"I woke up in a lush apple orchard." Saint Xalia used this sentence as the beginning of her limited memory of the past, narrating infinite recollections: "It felt like a long dream. After waking up from the dream,
There are still some lost lakes that cannot be integrated into this world. It was midsummer at that time..."
It was midsummer, and the orchard was green, and the apple branches were covered with white flowers, exuding a slightly drunken heat. The sun was bright, and the low-hanging leaves were as transparent as a patient who had lost a lot of blood, and you could clearly see
There are veins like blood vessels below. It must be a very remote countryside, so the girl is alone wandering in the cool shade of the apple tree, aimlessly and in a daze, like a ghost from the past returning to the world, but she can't see anything.
A familiar scene.
Memories are neither faded nor dim, but have never existed.
The road from the apple orchard to the outside world is blocked by the dense forest, and only a remote path is opened every autumn. At that time, the beasts hide in their lairs, the vines no longer climb up the stone slabs unscrupulously, and the girl steps on the ground covered with gold.
Yellow dead leaves go to the outside world to find familiar things.
She went there ten times in total, but returned without success the first nine times. She only sold a dozen ripe apples to villagers living nearby in exchange for food and water, even though she did not need those things to sustain her life. The villagers
They were surprised that such a beautiful girl came out of the depths of the forest. What was even more surprising was that no one had ever seen the mysterious apple orchard she mentioned.
In order to find out, hunters from several villages organized teams and searched in the direction mentioned by the girl. When they were hungry, they ate the berries in the bushes, and when they were thirsty, they drank the dew on the flowers and leaves. They walked like this for seven days and nights, but still found nothing.
Once he could find the location of the apple orchard, he was forced to give up and return the same way.
So for the tenth time, when the girl went to those villages to sell apples, the villagers refused to let her in, calling her a "liar", a "witch who seduces people's hearts" and a "Moryya who doesn't tell the truth".
The girl did not argue for herself, but used those apples to buy a newborn lamb from the only villager who did not discriminate against her, and then turned around and left.
No one will remember the departure of this girl, just like no one remembers that she has ever been here. The human village lags behind in the monotonous work day after day. Only when the apples ripen every year does it seem to come alive, but then
The young girl will no longer repeat the lonely behavior of the past, seeing this as her only way to connect with the outside world. She is completely immersed in her own world, forgetting the passage of time, and not noticing that the fallen leaves on the ground are getting thicker and thicker.
, in the end it was too heavy to accommodate any little bug living underneath.
The increasingly lush trees blocked the pale sunlight, causing the forest to become dark. Gloomy moss covered the exposed stones, spider webs clung to the corners, and dying vines hung down from the branches. During that time, people escaped from the apple orchard.
One hundred and twenty-eight lizards, 372 butterflies, 15,600 ants, and a rabbit that accidentally broke in and died on the tree trunk. Before it died, its fur became dull and was destroyed by Sheng Xia.
Liya buried it with her own hands.
The girl did not realize that everything around her was guided by the years, using some kind of mysterious magic outside of language, suggesting that she should leave here and embark on a new journey. She lived silently in these bizarre scenes, using apples to
He used the juice and the tenderest grass leaves to raise the lamb to an age that could accompany her on long journeys. It was only then that he suddenly discovered that the tallest apple tree in the apple orchard had died, and the withered branches were branching and stretching.
The dried blood vessels become more complex.
A rabbit once ran into this tree and died in a panic. At that time, St. Shalia buried it with her own hands. It was not known what terrible thing it was fleeing from, so that it showed such a panic. This past event will be like this.
A bolt of lightning broke through all the chaos since the girl woke up, causing her to come back to her senses in a state of confusion and confusion, and realize her mission.
"Let's go, little sheep." She said to her only companion: "Go find the apple."
Whether you are drifting away from the world or forgotten in your heart, you will eventually return to the right track of destiny.
"Later, I met a Morya tribe in a country called Thorud. The oldest and wisest wizard among them, who was also a master of divination who was deeply respected by the tribe, told me that everything in the world is prosperous.
Withered scenes and illusions of life and death are all revelations given to humans by fate. Sometimes they appear in dreams, called dream revelations; sometimes they appear in prophecies, called apocalypses. Apple orchards, white flowers and withered apple trees,
It's just the illusions you see in those revelations that really make you understand what you want-"
She slowly pressed her hands on her beautiful breasts, imitating the old wizard's profound tone, and said to Ringer: "It's your heart."
