บท 15: A Promise
'The current world is no longer beneficial for people who cultivate. Big families and large organizations prefer to recruit more people and give birth to strong bloodlines.'
'Physical powers are also prioritized compared to elemental or spiritual powers, which are rare.' Seraphyne surfed through NanoNet and took note of some important details.
Sitnalta is the name of the world she has transmigrated into. There were several continents around the world, eight of which are known and some still unexplored. Amongst the Eastern continents, Sifaril remained the largest country.
Sifaril housed a diverse population of humans, vampires, and werewolves. This eclectic mix of species hinted at a complex and intricate societal structure, one she was eager to delve deeper into.
Sifaril was further divided into six distinct cities, each with its unique role and specialization:
- Aguzan -
The capital city of Aguzan was breathtaking. The city's wealth and power were reflected in the city's imposing walls and elaborate architecture.
With spacious gardens and exquisite mosaics covering its walls, the regal structure at its heart was a technical marvel. The streets were constantly busy with activity as politicians and businesspeople alike went about their daily activities.
- Eldoria -
In contrast, Eldoria was a city of opposites. Tall skyscrapers and vibrant markets lined the streets as businesspeople from all over the entire country flocked to sell their products. Spices and scents flooded the air, and the sounds of bartering and haggling could be heard everywhere.
However, there were also quiet areas where musicians and painters could be seen practicing their craft and showcasing their abilities to the world.
- Tasar -
Tasar was a city of abundance and greenery. As far as the eye could view, its fields were covered with neatly arranged rows of crops of every type.
The farmers in this area were among the best in the country, employing innovative techniques to optimize their harvests and make sure that no one in Sifaril ever went hungry. Several animal husbandry farms, where livestock was kept and treated with the utmost regard, were also located in the city.
- Cugmhan -
A city of industry and invention was Cugmhan. One of the richest mines in the country, it produced minerals and precious metals that drove Sifaril's economy.
The city also had a variety of enterprises and workshops where talented artisans produced anything from sophisticated jewelry to lethal weaponry. Smoke and machine noise filled the air, but despite the mayhem, there was a sense of accomplishment and pride.
- Gussa -
Gussa was a place of learning and healing. Its medical facilities, including hospitals and clinics, were among the best in the entire region. Skilled doctors and healers worked there, using the latest technologies to cure the sick and injured.
The city also housed a variety of research facilities where alchemists and scientists toiled assiduously to discover the universe's mysteries. The aroma of herbs and chemicals, as well as the sound of bubbling beakers and clinking glassware, filled the air.
- Misor -
The city of Misor was veiled in secrecy. Few outsiders were ever permitted inside because of its towering, impassable fortifications.
There were many rumors about what took place behind its walls. Some claimed that it was a location of black sorcery and horrible rites. Others mumbled that it served as a haven for people seeking protection from the outer world.
Whatever its goal, Misor was a city unlike any other, full of mysteries and intrigue that only the most daring or foolish would attempt to investigate.
"The world has long experienced global warming and terrible natural disasters," Seraphyne read aloud, her brows furrowing with concern.
"Now the food chain is imbalanced, and death rates have risen."
The environmental challenges faced by Sitnalta mirrored the issues she had encountered in her previous world, albeit on a much grander scale.
She couldn't help but wonder how the inhabitants of this world had adapted to such a challenging environment.
'I should assure the survival of everyone in the pack. In the long run, wars will be held.'
She entered her soul space and stared at the large, plain land.
'I just need to plant some of the seeds and seedlings stored in the white house, right?'
She had always been a woman of action, and her connection to this world demanded her participation. A more practical Luna, she thought, as she delved into the memory of her new life, a life that, until recently, had not been hers.
Returning from the soul space with renewed purpose, Seraphyne quickly changed into farm clothes, opting for a simple, comfortable ensemble that would allow her to work the land unhindered.
Her attire consisted of worn denim overalls, a plaid shirt, and sturdy leather boots that would protect her feet as she toiled in the soil.
The sun had climbed higher in the sky by the time Seraphyne ventured outside, a feeling of anticipation coursing through her veins.
The land lay before her, bathed in the warm morning light, and she could sense its potential.
'There's much work to do, but I guess, like other novels my sister has written, the time flow in this soul space should be different outside.'
She began her work methodically, selecting a plot of land that seemed promising for planting. Armed with a wooden plow, she began the arduous task of breaking the earth. It was a laborious effort, and sweat beaded on her forehead as she pushed the plow forward, creating furrows in the rich soil.
As the morning turned into afternoon, Seraphyne's determination remained unwavering. She had no doubt that she could make a difference in this world, even if it meant starting with something as fundamental as planting crops.
With the field finally prepared, she turned her attention to the seeds and seedlings stored in the white house within her soul space.
There was a wide variety to choose from.
Seraphyne carefully selected a range of essential vegetables and crops to plant, ensuring a diverse and nutritious harvest:
* Wheat * Rice * Potatoes * Carrots * Tomatoes * Cucumbers * Bell Peppers * Spinach * Onions * Garlic * Lemon * Ginger * Corn * Beans * Lettuce * Strawberries * Cabbage * Broccoli * Ube *
With meticulous care, she planted each seed and seedling in its designated row, following the rhythms of nature and hoping for a bountiful harvest in the months to come.
As she worked the land, Seraphyne couldn't help but feel a connection to the cycle of life and the nurturing power of the earth.
'I used to be an ordinary human on Earth, but I am too far from home now.'
It was a simple act, but it held profound meaning. She was not just planting crops. She was sowing the seeds of her new life and the potential for a brighter future in this unfamiliar world.
The rhythmic act of planting became almost meditative for Seraphyne. As she knelt in the rich earth, tucking seeds gently into their designated rows, she allowed her mind to wander.
The scent of freshly turned soil mixed with the earthy aroma of growing things filled the air, enveloping her in a sense of calm and purpose. She imagined the vibrant, green shoots that would soon emerge from these humble beginnings, reaching for the sun and promising sustenance to her newfound pack.
With each seed she planted, she thought about the faces of the pack members she had encountered so far. She had seen their tenacity and resilience, the way they embraced their roles and responsibilities within the pack. And now, she aimed to contribute her part.
The day wore on, and as the sun reached its zenith, Seraphyne wiped the sweat from her brow. Her hands bore the dirt of honest labor, and her heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment. It was a far cry from the life she had known before, but it was a life she had chosen, a life where she could make a difference.
The rows of newly planted crops stretched out before her, promising the hope of a bountiful harvest. She knew there was much more to learn about this world, its customs, and the intricacies of pack life. But for now, she had taken her first step, and it felt like the right one.
As Seraphyne stood amidst the freshly sown fields, she couldn't help but smile.
There was a beauty in simplicity, in the act of nurturing life and watching it grow. It was a reminder that, no matter where one found themselves, there was always a way to contribute, make a positive impact, and grow alongside the world they inhabited.
After a day spent tending to the fields, Seraphyne returned to the welcoming embrace of the White House. The aroma of freshly plowed earth still clung to her.
'But now, it was time for a different kind of work.'
Seraphyne entered the kitchen, her hands deftly moving through the familiar space. She had always enjoyed cooking, and it was a skill she had honed in her previous life.
She decided on a hearty dish – braised pork with a medley of vegetables.
As she sliced the vegetables and marinated the pork, the kitchen filled with the savory scent of garlic, onions, and spices. The sizzle of the meat hitting the hot pan was satisfying, and Seraphyne couldn't help but smile as she worked.
"I'll make a better future!"
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