Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 7 - Our Promise

As many people in Wheatville know (or maybe even in Pensylon), this place is very shabby.

So seedy, sleeping in the room, in another room, or outside the house also feels almost no difference.

Even if I think about it, sleeping in someone else's house also feels the same as sleeping in the house so seedy.

I don't remember how many times in my life I slept outside, and how many times I slept inside. I mean, I'm 14 years old, of course that memory has been thrown into the sea.

However, there was only one outside sleeping experience that I remember to this day. Memory itself happens because I still often dream of that experience.

Or did the dream come from me who remembered the experience? I don't know, there's a lot of things in this Skurgenral that are really mysterious if I remember any more.

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Five years ago, exactly one night the air was really suitable for sleeping outside the house. Does not make the body shiver, nor does it force us to open at least one layer of our clothes.

Once again let me emphasize, Wheatville is so seedy that sleeping outside and inside makes almost no difference.

That night, Norman and Victoria chose to sleep under a large tree in the middle of the forest where we often gathered.

Wooofh!

Norman tapped the two stones in his hand until there were a few sparks that hit the wooden branch that Victoria and I had collected earlier.

Creating a bonfire that not only warms and illuminates the place, but also repels the ants that have always disturbed us. I remember well the ants were not as much as they are now.

"Well, you're so great, Norman!" praise Victoria.

"It's normal." Norman low.

"What's so common, Norman? You just lit a fire!" my spoken.

I'm not making it up, lighting that fire is very, very difficult. To start a fire, you swiped an iron handle and a barb (some call it Flint and Steel) until you made some sparks.

Not only that, the spark must also hit a combustible object. The process not only takes time, but also takes energy and patience.

That difficulty is what makes up the majority of Wheatville's population (or perhaps the entire Pensylon?) choose to keep a fire that has been lit rather than extinguishing it and re-igniting it.

I mean, I remember my father cursing so many times because of the difficulty of starting a fire when the fire in the kitchen was extinguished because Christina accidentally spilled hot water there.

And Norman had just made a red flower bloom as if it were an easy thing, capitalizing on a stone with metal. What is ordinary?

"That's it, no need to think about it. We'd better just look at the outer space up there. Beautiful isn't?" Norman shifted the conversation while pointing at the blackish-blue sky.

His index finger casts an imaginative light (my imagination to be more precise) up there which makes me and Victoria pay attention to the imaginary object until it is finally lost in the sky.

Srek.

The clump that was hit by my weight let out a friction sound. The sound was heard and repeated because Norman and Victoria did the same.

The three of us lay on the grass. Lying up like a slacker who is almost as hymn. Without the slightest care that our bodies will sooner or later be bitten by dozens or dozens of ants.

"You're right." replied Victoria.

I closed my eyes for a while, and then said what I had just read in my grandfather's book at that time (before my father burned it five years later, exactly yesterday the day after).

"Do you? That said, the beautiful lights up there came from a collection of lanterns from houses on the clouds." I chanted.

Of course I didn't know back then that the book might have been just a fictional fairy tale. Honestly, even though I like reading my grandfather's books...

Not infrequently I think that the contents of the book are just a delusion. One of them is in this case. Especially after I got to know the word "star"

"Huh? What did you say?" Norman was surprised to hear my story.

"Hehehe... Christopher... Christopher... Your delusion always makes me laugh." Victoria chuckles at my story.

"Hey! That's real! I read it from my grandfather's book!" my dispute.

"Logically, Kristoff. That's not possible. The lantern light won't be that bright.

If the lanterns were that bright, then Wheatville wouldn't be this sealed. Or it won't even be dark at all."

Norman spoke again based on logic, but we were nine years old. This kid is really smart.

"really? But I don't think if Wheatville used a lantern like that, Pensylon Soul wouldn't want to visit Wheatville. Even seeing him wouldn't want to..." Victoria says.

Unlike Norman, Victoria actually believed in the Spirit of Pensylon.

