The days and weeks passed and there was no moment in which the topic of conversation was not the current situation on the island. As the rebels gained more and more reputation, more news also appeared about the total destruction of towns and suburbs where the forgotten ones resided.
One day while Borwur was leaving after helping Volgur at the forge, he asked him to wait a moment because he wanted to talk to him.
This caught him by surprise, to understand why, you have to know that Volgur was a very taciturn man who, although he was kind with his actions, barely showed feelings or expressions for others, only for his son.
And although Borwur was Vilgir's best friend, he barely had a more than formal relationship with his father, without having exchanged more than a few sentences outside of work in all the years they were together.
It seemed strange to him and he felt the worst, thinking about Vilgir, since he had not seen him for several days and that had only happened again years ago, when he was really sick and almost died, that was the only moment he saw Volgur shed a tear, he seemed so...human.
It sounds bad to say that it is something strange to see a father cry for his son, but accustomed to the stoic behavior of Vorgur it was really something very shocking.
While he was still pondering why she might have asked him to wait, Volgur appeared at the door.
Borwur, come with me for a moment, said Volgur in a tone somewhat different from his usual calm.
Then, Volgur led him to a corner behind the house where the light was dim, and nothing could be seen but the wall of the house reflected in the moonlight and the shadows formed by the forest behind them.
Borwur, you've probably heard about the island's current situation. The revolutionaries have gained a reputation, and for the first time in all these years, the barons of the Four Gods are not only focusing on the mainland, but it seems they're also setting their sights on the island, bringing in troops and organizing them to put an end to the revolution as soon as possible. Obviously, this is speculation, but it's something very serious and worrying.
"What do you mean, barons? Aren't the viscounts the rulers of the island?" Borwur asked, uncomprehendingly.
Ahh, that's true. I forget you've never left here or learned anything. Listen carefully, Borwur, because the world is more complex than it seems.
"Do you know where we are and why we're here?" Volgur said seriously.
"Of course, centuries ago there was a fight between the Gods, the four great Gods: Agni (representing fire), Yala (representing water), Akasha (representing earth), and Pavan (representing air), forming the four elements of life. They faced evil, the opposition of life itself, our ancient God. Once he was defeated, to atone for our sins for having served the wrong God, we were punished and controlled by the viscounts. Although, as time passed, we were even forgotten and banished by them to earn a living in the suburbs or forests or wherever we could," Borwur said proudly after remembering so many things.
Mm, it's not bad, but it's not that simple. In truth, the world isn't just like this. We live on an island where we were banished as punishment, and where four viscounts, each representing a different religion, control us. But there's a large continent several weeks by boat from here where the true representatives of the Gods, the Four Barons, reside. They've never cared about us, but have been busy fighting among themselves and the monsters from the northern part of the continent. The mere fact that there are rumors about them is something new and worrying.
Here, take this and make sure no one sees it. I hope you never have to use it. " - Volgur said as he handed him a small wooden box.
Upon receiving it, Borwur noticed it was heavier than expected, and when he opened it, he was so surprised that he let out a small gasp.
"What are you doing giving me this?" Borwur shout, fear on his face.
"Shh, lower your voice. I've already told you we're in a very dangerous moment." "Take it and don't say anything else," said Volgur.
Borwur wanted to refute, but he had no choice, as Volgur quickly silenced him and urged him to hurry home.
So Borwur returned home, clutching the box tightly to his chest and paying close attention to every little detail so that no one would approach him.
When he got home, he quickly went into a small room they used to store junk and opened the small box. Inside, he found a small iron dagger reflecting the little moonlight that filtered through the holes in the wall.
Shit, if they catch me with this, we're all dead. Why did he have to give it to me? He didn't even give me the option to refuse. Is the situation so complicated that he dares to risk giving me this?- Borwur thought.
Being found with this was tantamount to sentencing the town, and as strict and fair as Volgur was with the rules, Borwur couldn't make sense of the situation.
In the end, he hid the box well and went to dinner with his family as usual, trying to appear as normal as possible. And in the end, even with all the stress and extra thoughts, he finally gave in to exhaustion, and so another day passed, where he made an important decision.