Atlas Double Star Book

The author has something to say: a chapter will be updated tomorrow night (not yet finished).

And because this chapter is the teacher's life, I want to show it separately.I personally like QwQ very much too

These three chapters pay tribute to a short story in "Earthsea Tales" by Grandma Le Guin, "Bones of the Earth".Really one of my favorite western fantasy stories TAT

I have posted on Weibo, you can search for keywords, I really want to share it with everyone.

In his meaningless life, he had seen two miracles.

"Who are you? Why are you lying in the snow pit? You will die if you go on like this."

Above the pit, a fair-haired boy appeared, rosy and healthy, wearing a respectable woolen cloak.Looks about his age.

The snow kept falling, and the exhaled white air blurred his vision.

"I know, I'm waiting..." He was lying on the bottom of the pit, most of his body was covered by snow, his body was so cold that he couldn't feel it, and he almost fell asleep completely.He didn't want to say much at first, but thinking that this might be the last person he saw before he died, he still couldn't help talking to the blond boy.

"Daddy told me to wait here... but he won't come again... There's no need to lie to me."

The blond boy looked angry, "Your father abandoned you."

"It's impossible... I'm sick, and it will probably cost me a lot of money. This year, the vineyard suffered from a drought, and my family can't help it. I have four younger brothers and sisters. Abandoning me, my parents can support others child……"

The blond boy asked, "Will you not be reconciled?"

"...It's a valuable thing."

"Then do you want to be my friend?" The blond boy suddenly said, "This is also a valuable thing. I just lack a friend. Think about it, come home with me, or lie here and freeze to death?"

Snowflakes fell and fell on the boy's face.Blue eyes, he noticed that the other party had a pair of jewel-like blue eyes.

An adult was calling in the distance, and the blond boy responded to his father, saying that he would be right there.The boy knelt down on the edge of the snow pit and held out his hand to him:

"One last time, do you want to be my friend?"

He thought he would hesitate as usual.

But his frozen body had already responded by itself—he struggled and held the hand.

"Hello, my name is Hein Bernhard."

The blond boy smiled.

From that moment he understood that if he was a useless stone, there was also a sun in the world.

And it is impossible for man to reject the light.

Hein is a genius.

The adults dote on Hein.The apprentices were either jealous or envious.What others need to work hard to do, for Hein, it doesn't take much effort.Hein memorized the entire scroll after only reading "Forty Islands of Ibane" once.But the boy's ambition is not here, but he is more willing to recite the great epic "Omegalona", "Sybil's Battle Song", and "The Expedition of the Four Kingdoms".Epics are history, worlds die and come back again and again, heroes bring torches and are burned, forgotten, betrayed.The boy always took his friend to skip class, and the two climbed to the dragon statue on the sea cliff and sat down, chatting about those heroic stories.

"Ederel, do you have any wishes?" the blond boy asked him.

"I have no wishes."

"So what do you want to do?" Hein moved towards him curiously, and the two sat closer.

"nor."

He lied.

In fact, he wanted to hold his friend's hand.Or as long as the two of them stay like this for a while longer.

"Ederel, you should have something you aspire to do. You have such a good mind, you will definitely become an outstanding scholar in the future. This is a good wish, isn't it?"

It never occurred to him.

"Ederel, you're going to be a great scholar."

The boy laughed.

The setting sun shone like gold on that soft hair.

"Then come help me, I'm going to get over there, over there, and over there—" The boy suddenly stood up on the top of the statue, pointing his arms south, east and west.

He was startled, for fear that his friend would fall.

The airflow suddenly rises, lifting the flock of birds to the sky, towards the translucent and blue vortex.

The boy spreads his arms—

"I want my own epic."

He looked up and saw the swirling clouds, blindingly white, rising toward the watery and brilliant blue of the dome.

At that time, he knew that he and Hein were completely opposite people.

Hein was destined to be a hero.Perhaps it is precisely because the world calls that such a person will be born.

And what about a man like him?

Studying? He likes it very much, but he has never given it much thought.

If "becoming a scholar" could be of value to Hein, then he had no reason to refuse.So he tried his best and forced himself to memorize one book after another.Repeatedly, forget it after memorizing it, and then have to stay up late at night.He is an ordinary person and has no talent. Mr. Pross once advised him not to torture himself like this.But he didn't want to disappoint Hein.Or... this is what he longs for, to be useful, even if he is so insignificant.

As long as it is carved, the stone can also become a sundial and a scale, announcing to the world with its own shadow——

time of the sun.

