Capítulo 11: Chapter Eleven Awoken
Jantyr watched the hunter bring Lenart into the lodge. The blanket of snow was deep enough to swallow the old villagers up to their knees and brought a chilling cold to the village. The morning sun did its best to rid the snow, but the thick layer of snow showed no sign of disappearing anytime soon. It would take at least a week for the snow to melt.
The children played, as the adults worked. The first thing they did after the battle was to open the gate to the outside. So now with free range to the grounds near them they worked hard. The lumberman took some sleights and some children with him and began his long journey to the woods. With the cold, the need for firewood became a priority. So the lumberman brought the children to help him drag wood back to the village.
With one swing he brought down a tree. The children watched him in awe, aspiring to one day be just like him.
Jantyr stayed on alert, carefully keeping a watchful eye on the woods. He wouldn't allow a single monster to attack them, without prior notice.
The children played and laughed, while carrying the chopped up pieces of wood to the sleight. They had four in total, the same number as them. The lumberman would send them off one by one, after filling the sleight to the brim and tell them.
"If you want to be strong like me, that's the least you need to do!" his words brought courage and eagerness to the children. They even competed to see who could reach the village and come back the fastest.
The lumberman watched them with a smile, thinking of his own child. He had told him to stay at the village and help his mother. But he just didn't want to bring him out here. He might be a hypocrite for that, but he didn't care. As long as his son was safe, he would shoulder that burden.
"We're almost done here kids, one last tripp and we're done. Let's wait for the last kid, fill his sleigh and get out of here before it gets dark!" the man told the three children with him. The last one could be seen hundreds of meters away from them, dragging the empty sleigh.
"Yes uncle!" the children said in union and quickly got distracted. They used their free time productively, playing tag, hide and seek and so much more. But they ultimately had to stop when the kid reached them.
Meanwhile in the village Lenart finally woke up. He had dark marks under his eyes and seemed tired.
"How are you doing my friend, you seem sick!"
"I'm fine, the deity gave me some powers, nothing to worry about." Lenart told the hunter. The word powers gained the hunters interest.
"What kind of powers, if I may ask?" the hunter asked.
"I have no idea, something with weather. I felt a storm brewing inside of me for several minutes. It was only growing and growing and then with no more growth it bursted." Lenart told the hunter.
"Wait, did you cause that snowstorm?"
"What snowstorm?"
"Fuck it was you, god damn it. It's freezing outside you bastard! Give me back my summer, there isn't an animal in sight. How am I supposed to hunt like this?" the hunter yelled, making Lenart flinch
"I don't know if I can." Lenart told the hunter and they both went outside to test if he could.
Lenart stumbled on the thick layer of snow and fell face first into the frozen water, making a small snow angel.
"You weren't kidding when you said snowstorm!" Lenart mumbled from the snow. Then he jumped up and concentrated on the world around him. He willed it to rain, but nothing happened. He tried to call forth the sun, no reaction.
Jantyr watched him with amusement. He could feel the energy inside his worshiper and that's why he could smile. Otherwise he would be shaking his totem in fear.
What Lenart lacked was control and experience, something he could gain over time.
Days went by and the snow hadn't decreased, or increased in the slightest. The houses were up and running with fires. They still had openings, exposing them to the cold, but it protected them from the cold winds, so there was no danger of freezing to death.
Everyone was praying to Jantyr in the village by now. No one denied his powers and grace. Now they would visit his lodge at least once a day to pay their respects.
Jantyr could feel the amount of energy from worship increase as he grew stronger. Not to mention it was denser. He could control the weather ever so slightly, nothing like how Lenart did it some days ago.
Jantyr had poured all his energy through a medium, who couldn't contain all his energy, making most of it spill out in its purest form. Jantyr's just happy the pure weather energy became snow and not tornados, or some kind of natural disaster.
Months passed and no more monster waves visited the village. Inside the village there was no snow and it was a mild temperature. Meanwhile outside of the village was a frozen wasteland. negative fifteen degrees graced the land. Nothing like the comfortable temperature inside the village.
"This will be the worst winter in decades!" a mage told his friend, walking past Jasmine. She asked her deity some months ago about the snow and it told her that Lenart caused it. She wasn't to tell anyone and was to continue studying in silence. Some days after she had gained some form of blessing from her deity. But she has no clue what it is, till this day.
"My father told me an archwizard who specializes in ice magic attacked this country.
The emperor of our Shifao Dynasty is furious and is threatening war with the neighboring countries." Jasmine heard some disturbing gossip.
Jasmine returned to her room, not wanting to be outside in the cold. If what she heard was true, then her deity might be the reason for an unneeded war. It pained her, but she would take the secret to the grave.
Meanwhile Jantyr was contemplating what he just heard. The emperor is using the winter as an excuse to go to war. He thought then it clicked, that's it!
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