The night before leaving.
Loran Hill slept in the Qiong Tower. Outside the window was the dark mountains and there was no light inside the house.
As the girl fell into a peaceful slumber, a faint pattern emerged from her forehead: a pale golden sun pattern, framed by lotus-like feathers. As the pattern illuminated, a golden glow like water shone on the girl's hair, subtly illuminating her sleeping form.
After the pattern dimly lit up, it shifted between bright and dark, seemingly unstable, before another pattern replaced the sun. It was a silver moon disk, surrounded by what appeared to be branches and leaves.
When the silver moon pattern lit up, the golden light on the hair also dissipated, replaced by a faint silver light that spread along the hair.
The faint silver moon flickered and the pattern of the sun appeared one after another, as if they were vaguely competing for something, and the two appeared alternately.
Time passed slowly, and finally, as if both were tired, they gradually died down and returned to normal. The room was dark again, and the girl's hair turned back to its normal black color.
And at this time the night is at its deepest.
In his dream, Loran Hill seemed to be experiencing a bizarre world firsthand.
It was an extremely ancient and barbaric era, and the world was inhabited by intelligent races of varying appearances. Among them were graceful women with wings flying in the sky, warriors galloping and shouting on wildebeests across the land, musicians with pointy ears sitting in trees, and travelers riding whales in the sea.
From my perspective, I seem to be a race without any special abilities, mediocre and weak, who can only look up to other races who are fully expanding themselves.
But after many years, this phenomenon finally began to change.
It was an unforgettable night. A young girl looked with envy at the figure flying across the sky, so beautiful and powerful.
She has blood-red eyes, three pairs of blood-red wings, and skin as white as the moon.
The figure spotted the girl in the woods and slowly folded her wings and descended.
"What's your name?" He walked slowly closer, with a hint of kindness between his gentle brows.
"I don't know. I don't have a name." The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the dreamlike scene.
"Oh... How about I give you a name?" The woman touched the girl's hair.
"Just call me Jules."
"Red as blood, short for Lilith."
The girl nodded, as if she understood.
"What a good child." The woman hugged the little girl in front of her. There seemed to be some tears in her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.
After hugging each other quietly for a while, the woman slowly rose up, and the three pairs of bright red wings behind her also emitted a soft light.
"This is the first time we meet, and perhaps the last time we meet."
"Let me give you a gift." Her figure gradually became illusory, like rippling water.
As the woman finished her words, the bright moon in the sky gradually turned silver, and then a slight sound was heard in the sky, as if something was breaking.
Meteors of various colors streaked across the night sky and fell to the earth. Among them were blue, green, orange, yellow and so on.
One of the deep red meteors also fell here, and under the guidance of the woman's fingers, it sank into the little girl's eyebrows.
"Goodbye. I have to be a strong child in the future." After doing these things, the woman seemed to be exhausted to the extreme, and her body was on the verge of breaking.
"You, what's your name?" the little girl asked as she looked at the figure that was about to disappear in the sky.
"Wa."
As these last words rang out, his body turned into grains of light sand and disappeared with the wind.
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Early in the morning, a small bird with gray-blue feathers landed on the windowsill, chirping and occasionally jumping a few times. It flew back and forth on the stone windowsill, tilted its head to look at the room, and there seemed to be nothing suitable for breakfast. Then it flapped its wings and flew away.
The girl at the head of the bed drowsily opened her eyes to the sound of birds chirping and slowly sat up. Her head seemed a little heavy, sometimes drooping, sometimes lifting. After a long while, she stretched and regained her consciousness.
It was a long dream, as if it had lasted for hundreds of years. While stretching, the girl suddenly noticed a complex blood moon pattern flash across the back of her hand, then vanish.
Strange, was it an illusion? She blinked, but didn't see the pattern again.
At this moment, she recalled the girl with blood-red hair and eyes in her dream, who was called a witch.
The Blood Moon Witch, Julis, led a rough and legendary life. She led a race not favored by any outsiders and established the first human nation in the barbaric wilderness.
That indomitable and stubborn look was so shocking even in the flames, and it was unforgettable all night.
The girl sat at the head of the bed for a long time before she came out of that distant memory.
I have to be strong too. She put on her clothes, fixed her hair, and walked down the stairs.
Today is the day of departure. She will also leave this peaceful little village and head towards the unknown and vast world.
Although I don’t know what’s waiting for me in the future, this is just a small obstacle in life.
When Loran Hill walked across the wooden plank road between the Qionglou, the sound of his wooden clogs made a slight sound, which spread lightly to the other side.
"Good morning, Lan Xier." An aunt looked up and saw the girl and greeted her with a smile.
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