After we enter the village and get to the first intersection, I part with the children. I walk back to the typical looking house that I’ve built. The wall is made out of trees with mud as the filling. The roof is made out of straw mixed with grass.
On this country and in this village, one is considered to be an adult at the age of fifteen. In a family with a boy as its eldest son, at fifteen, the boy will start to work on the farm that will be provided by the parents or the village. After one year, it is a custom that he will build a house of his own, instead of sharing his parent’s house, and become fully independent.
I am sixteen this year. It has been some time since I left my parents, and I’m enjoying my single life. Walking past my house, I decide to pay my parents a visit since the harvest today is very good, and I have some time to spare. It is a short walk to their house, since I’ve built mine in the same area. Opening and closing the wooden door with a squeaking sound, I enter the house.
“Hello Mom! Today’s harvest was plentiful, I went to the store and traded them for some herbs and breads, but it seems like I will have some extra.”
I say my purpose for being here and hand the herb to my mother.
“You’ve come back! These herbs have a very high quality to them. With this I can make some very good medicine.”
“It is going well I see.”
My mother Aracena greets me as I enter the house. My mother is the only one in the house, and it seems like my father and brother are still working in the field. My mother has her golden blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a faded apron along with a white scarf. The area around her waist is a little bit dirty. Such is the appearance of a mother I’ve always known.
Life in this region is tough. It is filled with troubles, dangers, misfortunes, and unreasonable situations, but if one can endure it, they will find some sort of happiness. With her back turned away from me, she turns her head and reveals a bright smile to me. Women in this village have strong wills, and strong hearts, but they are gentle to their family.
With my memories as a Dragon still intact, I find that it is laughable that the way my mother treats me and my little brother is very different. After all, my actions do not match my age, so she treats me as an adult earlier than my little brother.
There is a lot of work involved in taking care of a child, and the one who carries all the burdens is none other than the wife. I find that women are very respectable, and I have a deep respect for my mom. Of course, not all Humans are worthy of respect. One does not simply have respect, they must earn it. My parents earned mine, but in this village, most people are simply too weak minded. However, that doesn’t mean they are worthless, but it’s a weakness of each individual.
Although there are Gods, and they are being worshiped by Humans who are seeking help. I also worship them, only in a sense of course. I once laughed at the Gods and crushed many dreams. I should also note that behind each and every one of these Gods is an ugly face that they never want to be reveal to anyone.
After handing the extra herbs and bread to my Mother, I return to my house.
My dinner is simple. I cook the vegetables and eat it with the bread I’ve gotten from the store. It is my usual dinner, but the taste of Human food mixing with the senses of a Dragon always gives me a fresh taste that has never failed to cheer me up for the last sixteen years of my life as a Human.
From time to time, my senses of a Dragon interfere with my Human senses. For example, when I eat, I always find that something seems to be missing. Apparently it is because I can’t see my mouth while chewing and it annoys me. The field of vision is completely different from that of a Dragon. I had a lot of problem with my vision ever since I was born, but I’ve gotten used to it. I wonder if there are any other reincarnated Dragons around that have the same problem. The taste and sense of smell from my soul connected to my Human body are not completely in sync either, I wonder if they ever will be? But because of that, I can experience many interesting things.
There is no sign of a demon’s attack tonight, so I give my thanks in a prayer that everything went smoothly today. I spent time and effort making spears and arrows for self defense from the trees I cut down while building my house. I use every resource the trees had to offer, from the branches to the roots.
My house has three rooms in total, a dining room, a bedroom, and a storage room. When I go to bed, I spread a thick layer of straw on top of the floor and put a layer of animal fur above it, then I have myself a place to sleep. Life for me is quite simple.