Chapter 2: PROLOGUE

“... such is the story of Hero Anilda. After defeating the source of evil, or what is commonly referred to as the Dark Witch, from the bottom of her heart she wanted to turn the land of darkness into a place full of hope. Armed only with faith, the hero wants to bring about change. Becoming a Hero who not only fights against evil but also brings about the future…”

Taking a deep breath, a mother gently stroked the hair of her daughter who was sitting on her lap, before returning to reading the storybook she was holding.

“...and so on the legend was passed on, from generation to generation in memory of the Hero's services. Do you know, Amy, the Victory Dawn Monument? That is proof of her eternal struggle. By placing it in the City of Hope, children can live with a smile. No longer need to be afraid of falling in the dark. And mom heard that there were also rumors that it was in that city that the hero was buried. Because there is evidence in the form of a stone peg which is said to be her tombstone. As of the Victory Stone Stake Site, some sources say that it is the Hero's tomb, although the truth is still unsolved, it is where one can perpetuate memory. Praying for salvation..."

After epically the mother told the story of the Hero Anilda and the Dark Witch to her daughter, while looking at her daughter from the side, the mother asked her daughter's opinion who had been looking so enthusiastic listening to the book being read.

"The story ends here, Amy. The end... Well, what do you think, Amy, of the story that mom read?"

“Uhm!... That's very good, mom. Amy, Amy wants to be a hero too, who can travel the world to eradicate crime. Board the big ship, and go around saving people!”

"Oh really? That's good. Then, surely mom will be the first person Amy saves if mom gets caught by the bad guys, right?”

"Of course, Amy will fight with all my might to free mom from the clutches of evil if that happens."

While excitedly clenching fists as her innocent face smiled happily, Amy who was only five years old, was too excited when she heard Hero Anilda's heroic tales. Amy even got carried away with what her mother had just told her.

'Awesome', was the impression Amy got of how the story was told. Especially in the part where Hero Anilda circumnavigates the continents and sails the oceans, her mother recounts the details of the places, as if the scenery itself is being displayed before her eyes. The tone is also made full of emotion so that the appreciation of the story can reach the heart.

That was indeed the way Amy's mother told bedtime stories to her daughter. Even though there are a series of phrases that should be difficult for children of her age to understand, Amy, who is used to her mother's storytelling style, has no problem understanding what the story is about. In fact, according to Amy, it is the series of phrases that make the story feel fun to listen to, so that at any time, Amy will never get tired of listening.

Amy is also said to be a smart child. Like her mother, her thought processes are so easily intertwined. String together the words she gets, and quickly arranging them to fit her understanding. Her intelligence may be derived from her mother. But the fact that her mother, who was never absent, told bedtime stories since Amy was two years old, might also have triggered her intelligence.

Legendary histories, high fantasy themes, or dramas that were turned into books, Amy was so used to hearing them. Even though it has a heavy plot and a complicated language style, Amy can conclude it so easily.

Just like when her mother finished telling her the story of the Hero Anilda and the Dark Witch, as usual, Amy also harbored curiosity. As if something was wrong, her mind was covered with anxiety. Maybe that's how it is, the way her mother guides what her daughter thinks. That's why, every time the book closes the story, her mother will always ask for opinions that might hang in her mind.

Then Amy can freely ask.

“But mom… Amy is curious, is the world that big? You see, mom said that it would take months to cross just one ocean. Why does it take so long to cross one ocean? If so, mom, how many seas make up this world?”

And her mother, who had a great thought, could only pause for a moment, smiling warmly, before thinking of a proper answer.

“Mhm-mhm,...Amy is indeed a smart mom's daughter, it's nice when Amy asks. Let mom think, mhm,..let's see Amy's house. This is roughly the size of Amy's house, located in a city, which is a hundred times the size of Amy's house. Then this city is in a country, and the size of the country is a hundred times the size of the previous city. And this country occupies the plains of the earth, and the total area of the plains of this earth is also a hundred times the area of that country. And Amy knows, the ratio of land to sea area is one to three. In other words, the ocean is three times the size of the land, or you could say three million times the size of Amy's house. How did Amy understand? Well, that's just a rough estimate. For sure the world is very wide, Amy. So, when Amy grows up, take the time to travel the world. See for yourself how big the world is. I'm sure Amy will discover a lot of new things, and of course, Amy will also be surprised by those new things. Like Anilda's Hero adventures, Amy can also create her own story. Let's see, maybe it's good to be 'Amy's Great Travel Story', you see? Great, isn't it?” Smiling gently, the mother stroked Amy's head lovingly.

"...Is that true? Amy can make a book by herself?” Turning to look at her mother, Amy enthusiastically replied to her mother's suggestion.

"Of course. Mom will also make sure that mom is the first person to read the story of Amy, my beloved daughter."

“Ehh,…is that so? Amy gets a little embarrassed when mom reads Amy's story…Ehehehe..”

Hearing her daughter's innocent answer, the mother could only stare silently, wearing a smile full of affection, to hide her gloomy face.

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'...Is hope that it can come true?’ That's how the mother's heart spoke when her mouth couldn't get a word out.

Amy just didn't know, despite how many stories she had heard from her mother. There is still one restless story, which Amy has never heard of, which is still hidden in the pain in her mother's heart. Only that one story, the story her mother will always keep. One thing that will remain a secret story for her daughter, no matter how much Amy grows up later.

"Okay, want to continue the story again? Just tell Amy, and later I'll read another great story to Amy."

Distracted, the mother could only offer one more story to tell before lulling her daughter into a deep sleep.

“Really?!....Uhm,...then...”

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Last year's night must be very cold. Especially if with a blizzard that continues to dance in the air.

But for some reason, in a certain house, which is visible through the red window, there is a warm aura that continues to radiate.

With happy smiles continuously spreading, the cold air would seem to turn into warmth for anyone who could see that scene.

Though that might just be due to the continuously burning fireplace. Or maybe it's because of the thick walls that will always coat the surrounding air. But one thing is certain, the atmosphere seen from behind the window is so warm as if this winter has never passed.

Sure enough, in the middle of a silent night, even though a blizzard was attacking several areas of the northern continent. Amy didn't care. Amy has been immersed in the warmth of her mother's story. The softness of the spoken words, felt as if a warm light was radiating from her heart.

A big smile when playing laughter, and tears of sorrow when the sad part is swept away. With occasional pats, that warmth had faintly but surely flowed into her heart.

In this way, the cold can slowly be forgotten, but it also seems to bring a sense of drowsiness that makes Amy's head down.

In the nuances of her mother's fantasy, Amy's vision slowly blurred and without realizing it she had been carried away by a dream.

"And then the princess said,... Oh, are you asleep yet?" The mother's warm smile radiated with concern after seeing her daughter's sweet sleeping face.

“…..Good night, Amy……”

Her mother gently tucked Amy into bed, before continuing to say her hardest phrase, “…and sorry, Amy. I may not always be with you.”

After those words were heavily spoken, the mother could only stare out the window, which was covered only by the streaks of falling snow.

No one could tell what was on her mind at the moment.

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