Elchon Village 2.1

Tyrgom continent, western forest, morning time.

One week later, the air of festivity had long faded away. Instead, an air of grief lingered over the village. The baby had still to open his eyes. He looked fine on the outside, still...

In the same hut from before, the baby, the mother, and an elder human with a white robe were chatting. "I'm sorry, I can't tell what is wrong with him. His mana flow is the only thing that could possibly be the cause of it, but then there is the..."

The mother held the baby in her arms. "You're my last hope, Sage. But if you bring up that lie as an explanation, you're no better than a fool." The human Sage sighed and sat on the chair behind him.

"Then I'll tell you what the second-best explanation is. Your son's soul has yet to control the body, or worst, it's a soul that can't control this body." The mother's eyes swayed with disbelief. "I believe that... his soul is weak. I will give you some advice, from what I learned from my life experience. Go to the capital and ask the temple for a cleansing ritual. If even that doesn't work, then it's a hopeless case."

The mother sneered. "The temple you say? The same temple that hunted and enslaved elfs for centuries, with the excuse that they were just following the will of their god? I think not." The Sage got up. "Up to you. I think it's better than doing nothing."

The mother fell into a rage. "Nothing!? I have been doing everything I can possibly imagine to cure my son! You dare say that I'm doing nothing!" She walks to the door and with a loud bang, she opens it. "You may leave. You're not welcome in this village anymore, fool." The Sage sighed heavily and bidding farewell, he left.

The father came in after the Sage left. "Arche, if even the Sage says that the temple..." When their eyes met, he shut his mouth. "Andro, close the door first. We need to talk." He nodded and sat on the chair the Sage once was.