Capítulo 83: A Salvaged Memory

#From the Velabista Village Library—Notes of an Ancestor (His point of view)

Someone asked me once, "Sir, what do you know about the mysterious village and the people who often come to us for trade?"

I could not answer. Why? Because I don't know if what I once saw was true and not a dream. I was very little at the time, around nine or ten years old. However, I was very young then, and you have to understand that we tend to forget what we saw many decades ago. This story is about that time.

I often heard from my parents, especially from my grandmother, that I was a very demanding child. Everyone adored me, and that made me a little tyrant, and I knew how to get what I wanted at any cost.

So, as I was saying, I clearly remember that day. It was in the middle of winter. Our village was always shrouded in mist, and dew drops felt like rain all day due to its closeness to the jungle and the mountains.