Mage Legend-Chapter 1: Episode : The Post Station

The sun brings light,

but makes the night appear even darker,

it spreads warmth upon the earth,

but makes the cold winter even more unbearable.

However, every night,

there's still the moon hanging in the sky.

Brightly illuminating your eyes,

driving away the loneliness of the cold.

Moon Harbor City

The iron pearl of the north,

bearing the honor of the Pate God,

is the cradle of the bright moon.

White sails drift from afar,

having undergone the trials of the skies,

endured endless solitude and hardship,

under the moonlight,

they sail back to their home harbor.

----------A work of a clumsy bard.

Episode One Inn

Anriel Continent, Holy Pate Empire, North, Moon Harbor City, twenty kilometers east. Noon.

The sun is a generous presence, never stingy in spreading its light and warmth to the earth, even though it is already autumn.

Beside the road next to an inn, a few lazy donkeys are lying in the grass drinking water, occasionally a breeze passes, making the bells on their necks ring lightly.

A boy holds a handful of black beans in his hands, secretly throwing them into the donkeys' feed troughs. He stirs them with his hand, hiding the black beans with the leftover fodder, saying to the little donkey: "You must eat well and grow big quickly."

This is just an ordinary inn on a common trade route in the Holy Pate Empire. Usually, the innkeeper would plant melons and fruits in their own field at the back, carefully tending to them; then put a few sheep on the hillside, and raise chickens and pigs in pens; every time guests arrive, the bells tied to the door frame would ring merrily. He would then dash from the field into the main hall, enthusiastically selling the fruits and vegetables he planted, homemade fruit wine, and fragrant roasted meat to the resting travelers.

Their hope is to meet a generous traveler who would tip handsomely, so they can send their child to study at the temple's institution—where they can not only learn to read and write but also acquire the necessary knowledge to become a priest, thus making a name for themselves.

However, the matter of attending school is still early, the little boy at home is only seven. For now, it's the age to roam carefree in the fields, enjoying a time filled with curiosity about everything in the world.

In this inn, the little boy has seen many travelers, some he can't remember, while others are etched in his memory. He has heard from his parents about the long ears of the elves and the dwarves' bushy beards. But back then he was too young, and only left with vague impressions.

But the child leaning by the well believes that the man sitting under the big tree is someone he has never seen before.

That maple tree was planted when his father's father was born and has now grown into a giant red umbrella, making it the boy's favorite place to play under the autumn sun. He often hangs on the sturdy branches, swaying as he watches the road stretching into the distance.

Now, on the large stone slab under the tree, sits a man wearing a Black Purple Robe, the wide clothing almost covering every inch of his skin, with only his hands sticking out of the sleeves. One hand slowly flipping a large book on his knee, the other holding a long quill pen, writing and drawing on the paper.

The boy curiously stared at the mysterious man's robe, embroidered with waves and planet patterns. As he moved, those patterns seemed to come to life, changing designs. The child curiously walked up beside him.

"Uncle, your clothes are so interesting!"

The man in the black robe looked at the small boy sitting next to him, "Interesting, is it?"

The boy then noticed the man's appearance. He was very disappointed to find that the man's face was unremarkable, just an ordinary human. The only thing that surprised him was that the eyes of the man in the black robe seemed to have tiny starlight twinkling in his dark pupils, as if he had stolen the stars from the night sky and hid them in his eyes.

"Uncle, my name is Sos, what's yours?" The boy sat on the large stone slab next to the man in the black robe.

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"My name is Lynch. Little guy, don't call me uncle, I'm not that old. You can call me by my name or call me brother," the man in the black robe closed his book, smiling as he spoke to Sos.

"Okay! Brother Lynch, are you a bard? Have you been to a lot of places?" The little boy had always been curious about what the person in front of him did. He wasn't wearing any armor, not even carrying a weapon, nor did he bear any Holy Emblem of the temple—since early on, the boy's father had been telling Sos stories of the various temples, explaining the meanings represented by different Holy Emblems.