Once, he even thought that he and Hein could bring stars to the world.

When the friends swore two gold coins, one was melted and cast as the gold ornament on Hein's sword, and the other became his ring.

Venus hangs high—

Like a stamp, the shining sword of victory is held high, and when the prayer is writing in the middle of the night, the ink and light hesitate.

The one who is beautiful, the one who is miraculous, the one who is surrounded by flowers and love, the one who has the power to bring glory and peace.If victory is not for such a man, what hour is there for poets to devote their absolute zeal to the sun?

The good news, the white flag raised in the distance, the flower petals thrown by the girls in triumph.The knights are loyal to Hein, and the monarch trusts Hein with all his heart.

Pure white albatross, flawless rhyme.

That person is the torch, destined to bring miracles to the country in the eyes of everyone, Peleas never doubted.He also imagined that when the writers praised Hein's friendship, maybe he could also be a footnote in it.As long as this is enough, his secret emotions are enough to calm down.

Just the thought of Hein living happily, with a wonderful wife and children, made his own life seem bearable.Like a star in the distant high sky, shining on him.

however.

The man fell right in front of him, blood gushing from his severed throat, and the rain poured down.

Pelias watched helplessly.

He wanted to press the wound on Hein's neck, but he couldn't.Everything in front of me is just a memory.The blood wouldn't even stain his hands red, the alley was so quiet, there wasn't even a single person accompanying Hein at the last moment.

As he watched, the light in that person's eyes dimmed.

alone.

shamefully.

Blood was still pouring out and knives were thrown by the side of the road.it's over.

Why is this so?

The sword snapped.The sun went out.On the contrary, people like him are alive.

"I'm counting on you, Neal."

Hein entrusted his only son to him.But what did he do?He betrayed a friend.

neil.

A small flame, the last trace of that person in the world.

Little boy, flower in blood, another miracle.The little star sleeping in his arms.How familiar is the soft light.

He also vowed to do everything possible to protect the boy.

But what did he do?

The roster was exhausted, and he and the library were completely swallowed by "books."

He thought that this was the moment he had longed for.Like a stone, sinking into the deep sea, with pain, hatred, guilt and research that should not continue to exist.And Neil would survive.The sunrise on the sea, the future, and the grand morning glow unfold in the eternal wilderness.

It's almost over.He deserved peace.

but……

The kid saved him.

When he returned to the world, what he saw was Neil's death—the horn of the giant beast tore Neil's chest completely.

Blood gushes out, the punctured chest is mangled, and the heart and lungs have been torn apart.

The boy fell asleep, his hands dropped into the water, as if he was in no pain.

That's his Neil.

Like a young descendant, resting briefly and peacefully in the statue, completely unaware of the pain in the world.

Why is this so?

why?

Neil, Neil, everything he loved.Blood, fatal wounds, knives.

"Teacher, look at this!"

Edelweiss flowers, shiny stones in the river, fruits, dandelions, little snowmen, butterflies, reed-woven puppies... Time and time again, little Neil came running full of expectations, and carefully placed the presents in his hands in the in his hand.

The little guy had bright eyes, hugged his leg, and smiled.

"Teacher likes Neil too, okay?"

Blood.Neal's eyes were closed, and blood trickled down his arm.

When he walked by holding the boy's hand, the ground was full of wild flowers.It seems that in those ten years, he really lived.

Happy, warm and deeply loved. "Teacher, don't be afraid, I won't go anywhere." Whenever he woke up at night because of illness, Neil would always say that.

The child who would hold his hand and accompany him tenderly on snowy nights.

Disappeared.blond boy.

was killed.

Neil was covered in blood, wearing his father's armor, and was held in his arms.

All because of him.

He did it.Hein and Neal were all his fault.

When the sun fell, people like him survived.Why is it always like this?

Is this some kind of punishment?Is it because of his incompetence, humbleness, selfishness, cowardice... so it is like this?He obviously insisted on doing the right thing, gave up his worthless expectations time and time again, and dedicated all possibilities to the light.But why?

In the end, he's still wrong and can't save anyone.

If I had died in that snow pit at the beginning, all the mistakes would not have happened.Hein is still alive, shining on everyone.As for Neil, the teenager will grow up in a prominent family and will become the pillar of the country just like his father.All will be happy.all……

It shouldn't be like this.

"In that case, forget it," said the man.

what.

Yes Yes……

Ok.

He said.

The spell of the end—

When the earth heard it, it closed all the passages, sealed the labyrinth, and swallowed up the mage who had abandoned himself.