"Handsome boys, isn't your fight over yet?"
Alyon was speaking while half-yawning from where he sprawled like a five-penny pretzel; while looking at the two children who had battered each other considerably, there was only an expression of being bored in his eyes.
"Anyway, you fight a little more, let's see!"
The grey-haired orc was too lazy to deal with the two children; what he didn't know was that his friend was currently struggling with three brats, each more troublesome than the other.
"Look here, my patience is slowly starting to run out; now you will stop shouting and speak properly, and I will listen."
When the female orc came down hard, silence began to reign in the environment; the children speaking all at once fell silent, and the silence longed for for a long time was formed.
"You start first!"
Nafız gave her signal to the childhood version of her human form to speak.
"I am the oldest here; naturally, this place should belong to me!"
Human Nafız's argument was quite logical; judging by seniority, this place really belonged to her, but the orc one was fidgeting right now as if she would say something.
"Speak up, let's see!"
"Yes, she existed in the past, but she should have been dead long ago; I am the new owner, and I don't want anyone here!"
As soon as the tiny orc completed her words, a shrill laugh rose from the side furnished with strange furniture; Mora's childhood was laughing slyly.
"Do you have something to say, little lady?"
"Of course I do; power is everything in this world, and I am the strongest person here. How can I be ignored by an evaluation where only time is in question? Now, bow down, or I will throw you out of here by force!"
Nafız was at a loss for what to do as of that moment; there were shares of truth in the words of all three children she listened to.
"Possessing this much proof is not enough for us to determine the owner; continue talking in exactly this way, let's see!"
The female orc, who wanted to make her decision after a thorough thinking process, decided to prolong the process a little more; meanwhile, Ainle was consoling his childhood crying with hiccups.
"Don't be sad, little one; your father and brother will definitely return!"
While the young druid spoke with cliché words, he himself didn't believe what he said; actually, how could he expect this from his own childhood while even he didn't believe it?
"Don't lie, uncle; no one who went out of the shield has returned to this day. My father and brother will die; I won't be able to see them again!"
Ainle knew these quite well because that's exactly what he thought while looking behind his family members back then. The memories he sealed in his subconscious had started to come to light slowly; he was living the event simultaneously with the small child.
"Your father and brother set out to protect your lands; don't you think it's worth it? Is their striving for such a noble cause something to cry about?"
The small child's crying would stop; after sniffing his nose filled with snot, his tears were returning almost doubled.
"Why my father? Everyone's father is sitting at home; why does only my family go outside!"
Ainle, reaching the point where words failed, hugged the little one tightly, whose state was getting worse, and pressed him to his bosom; it appeared he wasn't likely to let go for a long time.
"This place is really nice, no trouble, no worry, but I am an orc; this much comfort really bugs me. Since you cannot defeat each other, the time has come for me to intervene in the event!"
When Alyon spoke rolling the words in his mouth as if chewing cud, the child whose eyes turned wild from rage and the other clad in black flames were in a ruined state; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't gain superiority over each other.
Even so, they didn't seem intended to stop; perhaps they would never stop, but the slap smacking right next to their ears would push them to think about this matter again.
"What are you doing?"
"Why did you hit me?"
The babies receiving the slap were screaming at the top of their lungs under the influence of a little anger, a little astonishment, and a little pain they felt.
"Look here, little rats; I gave you a chance, but you wasted it. I will use both lineage powers as I see fit when they are useful to me; if anyone has an objection to this, speak right now!"
The grey-haired orc had no joke; he didn't want to spend all his time watching two little orcs battering each other.
"Fine, from now on you will be brothers to each other; kiss and make up, let me see!"
While the two lineage powers looked at each other with their swollen eyes, they waited motionless where they were until the orc threatening them with a beating took a deep breath.
Then, forced to comply, they kissed and made up; they weren't aware at that moment, but this first contact would be the first step of a friendship that would last for many years.
"It's finally over; we returned to this sticky cave again!"
Alyon's trial had already ended; when he turned his head to investigate what was going on around while he was unconscious, he would see his friend lying in a fainting state.
"Oh Nafız oh, so you still haven't woken up. Wait and see what I'm going to do to you now!"
Nafız's body, which he walked upon with a mischievous expression, was lying defenseless on the ground; this was a big problem, evidently, the female orc's face wasn't smiling on either side.
"You died, don't you understand? You are already finished!"
Orc Nafız was very aggressive toward the human one; she raised her voice to suppress her at every opportunity.
"I died, but my consciousness is still here; what can you do without me?"
"Then the body belongs to me too; let me go, let's see what good that consciousness will be!"
While the two Nafızes bickered, how could the miniature version of Mora remain silent?
"I have both consciousness and blood circulating in the veins; I have a bigger share than both of you!"
While all these were continuing, the female orc was only watching; as she watched, a question was gradually becoming too big to fit in her mind.
"Shut up, I will ask you a question!"
All voices were cut like a knife; the eyes of all three children turned to Nafız.
"You all hold one corner of the event and claim rights in your own way, but there is something you forget."
"Me!"
Although the trio experienced a short shock at what they heard, immediately after, they would talk over each other just like at the beginning.
"You are a part of me!"
"You can do nothing without me!"
"You live thanks to me!"
Thanks to the words spoken, Nafız, who had been calm for a long time, got very angry; her twitching eye and trembling hands were revealing this in all its nakedness.
"Insolent ones, what is this arrogance just because I left you to your own devices all this time? You, you, you, and everything your eye sees belong to me; I am the sole ruler and owner of this place!"
A pair of eyelids opened with difficulty as if possessing tons of weight following this ultimatum; another inhabitant of the dungeon had returned to real life.
Only Ainle, who left first among the two dungeons before, remained inside; the young druid was stroking the yellow hair of the child who fell asleep in his lap because of the shock he experienced and his incessant crying.
"Little one, did you sleep?"
Ainle would receive the answer to his question as meaningless murmurs; evidently, the little one was experiencing those moments when one falls into full sleep but consciousness is also open on the one hand.
"I know what you are most sad about; thinking your father and brother set out on this journey only to protect you, you blame yourself for everything happening. Please don't do this; if the members of your family thought only of you, they wouldn't leave here. Actually, you should rejoice, little one, for having a father and brother who love their people, their land, and nature this much!"
Ainle might seem to be saying these words to the small child, but actually, he was admitting to himself what had been on his mind for a long time.
Afterward, the child in his lap would vanish into thin air as if he never existed, just like the huge rock covered in moss inside his heart for many years.
"Who is there!"
While these changes were happening, the scrawny druid shouted turning to a place behind him; what appeared was only emptiness, but Ainle knew this wasn't so.
"Well done, young druid; I will be waiting for you in the fourth dungeon. Climb to the top of the pyramid and find me!"
Suddenly, a green shimmer appeared where Ainle fixed his eyes and disappeared two seconds later. Although this event lasted very briefly, it would ensure some mysterious words were left behind.