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It is said that this village has a guardian deity.
The guardian deity of water, the guardian deity of forests, and the guardian deity of fire.
These three pillars have been especially valued.
Because clean water is essential to life,
The people never forgot to be grateful every time they drank the water.
The rich and deep forests provide life and fresh air.
That's why I was grateful to the guardian deity of the forest every day.
Unlike the other two, the guardian deity of fire lived a little further away.
If things go wrong, fire can burn up all the water and forests.
So, the forest is covered in fog, the water is murky,
If the fire burns abnormally strong,
People sensed that their guardian angel was angry or in a bad mood.
I bowed my head quietly before it and prayed.
However, those who have actually seen the guardian deities of water, forest, and fire,
There is no one in this village.
Only rumors remain.
They have the same appearance as humans,
The guardian deity of the forest is clad in pure white angelic clothing,
The guardian deity of water wears a deep blue, watery robe,
The guardian deity of fire is said to have worn a fiery red robe.
Moreover, these guardians
Apparently he can also take on the form of animals.
If you hear this much, it's hard to believe.
however--
Once you step into the guardian deity's domain,
No one knows whether they will be blessed or punished.
A young man recklessly entered the area,
He never came back.
Since then, no one has dared to cross that boundary.
This story takes place in a house in such a village.
——Would you like to hear it?
The sun sets and the crescent moon rises at night.
Screams echoed from one of the houses.
It was the sound of a woman straining desperately to give birth.
And after a long, long time
Finally, the baby's cry rang out through the village.
Drops that could not be described as sweat or tears flowed down the face of the mother.
His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I want to see the baby too."
Desperately opening my heavy eyelids,
That's what her mother wanted.
But his father's face was grim.
It was as if she was saying, "I never wanted a child like this."
"Did something happen...? What happened...?"
The mother asked anxiously,
The father replied briefly, "There's nothing wrong."
"...That's good.... What should we name the baby...?"
The mother smiled, even though she was out of breath.
I looked up at the sky.
"Crescent moon... it's a crescent moon tonight...
Well, let's just use the temporary name "Chosen" for now."
"Chosen."
It was a soft and beautiful sound.
Her mother gently spoke his name,
She reached out to hold the baby.
But the father did not give the baby to her.
He stood up.
"Why…?"
When his mother asked him that question, his father distorted his face and shouted.
"I wanted a boy!
I don't want a woman!"
With that, she grabbed the baby and ran out of the house.
My mother knew without even looking.
What are you trying to do to that little life?
"No... Chosun..."
Even if I scream with all my might,
My body wasn't listening to me.
Then she lost consciousness, calling out her child's name.
The father went to
It was the "guardian forest" they worshipped.
You get it, right? The plot is already starting to unfold.
He didn't cross the line,
He left the baby in the woods with only his arms outstretched.
And one more thing.
"...This child's temporary name is Chosun."
Saying that, he ran away.
Naturally, the baby cried.
The cold weather makes your body temperature drop,
In a place without fire or bedding
The light of life was going out.
--At that moment.
"Chosen, huh..."
"You're a baby, but you're so noisy."
The guardian deity of the forest appeared.
……end.
What are you staring at so much?
Want to know more?
I'll only write up to here.
be on one's mind?
——I'm curious too.
What will the guardian of the forest do with the baby?
Do you think it will help?
Or will you abandon them?
Everyone thinks they'll definitely help, but...
Because I'm a writer.
Even if you kill him, the story can continue.
We'll see what happens...
I'll leave it to your imagination.