Night Wolf 's Dream

The Guidance of the Oracle's Devotees

Liza rose to make her way back to the village, but suddenly realized her clothes were tattered from her uncontrollable transformation, and she had no spare garments to change into. Her fresh face showed a hint of concern as she pondered her predicament, standing atop the mountain with her hand supporting her head, devising a plan.

At that moment, a handsome man with a touch of childlike innocence appeared, dressed in loose garments made of linen and wearing boots made from fox fur. Liza looked at him and recognized this man. His name was Galvin, the son of the blacksmith next door, who had been by her side since her childhood when she was sent here, caring for her as an elder brother would.

"Liza, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me, brother."

Galvin's face softened further upon finding Liza. As he approached and saw her exposed tender skin through the torn clothes, the patchy bloodstains resembling buds about to bloom, contrasting with her skin and making it appear even more delicate, his gaze deepened, his heart stirred with growing intensity, emotions hidden in the depths of his eyes. He stopped, standing three paces away from Liza, handed her the clothes, his eyes constantly averting as if evading something, "Here are your clothes, put them on quickly. The morning isn't that warm; be careful not to catch a cold. My father has prepared food, and once you're ready, come to my house for a meal." Liza smiled as she accepted the clothes, which smelled fresh, likely washed with care. She dressed leisurely and then returned to the village with Galvin.

As they approached the village, Liza watched the stream meander through, sunlight filtering through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestones. Liza walked forward, skipping at times, humming a song taught by her mother, playing with a strand of hair by her ear. Galvin silently followed, his eyes on Liza, a smile unconsciously appearing on his face, though his tone remained stern to ensure her safety and prevent her from falling. Upon entering the village, they saw an elderly woman walking briskly towards them, "Auntie Ivan, please walk slowly." Liza went forward to support the woman, "Uncle Galin and I are very worried about you. If such a loss of control occurs again, place your clothes in this magical stone first," Auntie Ivan said, hanging a purple crystal around Liza's neck, "it will be somewhat prepared." Liza frowned, about to ask the origin, but Auntie Ivan spoke first, "This was bought from the magical merchant who came to town today. Our town has dealings with her, and there will be no danger." Liza had no choice but to thank Auntie Ivan and head to Galvin's house for a meal, while Auntie Ivan continued to her fruit stall.

Galvin's father, Galin, was a true craftsman, excelling in the making of armor, weapons, and protective gear. It is said that when the village was first established, Galin had forged armor for the wolf clan captain who came to protect the village, earning praise. At the dinner table, Galin inquired about Liza's health, to which she responded one by one. Gal sat beside, occasionally interjecting with a joke or two, livening the atmosphere. As breakfast neared its end, Galin, having drunk some wine, spoke to Liza in a slightly intoxicated state, "Child, in all these years, I have come to know you as a smart and well-behaved child. No matter what you become, we all still love you." Liza listened to Galin's words, recalling how she had been cared for by the villagers since childhood, receiving all the good things they had. Galin continued, "I believe my craft, Galvin has learned most of it, but he can also be considered an outstanding craftsman, capable of earning money to support a family." Galvin's eyes shone with anticipation, looking at the person in front of him. Liza understood what Galin was about to say, "Uncle Galin," Liza said more seriously, "I will work hard to help brother Galvin, please rest assured." Hearing this, Galin had no intention of continuing the conversation, just calmly looked at Galvin, said a few more words to Liza about safety, and then began the day's work. A moment of disappointment flashed in Galvin's eyes, then he returned to his usual gentle demeanor. Liza also took the opportunity to rest and went home.

Back home, Liza lay on her bed and dozed off, dreaming again of the events of last night, then the scene of the Moon Clan fighting with other tribes. She stood behind her mother, genuinely terrified. The scene then changed to her being transported to the village, surrounded by people asking about the condition of the wolf clan, Liza at a loss. At this time, a boy of similar age took her hand and stood by her side, accompanying her...

The dream woke, Liza opened her eyes, propped herself up on the pillow with her hand, and found a wet patch on the pillow, then touched her face, confirming she had cried, realizing why her heart felt so heavy. She looked out the window, it was already night, only the light at the entrance of the inn opposite was still on, the soft light bringing Liza a trace of comfort. She decided to go out for a walk, the summer night not too stuffy, Liza walked on the road, watching fireflies circling in the air, her mood also becoming more relaxed. Gradually, Liza arrived at the place where she was transported, a wolf clan ruin, standing at the edge of the village, a transmission entrance set by the wolf clan to protect their people, surrounded by ancient totems and mysterious runes, and the stone tablet in the center formed a sacred and inviolable feeling, as if narrating the glory of the wolf clan in the past. Liza fell into confusion, not knowing how to choose, where to go, looking at the starlight mark in her hand fell into deep thought.

At this moment, three figures in cloaks with blurred faces appeared in front of Liza, one holding a book, one holding a scepter, and the other holding a mirror, looking particularly solemn. Liza was somewhat surprised to face the three people who appeared out of nowhere, and the one in the middle began to speak, "We are the messengers of the true word, the Moon Goddess has issued an oracle, let us guide you out of the maze." The eyes under the messenger's cloak emitted a light like the eyes of the Moon Goddess, Liza was a bit nervous, facing the messenger's eyes, she could not say a word of prevarication, and had to ask about the Moon Clan, "Is the Moon Clan very powerful? Why is there a transmission array left in this remote village?" Liza asked many questions, the messenger said slowly, "Since a long time ago, the world has been divided into three continents, Avalon, Nifelheim, and Edenfall, and we live on the continent of Avalon." Liza was shocked, there were other continents beyond the world she knew, the messenger continued, "Avalon is a place full of magic and ancient legends, with eternal youth and endless treasures. The Moon Clan was one of the tribes that shone on this continent for a time, and its reputation even spread to the continent of Edenfall, a place full of curses and disasters. Your father, the leader of the wolf clan, Wolfgard, like the first wolf king of the Moon Clan, was extremely brave and made great achievements, guarding the safety of the tribe; and your mother, the favored one of the goddess, the moon spirit apostle Istar, her mission was to spread the goddess's oracle, but her ability was coveted, and a force made the contradictions between the tribes intensify, slowly..." The messenger no longer said, Liza also understood the following things, so she said to the messenger, "Where should I go?"

"Do you not ask some other questions?"

Liza looked at the messenger's eyes firmly, "I know this road will not be easy, but I also know that this is the road I must take. The villagers of the small town have given me more love and support. They will also believe in me, believe that I can find my own way, bring hope to the Moon Clan, bring new hope to the small town, bring hope to me!"

The messenger was not surprised by such an answer, they stood in the center of the wolf clan site, surrounded Liza. They closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and synchronized with the energy of the earth, sky, and stars.

The messenger holding the book, the spokesperson for wisdom, whispered: "Arcadia, the source of knowledge, reveal the hidden path."

The messenger holding the scepter, the spokesperson for power, said firmly: "Titan, the guardian of the earth, give the map an unbreakable power.

The messenger holding the mirror, the spokesperson for insight, said softly and deeply: "Odin, the father of all gods, with your all-seeing eye, illuminate the unknown field."

The voices of the three messengers gradually merged,