Veilwalkers: Bonds Across Realms

We were only told about the bad things that happened in the outside world. I kept asking myself how were they knowing all of that given that none of them had been outside before. The more their added to their stories the more I lost my believe in them. If the outside world was really as bad as they were describing it then all of the people that were living there had already died by then. For a person dreaming of exploring the world it was not easy staying in the Veilkin village. By the time I was eight, I had explored every part of the town including the secret tunnels that were built for escaping just in case we were to be discovered. They passed through the mountain to the other side in Laspara.

Veilkin would have continued to be like that and if their was to be an inside change it was only going to get worse. I wished that I belonged to one of the families that left the village. If I had been born by that time, I would have followed them to the outside world myself. Mtendere a descendant of the families that left, was the man who changed the mindset of Veilkins. He had shown the elders that we were destroying ourselves more than how we would be destroyed by the outside. It was as if he had seen that conflicts were rising due to the scarcity of resources, diseases were spreading like we had the same bodies and many of us had malnutrition. Life spans had decreased in the area.

He did not tell us to go into the outside world , he only gave us a way to increase the resources and get medical care through the means of trade. With the effects of the Essentium in Veilkin village, it was easy to produce a lot of good quality raw ingredients than any other producer in the continent. Our raw ingredients had a higher demand and made a lot of profits. A market was constructed outside the village, they could not risk letting the outsiders inside the village knowing what some of them would be capable of. It took more than two years for Mtendere to wake up the elders. They were so obstinate that only words were not enough to make them change their minds. He had to show them first the change that was required through him starting his own trade.

My starting line for the diary changed when Mtendere had finally done it. I started writing my diary like this " Dear diary today like all of my days , I woke up early in the afternoon and went outside to freshen up." I had not left the village yet even though it was alright. I wanted to have enough money first in preparation for the outside world. I was working as a transporter, I carried goods for farmers from the village to the market. I had planned that as soon as my money hit a certain point that's when I would go to live independently in the outside world. I did not really love the job but it was the only job suitable to people of my age.

Waking up in the middle of the day was naturally a lazy undetermined people kind of thing but not in my case. Farmers used their magic to grow crops in the morning and it took them half of the day to finish all of the preparations. I had nothing to do during that whole time so I chose to sleep. Their were about forty transporters including myself. We took turns , ten people per two days. I collected for ten farmers and the others handled the rest.

" I finished dressing up for the cold weather in the forest. I had worn my work suit which was form fitting for me under a minimalist black coat and a plain white shirt with rugged black boots under my feet. I went outside the house. All of the other boys who were sleeping in the same room as me had gotten a head start. They wanted to finish early so that they can prepare for the next day which was a cerebration of the anniversary of the opening of the market. They had the same shift as me only that I had woken up the same time I did everyday. If it was the normal days , I could have found them playing video games in the living room.

It was as beautiful as it always was outside the house. Each and every house had flowers planted around the house and on top of the roofs. It was always filled with a fragrance smell that made a person feel like he was in heaven. My house had a fence yet I could smell all of the flowers and felt like I was seeing them. In the past the only flowers that were available were those of plants that were edible.

My bike was parked inside the fence where I had left it the previous day. My sister had washed it for me as she did everytime I came home with mud on it. My bike was the Délivra .344 the fourth of its version. It was a sleek rectangular green metallic bike with a cart at its back. It was mainly created for transportating goods over a shorter distance and the cart could carry more than 300 kilograms. The speed was close to 60 kilometres per hour. The inside did not have a lot going on , it had a gear box and the stirring wheel beside the controls of a radio.

I took the bike to the first farmers house. Veilkin houses were crumped, the alleys between houses were small that only cats and rats were able to fit through and their was only one road which passed through the village that the bike was able to move through. That farmer was the most successful in the village, he was the owner of my bike and several others which he rented to farmers and transporters. His hard work had paid him in full, when the trading started he was the first one to wake up early in the morning , it was hard to imagine that he was sleeping at night. By the time most of the farmer's were waking up , he was mostly finished with harvesting the crops and was doing the second planting. He had a cattle shelter outside his house and another one with chickens. He was the top supplier of milk in the village.

That day he had not made a lot of the raw ingredients since many farmers avoided working a lot the day before the anniversary.

"Thou art tardy, son." the farmer said to me

"I have come hither at the selfsame hour as I do every day."

"I do abhor thee; dost thou know this?"

Even though we were connecting with the outside world our language was still outdated and we had ways to go inorder to speak like the rest of the world. In an updated language our conversation would have been:

" You are late , son "

"I have come here the same time I do everyday."

" I hate you , do you know that?"

I did not answer his question, I only chuckled. For some reason the farmer hated my me, I wondered why he agreed that I should be driving his bike. I did not think that it was personal since I had those type of grudges with many elderly people around the village. After his boys had finished packing, I gave the farmer a farewell and left.