the commandant down. He is gone.

Suddenly the wind breeze is halted by a loud stop. Inertia made the remaining buildings topple. Everyone loses their footings and is scattered in the small area. Niva and Lula have been knocked down by the wall they hit next to them. Meanwhile Krilo, Shervo, and Fergus suffer from minor injuries.

'Should I save them?' Krilo looks up his options and consequences. Freedom is the reward if he says no, but that is not a guarantee. There is something he still doesn't know about this companionship. He is not ready for this encounter.

Meanwhile, Shervo swiftly ran towards Lula. Krilo follows. He inserted both of his arms under Niva's armpit and began to pull the poor boy. In his right, Shervo places his position on top of the girl. Debris tens of kilograms behind them starting to fall on The Drake's back. She withstood the pain so that her companion wouldn't crumble.

Krilo's observation is halted when he sees one of the debris falling above Niva. He bends his back on top of his companion. Eyes closed. The sounds of crack made him unleash a voice rupturing scream.

'Endure! You must not lose to something like this Krilo. Remember why The Nature revives you the second time.' The heart tried to toughen his breaking body.

He continues to stand. Until he could only see the shadow that casted by the debris behind burying him alive. When finally, his furry chest finally touched Niva's.

'Why did I save him again? Is it because I … am one of him?' His soul filled with regret. 'Milo … Enna … Village elder … Mom … Dad.'

Suddenly, the light came back. Someone's arm is grabbing his. Fergus quickly takes him to safety and Shervo is getting rid of the debris near Niva. Krilo faintly sees Niva and Lula on top of Shervo's back. She ran to the edges of the city and plunged.

"Now now … Don't die on me." Fergus words echoing. They walked towards the direction where Shervo descended.

"You are a special compfreund after all, one of a kind." His ominous words are haunting.

"Grow strong! Carve your own path! You play a crucial role in upcoming battles. Shall we meet again when fate lends a hand."

Krilo closes his eyes.

***

"Once there is the darkness of void. A pitch black of nothingness. Then 'Nature', a speck of white floating on the void, exploded. Creating the almighty helios to contain the void. Her energy went into a cooldown."

"Her energy had risen for another millenia, the speck of white exploded again. Giving birth to galaxies. Another millenia, giving birth to planets. Then another millenia, giving births to small life forms. The speck of white then split itself and then plant its body and consciousness on to its creation."

"Terra gets red, blue, green, brown, and 'bzzzzt' essence from the speck's body. Red radiates Terra its heat. Green beautifies Terra with green leaves. Blue purifies Terra with the ocean, lakes, and rivers, and brown gives life to Terra's soil. Giving birth to various creatures including humans. Meanwhile 'bzzzzzt' gives Terra 'bzzzzt'"

There are some strange inaudible sentence.

"Her consciousness passed down to the creature in the form of souls and purpose. The soul makes us able to learn, read, walk, and interact on its body. Meanwhile the purposes …," the teacher stopped to think.

"It's … rather complicated." She took a deep breath before explaining the hard part. "So, when we hit 18. The Nature gives its purpose to all of us in the form of a system. It is essentially a transparent stone slate that its owner could read."

"The stone slate displays the soul health status and Class. The Class is the role in life that The Nature bestows to Its soul."

"The Nature gives her strength to the [Warrior] class, the hand to the [Mage] class, the feet to the [Ranger] class, the future to the [Premonition Holder] class …" The teacher explained all the classes without break. Her assistant writes the complete roster of them on the blackboard.

One of the students raises his hand. The explanation then stopped and she readied her ears.

"What is your class teacher?" The high voice adolescent boy asks curiously.

"Well, my class is [Bard]. The Nature has given her sound to me. The sound can strengthen and multiply the essence." Her hand grabs the silt from the bottle. The teacher stopped and hums. The hums alone make little Krilo focus in awe.

Then her voice sings. Brown Essence #1 Symphony: The Melody of Bountiful Soil. Every sound beside him immediately silenced. The stable pitch, coupled with the perfect intonation and phrasing. It is the voice of a goddess.

The sensation is akin to someone sitting on the mountain. Feeling the breeze of wind. It is refreshing to say the least. A flower began growing on the soil that she grasped. The power of life creation.

Everyone is giving thunderous claps. The Teacher then put her flower in the bottle. She walks over towards little Krilo's direction elegantly, gave him her flower and pat his head before going to the shining door.