<h4>Chapter 3: The Lively Spirit of the Vige.</h4>


    After about Five years, In another Realm,


    In a quaint vige nestled among rolling hills and lush meadows, the sun cast its golden light upon a scene. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of age-old trees, and the melodious chirping of birds filled the air. It was a peaceful afternoon, much like any other ce in any corner of the world.


    Outside a charming vige house, a scene of childhood innocence unfolded. Two young boys, theirughter as infectious as the warmth of the sun, yed in the spotted shade of a towering oak tree.


    Their bare feet danced in the grass, and their voices echoed "Catch me brudder" said the younger one, running ahead with the carefree joy that only childhood can bring.


    "Williyuum, Stop fah me," said the older boy and giggling running after the small packet of joy.


    The older of the two, with tousled hair the colour of earthy-brown and bright, forest-green eyes, chased after a fluttering butterfly. Hisughter bubbled forth like a clear mountain spring as he tried to capture the elusive creature.


    "Hehe..cetch mey" Hispanion, a younger boy with raven-dark hair and grey eyes, watched in amusement.


    He sat down on the grass, his small hands forming intricate patterns with colourful pebbles he had gathered earlier.


    "Ahhhhh" they screamed and giggled as the older boy stumbled over the younger and fell rolling on the soft grass.


    "Brudder..luek"<i> Wim Stormrider</i> , said and pointed a finger at children ying together at some distance. the little one wiped his drool by hand onto his clothes and stood up running in a zig-zag pattern to them. whereas the older one, <i>Kael Stormrider</i>, stood there picking his nose and then doing the same as his brother "Wait!!", he eximed.


    Around the ying children, the vige seemed to breathe with life, its thatched-roof cottages standing as sentinels of time. Smoke gently spiralled from chimneys, carrying with it theforting scent of home-cooked meals. The vigers went about their daily routines, their lives woven together in the tapestry of this close-knitmunity.


    During this serene scene, the two boys continued to y with others, the children''sughter and energy a testament to the enduring spirit of the vige.


    Laughter echoed through the quiet vige streets as the two mischievous boys, with their father''s approach still a while away, decided to engage in a bit of yful mischief. Their neighbour, a kind and elderly woman known as Mrs Elmsworth, was tending to her garden nearby, unaware of the forting prank.


    The older boy, with a glint of mischief in his earthy-brown eyes, exchanged a sly grin with his younger brother.


    "Willyum...let''s y with auntie!" he eximed, to which William giggled They had a mischievous n in mind, one that promisedughter but no harm.


    Giggling conspiratorially, the boys tiptoed closer to Mrs. Elmsworth, who was carefully tending to her vibrant flowers. Their tiny feet crept silently through the grass as they drew nearer.


    With a sudden, synchronized pounce on her, they leapt forward, yfully bumping into her. Startled, Mrs. Elmsworth let out a surprised gasp, and the bucket of water she had been carrying wobbled dangerously. Her eyes bobbed wide as she realised the moment.


    Before she could regain her bnce, the boys scampered away, theirughter trailing behind them like a joyful melody. Mrs Elmsworth, momentarily unsteady, staggered backwards, her arms iling.


    In a lovely twist of luck, shended in a soft pile of freshly raked leaves, her garden seemingly conspiring with the boys in their yful antics. A cloud of leaves swirled around her, creating a whimsical spectacle.


    Amidst their gleefulughter, the boys rushed to help her up, their innocent faces filled with concern. "Are you all right, Mrs. Elmsworth?" the older one asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry.


    She couldn''t help but chuckle at their antics, her heart warmed by their youthful energy. "Oh, you little rascals," she said with a wink. "I''m just fine. But you two, you''re quite the handful!"


    Their father''s heartyughter would surely join in when he arrived, and Mrs. Elmsworth couldn''t help but appreciate <i>the lively spirit of the vige''s</i> youngest troublemakers.


    As the sun began its descent behind the distant hills, casting long shadows across the vige, a familiar figure appeared on the winding path leading to the vige house. It was their father, a man known throughout the vige for his skill as an iron maker and a master of swordcraft.


    The two boys, who had been ying on thewn, spotted their father''s approach and let out joyous shouts of recognition. "Fayther.....!!!!, With boundless energy, they sprinted toward him, theirughter ringing through the tranquil evening air.


    Their father, <i>Hector Stromrider</i>, a sturdy and warm-hearted man with a twinkle in his grey eyes, weed their embrace with open arms. He scooped them up, one in each arm, and swung them around as they giggled in delight.


    "Ah, my little warriors," he chuckled, his voice filled with affection. "Have you both been good today?"


    The older boy, Kael, his earthy brown hair dishevelled from y, nodded eagerly. "Yes, Father, we caught a butterfly!"


    The younger one, William, with raven-dark hair, added, "And I made a pattern with pebbles!"


    Their father smiled proudly at their small and cheering achievements. "That''s my brave sons."


    With gentle care, he ced them both on his magnificent horse, Ustas, a loyalpanion that had carried him on countless journeys. "Want to have a ride", The boys looked at each other, Kael moved forward to hold William, and the little one looked at his brother with big grey eyes and then at his father, Hector raised his eyebrow and looked at his two pieces of joy, without giving Hector any notice The boys ran and clung to his strong form as he began to walk, leading them toward a nearby meadow. The sun cast a warm, amber glow on the rolling hills, and the meadow was decorated with wildflowers in a riot of colours.


    Their father regaled them with stories of his day''s work, his tales filled with the magic of the forge and the artistry of crafting fine swords. His words painted vivid pictures in the boys'' imaginations, and they hung onto his every word.


    As they strolled through the meadow, a sense of contentment washed over the trio. The vige, with its thatched roofs and chimneys releasing plumes of fragrant smoke, felt like a haven of peace and warmth. In the embrace of their father, the two boys couldn''t help but feel safe and loved, knowing that their family was their greatest treasure.