A group of hyenas rode across the plains, each mounted on a snarling, wild hyena they had raised themselves. They were known not for skill, but for numbers, and there coward ways of fight.Still, the Law of the Elves granted them advantages—believing even weak tribes had their place in maintaining balance,as acts of balancing they gave them a few authority's as non blessings tripe with skills and souls power, but that makes Them more chaotic and more racist about the Skilled people even the other hyenas Who awake some power or skill they secretly deal with them.
A skinny hyena with black-tipped ears and a dagger in hand sneered, "I can't believe those dumb elves gave us this law.
We've got so many goods now. Hahaha!"
Another hyena shouted from behind, "That's thanks to the boss—and that human mage! At first, I thought he was useless, but now..."
A fat hyena riding a larger beast spoke up, "We were being attacked by other villages while we were just pretending to hunt on their land."
Another snapped, "Because you were stupid. It's only thanks to the mage plan that we're still within the law. Hahaha!"
A rebel grunted, "Still according to the law? That's a new one. I guess all those goods finally made your brain work."
In the middle of the group rode their leader—broad, muscular, and silent. His eyes were narrowed in thought.
At first, it was great, he thought. That human mage helped us... but now he's using us. I wanted to change the tribe, start a new times. But instead, we just follow his orders. Why?
—A Memory—
Murad stood in front of him, with red hair, a strong body, and his mighty axe resting on his shoulder. Before him crouched the strongest of the wild hyenas, frightened and low to the ground.
"You can start a new time in your village," Murad said, voice firm. "Use your skills. Use the wild hyenas you raise. But if you attack my people again—you'll face my axe."
He didn't care for the Law of the Elves, he getting Investigate a lot.
He was even the village chief, Back then
And that made things worse for making Halfad's the village chief he even wors.
Arif had been there too—and in that moment, he understood everything.
—Back to the Present—
"We'll arrive at the village soon," a hyena said, snapping the boss back to the present.
The village was in poor shape.
Houses leaned and crumbled. People looked worse—exhausted, defeated. Nothing had been rebuilt. Only a few crooked tents flapped in the wind, randomly fixed without care, but sometimes that makes them smile and feel happy even in this situation, it's Smartness,or even hope, no it was madness, a pure madness.
As the hyenas approached, their voices rose in celebration.
"We'll eat well today !"
"We brought new goods!"
Laughter filled the air. Children ran toward them, eyes shining. "Goods! More new goods i want toys stolen toys.!"
"We stole a lot, thanks to the mage boss!" one of the riders bragged.
A hyenas woman approached into the children and said in calm voice we can't make it or buy it's great we can stole it take what you want whatever the Ways.
"But you should thank the elves too for that!" a child giggled.
The muscular boss watched them unload the supplies.and think I thought I could change this place ... make something better in my time. But some things never change. Just leave it to world.
Then, chaos.
A group of children sprinted toward the goods, snatching whatever they could. Bread, dried fruit, wooden toys—nothing was safe. Shouts turned to screams as two boys wrestled over a shiny spoon.
A girl fell and scraped her knee, crying as others ran past her.
"That's mine!" one shouted.
"No, I saw it first!"
Every one just watch this madness with a smile on there faces. More kids pushed and shoved, some hoarding while others wept.
Then—calm.
A boy stepped forward through the chaos. He had a kind face, short brown hair, and soft brown eyes. His smile was gentle. He wore adventurer's clothing, a sleeved robe, and carried a book in his hand.
He knelt and picked up the wooden toy, handing it to the crying girl. "It's okay," he said warmly. "You can all have what you want. Just take it. No one will stop you,stand and walk and get what you want see simple no need to think."
The others stared, frozen by his presence.
"He's so nice," one child whispered.
"He always knows what to do," another added.
Soon, the children began giving their stolen things to the boy Silver had spoken to earlier—the one who looked at him like pure good. That boy distributed food and toys fairly, like a leader. The chaos faded, replaced by laughter again.
Silver watched from behind, smiling faintly. He hadn't stopped the chaos—he had redirected it, he was like pure madness finding joy in madness.
He walked over and asked the boy, "Are you happy?"
"Yes!" the child beamed. "I can do whatever I want and eat whatever I like. I've never been this happy, Mister Mage!"
"My name is Silver," he replied, "but I like being called Mage."
Then he raised his voice. "Everyone, do whatever you want. What could stop you? Nothing matters more than your happiness, your all the world, and always remember yourself and yourself then yourself."
That's what he said.
He turned to the hyena group, who had just returned. "You're back. Just like before, did everything go well."
The boss grunted, "As always. Nothing happened."
"Good job, Houlin," Silver said.
Houlin narrowed his eyes. That crazy guy… I can never figure out what he's really doing.
A though come to his mind Arif was there in the village he noticed something soon enough Murad and halfad will come and crash your head.
The child Silver had spoken to looked up at him with pure admiration, as if he were a divine being.
Silver smiled back.
No one knew what that smile truly meant.