Histories And Memories
The Beginning of a New Struggle II

"Hush.... , "

The sound of the wind from a huge snowstorm hit my house. My house is small, resting only on eight wooden supports that stand firmly in every corner of the room.

A roof made of straw mixed with clay, which always protected me and my family from the wind, rain, to even a snowstorm that amazed me.

The floor is lined by a very warm fur carpet, which may be made of fleece. Always made me feel comfortable sitting on it.

The clear glass windows on the sidelines of the black wooden walls that never bore me. For some reason, I really wanted to stay here forever.

The fireplace in front of me makes the atmosphere of this house warmer. When you leave the house, maybe you will be able to see clearly the smoke coming out of the chimney soaring high into the sky.

"Reinver, . ," cried my mother.

"What's Ibuuu...,? I'm reading here" answered me who was busy reviewing the contents of an old book given by my mother.

"Help me prepare your favorite soup here." Said Mother.

"Sreeet, " The sound that came from friction between my leg's knees and the fur carpet.

I immediately hurriedly picked up my beloved green-colored book barrier.

"Good Mom, come soon" I replied excitedly.

I immediately closed the book and ran towards the kitchen. When I opened the kitchen door, the smell of spices immediately came out welcoming me.

the three-quarters-cooked orange soup is a very good vegetable soup. The first time I tried my mother's soup, I was immediately captivated by its sweetness and slightly salty taste.

the soup was a soup made from the flower Ellimberg which can only bloom in the northern land, where I live.

The Ellimberg plant actually exists all over the land, but the flowers of the Ellimberg plant can only bloom when they exist in certain temperatures and conditions. Ellimberg flowers bloom when the temperature is below the freezing point of water and should always stick to the snow that is on this northern land.

"Please get me some dishes, Reinver." said my mother tenderly.

"Ting. , "the clinking sound of the clay dishes I took from the simple gray sink.

A few minutes later, Mom picked up the still steamy pot. Mother also took a vegetable spoon made of wood.

Mom poured the ellimberg soup out little by little until it filled my plate.

The whistling sound of a loud iron cathel made Mother look back. Mother immediately turned off the burning red firewood.

Soon, my father came home with a brown coat of lamb fur that became his trademark.

Dad immediately took off his black boots and immediately opened the coat filled with snow. Dad hung it near the fireplace.

My father works downtown by being a forger.he can make various home tools to even deadly weapons. Father once made a sword that was so sharp that it was recognized and proud by the people around my village.

"Dad's coming home, '" cried Dad with his heavy voice.

My mother and I immediately welcomed her.

"Dad, what is it?" I said while pointing to a cube box object that was tote in his right hand.

"Hahaha, my little angel is impatient." The answer.

Then my father put the cube down and immediately took the knife to open it.

"Sreeet, '" The sound of a knife tearing through the cube.

Wow, how surprised I am. The content of that thing is a book. Five, no, after I counted, there were eight books in that cube box.

"The father had a generous client, he bought some goods from the hands of his father at a fairly high price. So I bought you these books. Reinver....., you like to read, right?" Said Dad.

"IYAA AYAH.. ," cried happily.

I've finished all the old books you lent me. Maybe I've repeated it three to four times until I memorized it with all the grooves of the books.

Right now, I have also mastered the language that exists in this world like an expert. But, when I saw one of the covers of the book, there were some strange writings. A kind of back-and-forth writing that looks very different from the writing I used to read. I seem to understand the meaning of this writing.

"Food is ready" said my mother at the dinner table.

"Good ma'am" I answered along with Dad

I don't know, maybe I'll think about it later.

We ate together like a happy family. Mother's dishes never fail.Sop Ellimberg combined with a type of oatmeal and equipped with a magnificent central mainland tea into a dinner today.

After dinner was over, my mother cleaned the rest of our dishwasher and our used glasses.

Dad went straight to sleep. Maybe because his body that can not withstand fatigue.

outside the house, the snowstorm was over. As usual, I took a small wooden chair and sat beside the window. Focused my eyes on the night horizon.

Two crescent moons, combined with the glitter of thousands of stars are indeed very pampering the eyes. I wish I could see an aurora like I was in the sky. But the mother said that auroras only exist in certain situations and weather conditions.

About ten minutes later, Mom finished washing the dishes and walked over to me.

Mother sat cross-legged with her right hand about to embrace my right shoulder.

"Maybe the northern land is the most peaceful place on the continent" said my mother.

I don't understand what 'The most peaceful place' you're saying is.

Then, I ventured to ask, "The most peaceful place?" My toot.

"Yes, this is the most peaceful place you can feel" continued Mother.

We daydreamed for a while looking at the night sky. The atmosphere became a little strange.

"How do I melt this atmosphere?!" I murmured in my heart.

Tak lama kemudian, Ibu langsung berbicara, "Inklanovia."

"Indianovia?!" Ask wonder.

Then I thought, maybe some kind of name for a region, like the names of the continents on earth.

"This continent is called the continent of Fruth, which in this continent is divided into eight factions that settle on their respective land." Obviously Mother.

I paused for a moment, trying to gather information and then make it a unit.

Although I was only three years old in this world, I could easily understand something because I was basically a nineteen year old who could already think like an adult.

"Fruth. , continent"

"Fraction, . , means there is division."

"Peace. ." There is war."

There are all sorts of mixed words in my brain.

It was only in my hypothesis that in this world, Fruth was a continent that for some reason, there was a history of wars caused by splits that later made it eight opposing factions.

"You'll understand how the world works in a moment. Because you're different from the other kids, '" said my mother, taking off the embrace on my right shoulder.

Mother instantly broke the serious atmosphere that she started a few minutes ago.

"It's night, time for bed. Close the window immediately. Reinver, '" said Mother who was on her way to her bed.

Curiously, I closed the window and walked away thinking 'what does mother mean?'

"Here you go, I'll go straight to sleep." Obviously I was laying my body on a soft mattress. There's still tomorrow, I'll find the answer no matter what.