5 Chapter 5

The young man awoke feeling revitalized. His body was no longer injured except for the pain in his chest that he had been experiencing ever since he fought Rorik. He looked around the small room he found himself in, it had a window next to the bed but it was too dark to see out of and the only other thing in the room was a small table.

Checking his body he realized he was now clothed in comfortable beige garments that seemed too large for him. He recalled his fight with the cat creatures before falling sick and ordering Rorik to rush him to wherever people were. The next thing he knew he was in front of a grey skinned elf woman who offered to help.

The smell of something being cooked interrupted his thoughts causing him to salivate. He got up quickly and the sudden rush of blood to his head caused him to stumble. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath he opened the door to find himself in a large stone hallway with three wooden doors on either side.

The hallway was dimly lit by small candles on stone outcroppings carved into the walls. He could see dark green drapes embroidered with white and black covering the windows on either end of the hall.

As he got closer he could make out what seemed to be a family crest. The crest was a white tree with two skulls on either side. In the eye socket of each the skulls was a bright green flame. The flames reminded him of Rorik's eyes but the sound of his stomach growling shook him out of this thought.

"Hello?" He spoke loud enough to be heard but received no response. Deciding to keep heading in the direction of the delicious smell, he found the stairs and carefully made his way down.

He found himself in a large room decorated in many green and black fabrics that looked rather expensive. There was furniture both small and large carved in a manner that made them appear like a flowing ocean or a cool breeze.

He could hear the clatter of metal in another room so he followed the noise and found himself in the small kitchen. He found it odd that such a large house had such a small kitchen, his host was clearly an aristocrat of some sort yet he didn't see any servants either. Standing in front of the stove was a young woman wearing an apron.

"Hello?" He said startling the woman. The woman turned around and the young man was caught off guard, she was beautiful. He obviously didn't have many other women as a point of reference but he felt like it wouldn't matter if he did.

She had light grey skin with a thin face, topped with big dark blue eyes that seemed cold in contrast to her warm smile. Her long white hair was tied up in a knot that accentuated her charming face and long pointy ears. She was wearing baggy common clothes behind the apron but it only made her all the more alluring.

She gave off the contradicting impression that she was both aloof and homely at the same time and the young man couldn't quite put his finger on why he came to that conclusion. He felt even more stunned looking into this elf's eyes than he did when he fought Rorik.

"Ah, you're awake! Father said you wouldn't be awake for a few more days." The young woman smiled while taking off her apron.

"Ho.. How long have i been asleep?" He was still stricken and could barely squeeze out a response.

"Two days, you're beasts haven't moved from the front of the gates since we brought you inside. The people of the village think of it as quite the sight." She giggled seemingly recalling a memory.

"Are you the one who saved me?"

"I only found you and brought you to father. He's the one that saved you." She said with a polite smile that gave him another shock.

"Still, thank you for finding me." The young man bowed his head respectfully.

She looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say when the sound of him stomach growling broke the short silence. The young man gave a helpless smile causing the woman to laugh.

"Pfft.. You have good timing, dinners ready. I'll show you to the dining room."

The dining room was lavish with silver ornaments and more green, black, and white fabrics hanging on the walls. She sat him down at a table that was big enough for six people before leaving him alone. He thought about what he should say about himself and how much he should reveal about his experiences the past few days.

Perhaps he was simply stricken by the woman's but he didn't feel the need to hide anything from her. The only thing he had to lose was his life and he didn't see a purpose in the woman saving him only to kill him later. As he was thinking he came to the realization that he just had his first conversation with actual words since he woke up in that field which brought a grin to his gaunt face.

The woman brought in a big pot of stew before leaving once more and coming back with a plate of bread and an older man in tow. The older man seemed excited and stared at him full of expectation. They sat down with the older man sitting at the head.

"Are-" The older man spoke but was interrupted.

"Save your questions until after we eat, he hasn't eaten in 2 days!" The woman commanded as if the older man were her child who just found a shiny new toy he couldn't wait to play with it.

"Ahem... Right, excuse me." The older man apologized before gesturing the young man to eat.

The food was delicious and the young man quickly scoffed down the stew forgetting any and all manners. Even if he could remember them, he was too hungry to care right now. It was the first hot meal he's had in his life and he wasn't going to let something as silly as manners get in the way of his enjoyment.

"I am Tylin Vayn, and this is my daughter Sera Vayn. May I have your name?"

He looked at Tylin and gave a helpless smile.

"I don't know my name, nor where i come from. I woke up in a field downstream from here about a week ago with nothing but the clothes you found me in and a spear." He worried about his spear as it was now the last thing that connected him with a past he didn't remember. He hoped Rorik had brought it with him while he was unconscious.

"You don't remember anything?" Sera asked and looked on with a sad expression.

"I remember some things. For instance i know what a boar is and what it looks like but I can't remember ever seeing one before a few days ago. On the other hand when I did see a boar I tried to eat it raw, it never even occurred to me to cook it until right now looking at this stew." He said while laughing trying to lighten the mood even a little. Having people worry about him was a new experience but he didn't like it, especially a pretty woman like Sera.

"How did you end up near Setrhyn Village?" Sera asked growing more curious.

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"Shortly after i woke up i found a stream after drinking some water I got frustrated because I couldn't remember anything. So I yelled and ended up attracting that big wolf..." He began to explain the long story of his misadventures, nary skipping a single detail in hopes that the pair might be able to see something that he couldn't.

"... You know the rest, i got sick and had the wolf run to find help."

"Fascinating..." Tylin thought out loud rubbing his scruffy chin.

"What about Aerwyn?" Sera said with an excited tone as if she had just figured something out.

"Aerwyn?" The young man looked at her confused.

"Yeah! It's the words for purple and star in old Fae. You should have a name even if you forgot your old one. What do you think?"

"Aerwyn... I like it, thank you." The young man smiled at her and didn't notice the pain in his chest fading even more.

"Aerwyn's a fine name. Tell me, do you have any plans? If not i have a proposition for you." Tylin added.

"Proposition?" He didn't have any plans, he was a blank slate and was willing to take any sort of guidance that Tylin was willing to give. Tylin took a long look at Aerwyn as if organizing his frantic thoughts.

"I am a necromancer, a type of mage that specializes in using mana to raise the dead amongst other things. When a necromancer raises the dead, the subject doesn't have a soul, it cannot grow or become stronger than it was at death. It is merely a bundles of bones and flesh held together by mana that can perform simple tasks. The only time an undead can have a soul is when a necromancer reaches the end of their life and begins the difficult process to become a lich. However your undead have souls, which means they can grow, something that shouldn't be possible. What's more is i sense no mana linking you with your beasts, as it should be with any necromancer and their summons. My proposition is this, allow me to study the power you wield and in exchange you will be provided with room and board."

Aerwyn stole a glance at the beautiful Sera before accepting Tylin's offer. Even if it was Tylin alone living in this house he would readily accept the offer, however being able to stay in the same house as her made the offer even more enticing, he was a young man after all.