The War Of Gemstone: Owl & Flower
Missed the Past

Walking towards the house, the Black Knight rubbed the mud stuck to his leg armor on the brown mat. When the door opened, the man found a pile of books arranged on the middle table. Behind it, Rynn was reading a book with her head held up on the table. His face was grim as if cold. “Welcome back, Blackie.” The girl's voice was agonizing along with the rumbling sound in her stomach.

“Where are the others?”

“In room.” His stomach is back in sound. The girl groaned like a starving beast. “Blackie, can you make me breakfast?”

“Why not make it yourself?”

“I'm lazy,” replied the girl briefly. The paper crackled as Rynn turned the next page. “Hurry, before I starve to death,”.

From behind his head protection, there was a heavy sigh. The Black Knight headed to the kitchen. The battlefield is its territory, but the kitchen is another story. Swords and shields were his weapons, not spatulas and cutting boards.

The knight's hand was made to swing the sword not to stir the dough. But giving up is not the way to go as a knight. With the ingredients in front of his eyes, the indomitable man used his comprehension and started cooking.

In her comfortable room, Faye stood in front of her window. The wooden divider separates the glass windows in two. The girl turned the window lock down and opened one of her windows. The morning air burst in, shaking his ghostly robe hanging on the wall.

The girl looked under the shady tree, a pair of tombstones embedded among the solitude. The leaves and petals of the flower fall in the wind, the beauty will bring a warm message from the girl to the owner of the headstone, father and mother of the girl.

Faye pulled out a necklace studded with a dark blue gem hanging around her neck. The gem is tied to a rope of Amoria leaf fibers. He tightly grasped the gem and felt his mother's magic energy gather in a small gemstone. In her mind, the girl knew very well how much she missed her mother and her family.

The girl put on her robe and closed the door of her room with a carved owl figure. Carved in such detail and smooth. Carving the door with symbols and shapes was one of the ideas of his third brother, Velan. The goal is to capture and honor the ambitions, dreams, and hopes of the owner of the room. Faye instead of having an ambition to be an owl or something, the girl only likes owls. Unlike the carving of his eldest brother's door in the form of a sword. Creating a mighty sword that became Nina's greatest dream.

Faye stopped at a door with carved wings. The door previously belonged to Velan, now a runaway noble's son occupied it, and it opened wide enough for Faye to peek inside. There, Archie was sitting on his back to the door. It was like he was busy with something. “What are you doing?” Faye's voice made the man jump out of his chair.

“Oh, Ann ... Faye ... a-I'm writing a letter to Meredith.” Archie turned his torso to look at Faye while showing her a piece of paper with writing from black ink. “I will leave this letter when I meet Miss Terenna later.”

“You miss Meredith and your family?”

Archie put his fur pen in an ink bottle and nodded. “Although my father was always busy with his work. Just passing my father at home is already very difficult,” said the man. “But Meredith has been my friend since childhood, she is a good girl and always helps anyone. He was always worried about me a long time ago, which is why I made him a letter so he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Of course I write for my Dad and Mom too.”

Faye sees Archie like her, longing for her colorful past, only Archie can come back whenever she wants, while Faye doesn't. Of course Faye won't force him to stay here. “Are you coming back? You shouldn't have had any more business here in the first place. And also you're a noble family.”

“I'll be back,” replied Archie firmly. “But not now. Precisely because I am a noble, I cannot allow evil to poison my homeland. I'll help you until you don't have to hide in the woods anymore.”

Faye sat on a soft white bed, next to Archie's desk. Neat as new and fragrant as fragrant as lavender filled the entire room. The girl felt the smooth, cold white sheets even though the sunlight had already infiltrated inside through the window.

The memory of this room before Archie occupied overshadowed the girl. The messy room was filled with robes and clothes on the floor, the scent of bark mixed with the dry wind, and the man who was always relaxing on his bed.

“He was known by many names, served many kings, came to bring news from afar and commemorate the threat. My sister has many names. One of them, the News Bearer, you must have heard of it.”

“Yes, Wandering Witches, Vindur Wind Envoy. I read it in the book.”

“He is a free man, free wherever he wants like the wind. He is also a great person, he always knows what I think even before I open my mouth, as if he is reading through my mind,” Faye said.

“What because of his freedom, he is free to give magic gems to the King of Aramor?”

Faye's eyes observed rows of wax extinguished on the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It is composed of deer horns that support each other and are carved in great detail. The girl recalled the times when her skilled third sister was sitting in the courtyard carving wood so meticulously using her father's white knife.

“I don't think so,” Faye shook her head.

“His actions are indeed dangerous, giving magic gems to others but I think he has his own thoughts.”

“I'd love to meet him. You know, like meeting someone famous.” Archie pulled his elbow back and stretched his arm upwards.

Faye let out a short breath. “Do not expect anything from him, he comes and goes as suddenly as the wind.”

“Do you know where your sister is now?”

The girl shook her head. Since she distanced herself from the crowd there was no way she knew where Velan was going, not even Faye knew where all her sisters were. Are his brothers locking themselves away from the settlement just as it seems or perhaps no longer exists in the world?

Archie nodded, he looked like he understood something. “Then when I was a child, I always thought that a witch was a wise person with a pointy hat, robe and broom like Miss Terenna,”.

“But since meeting you, things have gotten even stranger.”

“The pointy hat and robe are not mandatory for witches, it's just that my mother has a strange taste and people are following her instead. Said it was all an honor for a witch.”

“I wonder how Miss Terenna felt when she learned of the history behind the pointy hat and the magician's robe,” said the man with his ignorant face.

Faye got up after seeing Archie take back his quill pen in an ink bottle. “Alright, I give you privacy, please just continue your work.”

Faye walked through the hallway filled with room doors with abstract paintings by her second brother between the doors. A visual representation of life and the universe according to the painter's point of view that has thousands of meanings just by looking at it. Painted with natural paint and looks as if the painter is just splashing paint randomly. Aena has her own taste. The girl continued her steps after she observed the painting that was hard to feel for her.