Linge was slightly silent after hearing the story. He finally understood why Saint Xalia kept emphasizing to him, "Believe in your heart." This was not only what she heard from the Morya wizards, but perhaps also
Thoughts confirmed by personal experience.
He deliberately avoided the topic and asked: "What happened next?"
"Later, I wandered with those Moryas." A look of nostalgia and reminiscence appeared on the girl's face: "They said they were going back home, so they never stopped; and although I knew I was going to find the golden apple,
and the other girls, Queen, but didn’t know where to go, so they decided to temporarily join their team.”
Ringer was slightly puzzled: "Returning home?"
The literal meaning is to return to the hometown, right? But where is the hometown of the Moryas? Young people have never heard this statement. Of course, it may also be because the mainstream society knows too little about this mysterious ethnic minority and they are closed internally.
, has its own cultural system, and it is difficult for outsiders to integrate into it.
"Yes." St. Xalia nodded slightly and explained: "The ancient legend of the Morya people believes that they do not belong to this world. They are on the other side further than the sea, on the horizon higher than the clouds.
Located in their true hometown, it is like a sacred palace on the edge of a majestic mountain range, or a tall tower reaching into the sky in the center of the endless desert. Different tribes have different names for it: World Tree, Tower of Babel, Love Paradise, Senluo Da.
Temple... But the only common and constant name is hometown. In order to return to their longed-for hometown, they would rather wander in the countryside outside the city and be looked at with alien eyes. Even during many national wars and
Even if you become an innocent victim of religious persecution, you will not change your wish or belief."
The road back home.
The young man's mood was a little complicated for a while.
He does not discriminate against this ancient nation like many people do, but he has no interest in their history and culture. At most, he knows that the Morya people's astrology is quite mysterious and they have left many famous prophetic books. This is also
Most people's impression of them. But this impression has become a fatal weakness after the promulgation of the Convention on Truth and Civilization Initiative. The hazy veil of mystery in the past was torn off and labeled as "superstitious" and "anti-science"
, and those who already look down on the Moliya nation can naturally use this banner to threaten and persecute them more legitimately.
After communicating with Rochelle, he already knew that the Convention on Truth and Civilization Initiative was just a barrier erected by the religious orders to cover up the existence of the mysterious world and prevent mortals from contacting extraordinary powers. From this point of view, the astrology of the Moryas
The book of prophecy may indeed have its own uniqueness. After all, not everyone is qualified to guide a young girl who symbolizes the law of destiny.
"I learned a lot during the days when I wandered with the Morya people. The old wizard who was said to be 251 years old taught me astronomy, astrology, runes and herbalism, as well as magic.
He has common knowledge about medicine, magic, pathways and sequences, etc. His profound knowledge is perhaps the only one among the mortals I have ever seen."
Saint Xalia caressed the soft hair of the lamb, and as she spoke, a dark look flashed across her eyes: "He thinks that I am very talented and may be able to become a great witch and inherit the will of the King of Elves, so he hopes that I can...
After his death, he took over his sacrificial staff and became the new leader of the tribe, leading the tribesmen to continue wandering until they found the hometown they saw in their dreams."
She still remembers the appearance of the old wizard to this day, and recalls that she learned from him how to use a transparent crystal ball to observe the direction of the stars in a pile of debris filled with the decaying smell of time. He was already half dead at that time.
The body was stooped, the face was withered, and he was wrapped in a tattered black cloak. When he raised his head, his eyes were shrouded in mist. When he opened his mouth, his rotten teeth seemed to have been corroded by venom. When he spoke, his voice was like a broken bellows.
It is riddled with holes, and the cloak that lifts up when you open your hand looks like a giant bat... It is completely in line with ordinary people's imagination of "evil, weird and terrifying" wizards. There are even many young people and children in the tribe,
I dare not approach him, for fear of offending the great witch and losing his mind and becoming a puppet.
Only girls who follow him know what a wise and generous heart is hidden under that weird and weird image, and what a kind and kind elder walks in the black cloak stained with old dust. He almost puts his own
He has dedicated his whole life to this tribe. Without his protection, these tribesmen would have died in a landslide, an earthquake or a overnight flood while wandering.
But.
"But I finally rejected him." The girl's movements of stroking the wool gradually stopped, and she whispered: "One reason is that I feel that I am not a Morya and am not qualified to lead his tribe; the other reason is that