Chapter 209: Winter’s Storm 2
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Winter falls on a village not known any name. When snowflakes fall from the heaves they paint the land with white. The running rivers become frozen, and the paddies that were tilted became froze when Lady Winter blows her winds. Among the six-foot deep snow was a figure clad in black, waiting for prey, hunting anything that might come to the village. Skull made from obsidian and clad in a thinly plated obsidian that looked translucent. Those who carried ill intentions were hunted down, and within the snow, they were buried with their hearts plunged with a shard of obsidian.

The unknown village was surrounded by hills that no one could know where this village was unless they somehow manage to find it. Still, when the winter came, and when war broke out on the central continent. The village became a passage to the wanderers who sought warm for their journey. The hunter who was hunting down any dangers around the village had made the paths safer. News of a winter guardian spread and travelers used the spot to journey through.

Among the throngs of weary travelers who spread the Brotherhood of good. A cult formed after the massacre of the bandits in the mountains of nimrod. The Brotherhood spread the word of good, preaching to not fall for banditry and stealing. These reformed bandits were fanatically spreading the word, guarding the village whose winter guardian was guarding.

The hunter clad in translucent black obsidian had shown his figure on the Brotherhood, fervently allowing the Brotherhood to spread the word on their fellow believer. Among them believed in what they saw, and those who would punish evil if they dare to take the path of evil again. So preachers of the Brotherhood of Good were roaming around the Easter Lands fervently, destroying hideouts, slaying evil, and protecting those who might be targeted by evil.

But the hunter stayed among the mountains, hunting down mythical threads that would come closer. Folks would witness a man clad in black rock-like flesh walking around, dragging corpses of monsters that tried invading the village. The slaughter of these monsters left the outskirts of the village free of any nasty beings that would prey on the villagers.

The Golden City, located north of the village, has investigated the influx of travelers, and the news of a ghost hiding among the snow. They couldn’t find any trace, and none of their magical instruments were able to help. So they choose to abandon the thought of pursuing the hunter, allowing it to prey on the monsters.

A few weeks of monsters dying one after another, the village was free from any predators. Barely any threat and the village became peaceful, that the troubles of the past became something they never thought again. Among them was a hunter, and no wolves dare to take a step in the vicinity of the village, the villagers started to think that there was a merciful spirit guarding them.

Nolan Salvatore undid his form and looked at the woman hugging the hearth. Her belly was bulging, and it was bigger than ever. Nolan was concerned, in a way that she said her itself that she felt like the baby was coming soon. He had thought that it was too early but it was clear that her constitution was different. Her body alone had accelerated the growth of the child inside her belly, she was full of vitality that the child on her belly was ready to be birthed despite the few months they’ve been traveling and finally settling on this village. It was early, and it made Nolan shaky to the point he was hunting down any threat to calm his heart.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a smile on her face. “I’m sure that the baby would be fully developed even if I give birth early.”

“Is that right?” He retorted, not hiding his concern. “You can wait until spring, can’t you?”

“No,” she shook her head, “that would be impossible with a constitution like mine. Nolan, cultivating the child within me would be far dangerous. You know what I am, and my powers might crush the young soul of our children if give birth to them in spring. That’s why I must give birth to them to prevent them from imploding. I cannot allow my children to fall to any harm.”

“I see,” Nolan nodded. “I understand.”

“You know, I thought I was barren. I’ve been fighting and having my stomach punched, hit, impaled and gutted that maybe I’d become barren along the way. That it would be my punishment. Still, this is a surprise, and to give birth to them is something I am looking forward to.”

Ciara wasn’t moving away from her rocking chair. She didn’t need a walk or to stretch her legs when she’s an example of fitness. Not to mention, she was cultivating children that might implode if she doesn’t focus on regulating her stomach’s cultivation. If she doesn’t use most of her focus on helping them. It would mean that they might just pop like a balloon if they have too much of their mother’s vitality.

“Also,” she looked outside, “I hope you can find a place where I might give birth to. This place isn’t fine, and I rather not destroy the village if something happens. I’m afraid that I’ve become too strong to have a normal delivery. We must leave this house when the time is near, so please find a way.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Yes, sadly, It has to be like this,” Ciara lowered her head. “My adventures have made me strong enough to deal with dragons as if they are sheep. I want to give birth normally, but I can’t have that. I cannot help but nourish them with all of the care I have. I don’t want to lose them and I don’t want to hurt anyone. That’s why Nolan, I implore you to help me through this time. Even if you hate me, please, let me give birth to the two of them.”

“Of course I will,” Nolan said, on one knee. “I will make sure of it. Also…two?”

“Yes, two.”

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