He no longer knew how long it had been. How long since he last saw his home—his family, his mother, his father, his little sister. To be frank, he could no longer even remember their faces. Time had eroded them into shadows, vague impressions buried beneath years of silence and survival. The first human face he had seen in what felt like an eternity appeared when he finally came across a village—his first true human settlement in countless days. Or perhaps years. He could no longer tell.
With that thought weighing heavily on his mind, the young man began moving toward the village. His dull, rough blue hair hung unevenly around his face, tangled and unkept, as if it had long forgotten the touch of a blade or comb. He wore furs as clothing, crudely stitched together—less a choice and more a necessity. His eyes were hollow, seemingly devoid of life, yet deep within them burned a single, stubborn desire. It was faint, but vivid. A reason to keep walking.
As he approached the outer fields, a farmer passed by him, carrying tools over his shoulder. The young man tried to call out, but no sound came. His throat tightened, his tongue refused to move—perhaps because it had been far too long since he had spoken a single word. Still, he needed to know something. Something important.
Summoning what little strength he had, he reached out toward the farmer, attempting to grasp his shoulder. Before his hand could touch him, the farmer turned around abruptly, startled.
"Can I help you?" the farmer asked, his voice edged with nervousness.
For a few seconds, the young man said nothing. He simply stared, as if studying the face—memorizing it—afraid it might disappear. The farmer shifted uneasily. After a moment, he spoke again, more firmly this time.
"If you need nothing, then allow me to be on my way."
As the farmer began to turn back toward his original route, words finally forced their way out of the young man's mouth—broken, fragile, spoken in strained intervals.
"Please… tell… Leon Kingdom… where?"
The farmer turn to him and stared at him .Than as if minding his own bissnuss he pointed towards a road ."If u followed that path u will be able to able to reach leon kingdom in a month by foot and in 12 days on a De....".Before listning the complete words the young man start moving towards the rough road .The framer stared as he saw the young man back disapear into the distance .At the time the farmer knew one think that he would somehow remember this encounter .
The farmer turned to him and studied his face in silence. Then, as if deciding it was none of his business, he lifted his hand and pointed toward a narrow, rugged road stretching into the distance.
"If you follow that path," he said, "you will be able to reach the Leon Kingdom in about a month on foot—and in twelve days on a de—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the young man had already begun moving. Without a word, without hesitation, he turned toward the rough road and started walking, his fur-clad figure steadily shrinking with each step.
The farmer watched as the young man's back disappeared into the horizon, swallowed by dust and distance. A strange unease settled in his chest. He could not explain why, but he knew one thing for certain—
This was an encounter he would remember.