A few minutes ago....
Today was a great day with very good news.
As the oldest living member of this village, this old man had seen his own share of life, but regardless of the ups and downs, the stars thought it a blessing for his only son to finally decide to settle down after much worry on his side about the young man's future.
His son was built like a oak tree.
Big, muscular and quite robust. A reward he got from mother nature because of his daily dedication to hunting in the highlands.
In the highlands, 16 was already a marriable age.
In fact, it was expected that one had at least two children by 20.
However, this young man named Mani decided to wait much longer, claiming that he wanted more time to be with his old father, as the old man was the last of his family.
This place was once a town, but in fighting with the other tribes had reduced their numbers.
They were a peaceful bunch because of their color on the spectrum.
When it came to battles, their aura was not so useful, having little to bearable fighting techniques compared to the others.
Their specialty laid in a more dignified form.
And that was healing.
The Color violet was for healing.
They were usually on the losing end in most quarrels and therefore tried as much as possible to avoid battles and fights.
Because of their abilities in medicine, they were rather very valuable.
Expecially because the highlands had its own share of dangerous creatures.
However the peace of their daily lives was usually only extended by being subordinates to other tribes.
Most of them in this village were not so big, with Mani being the biggest and strongest of them all.
Today, he had finally brought a woman to be married.
She was a young girl about the same age as him.
They had been playmates when they were much little.
She had also not yet gotten married and had waited all this time for Mani.
Today, both were already 20 years of age, and we're finally tying the knot.
This was a small village.
Meaning that both joy and sorrows were usually celebrated by all.
With an average population of a few over two hundred people, they were truly one family.
The small marriage occured before the old man's home.
This was in accordance to tradition. As the father of the groom and the oldest man in the village, he was to give his blessings. After which they would officially be married.
Mani and his newly wedded wife Neely went on their knees as the old man with smiles on his face blessed their union.
The hold man tied a violet scaf about their hands as they held one another.
After the prayers were done, it was time to seal the marriage with a kiss.
Mani looked at his wife with the abundance of love in his eyes.
This was his wife. But not just that, she was a partner and a friend even before she became a lover, and now, she was going to be the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
Mani truly felt blessed.
"You may kiss the bride," his father nodded.
Mani leaned in to kiss her. He was not slow but not fast either.
There was no reason in the world for them to rush.
However, was there?
A scout suddenly rushed into the occasion, "the Vandorain patrol are coming!"
This sudden turn of events left the villagers with unsettling feelings in their guts and all their faces morphed into one of fear and worry.
After all, they were all aware of the war, but the patrols never got so near to their village.
What's more, they never participated in the war efforts.
They were a peaceful people that would much rather remain that way.
The moment the scout said this, Mani stood to his feet.
This were his people and this was his home. No matter what, he was going to stand and defend it with all he had.
"Get me my Hapoon!" He ordered.
However, his newly wedded wife suddenly stepped forward.
"Husband, please don't do this."
"What do you mean?" He asked back, "if I don't defend the village, they will..."
"Do nothing!" The old man interrupted him.
"Even the Vandorain army know that we are a village of the violaceum tribe. Our violet is a significance of our peaceful nature. It is not the first time a patrol has come in contact with our village and like other times, they will pass," he stood up and walked towards his son, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"You just got married. Do not soil this day with blood. Take your wife and hide in the bunkers, I'll take care of this."
Mani did not want to, but seeing the pleading look in Neely's eyes, he nodded.
It was in this manner that everyone went into hiding....
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"would you like to try it now?" Abel asked Barbara.
However, she raised a hand indicating he should not yet act.
"No one likes a hero that arrives too early," she muttered lightly.
Therefore, they waited and continued watching.
Meanwhile, those words from the Squad leader made the old man pause a bit.
However, he some how summoned the courage to advance forward some more.
"We are a small peaceful village. We do not participate in the war..."
"Is this old man deaf or something?" The squad leader asked one of his men.
And the remaining eight men burst into laughter.
And then the squad Leader turned to the old man and asked again.
"Did you not hear me, or are you saying I am dumb? Get all all the women out here or we will burn down the entire village."
"Young son, I beseech that you please..."
*Boom!*
The Squad leader released a blast of spiritual energy that rushed at the old man, sending him flying.
The old man crashed on the ground, his walking stick broke and from the loud cracking sound that came from his body, he most likely broke at least a bone or two.
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