In fact, the three of us were often "fingered" by the Hendrickson family that the darkness that existed throughout Skurendal every night was caused by the Soul of Pensylon continuously pursuing the Soul of Suldruli due to the vengeance of the Dragon War.

Victoria as a member of the Hendrickson family truly believes that the darkness of the night was caused by the Soul of Pensylon.

Unlike me who does not believe in such things (at least now). Especially Norman who I think almost did not believe at all.

"Come, Victoria. You know that Pensylon Soul is not real at all, right?" ledek Norman's.

"What are you talking about, Norman? Pensylon's soul is real, you know!" dispute Victoria.

"not real. It's just a fairy tale."

"That's real! The proof is Mr. Rivers once said he'd seen it firsthand!"

"Impossible,"

"But real!"

"No!"

"Real!"

"No!"

"Real!"

Hadeh...

It's noisy.

The air is cold too.

I think I'd like to take a nap...

"Kristoff! Pensylon's soul is real, isn't it?!"

"Kristoff! Pensylon's soul isn't real, is it?!"

"Well, why am I?" I said shocked because I was daydreaming.

"Pensylon's soul is real, right?" ask Victoria.

"Pensylon's soul isn't real, is it?" ask Norman.

Hadheh. Just-there's. About the darkness they both fought like this...

Hm...

Come to think of...

I kept quiet until I finally spoke up.

"Think, can we change Wheatville for the better, Norman?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Norman and Victoria were both confused by what I just said. To be honest, I was also confused about what I was saying at the time.

"You should have said that Wheatville would be so bright if the lanterns above the clouds were real, right?

Do you think we can really make that happen?"

"Hey, Kristoff. I think you should stop reading your grandfather's book. It's starting to drive you crazy." Norman's response was kind of cruel.

"Norman's right, Christopher." Victoria agreed too.

At that time, I was so excited that I got out of my bed and stood up.

"No! Imagine what would happen if Wheatville were really that bright! Wheatville's gonna be better!" myrag.

"Christopher..." Victoria, who was lying down, lifted half her body until she sat down. His face was skeptical.

Norman is the same, but the difference is, Norman puts his thumb finger on his chin. His face was also very different from Victoria's. He was interested in my words.

"I mean, if Wheatville's constantly bright like that. We don't have to worry about crop thieves or farm thieves!

Not only that, the plant will also grow quickly if the light remains even at night! That's good, right?" my wild idea started to come out of my head.

Victoria was more confused by my somewhat careless explanation (i can't blame her, anyway), but Norman was more and more interested.

"Well how do people sleep with such bright light?" Victoria asked.

"Eh, that's right!" I said.

Then Norman spoke up...

"The bright lantern light will only be outside the room. We can close the window so that the light does not come in.

If it's not dark enough, we can cover each of our eyes with a cloth."

"Norman, you're my savior!" I thought at the time.

"If so, how does it differ from the typical Wheatville days?" Victoria asked as if she was not satisfied.

"Because Wheatville is always bright, there will be activities, right? People's sleeping hours will be different.

So there will be no such thing as a thief because at all times there must be someone watching." Norman spoke with his idea.

"You're smart, Norman." I said.

"This was your idea." he replied.

Of course five years later, the idea was a ridiculous one and made absolutely no sense. I mean, plants need nights too, right?

That is why the Divine Dragon created the Pensylon Shadow Dragon, so that its creatures can rest for better tomorrow activities.

After all, it only took a year later for the three of us to both laugh at that ridiculous idea.

But that's not all I remember that night.

"But do you think we can really change Wheatville for the better?" Victoria is not sure.

"Of course you can! There's Norman!" I said sure.

"Come on, I'm not that good. I mean, this bright light idea was yours, wasn't it, Kristoff?

Plus, with Victoria's question just now, we can further solidify our idea of executing that plan.

The three of us together can change Wheatville, you know?" norman answered while pointing his little finger.

I agree with Norman, can be seen from my smile that only I can feel. While Victoria was still not too sure, but began to open up.

"What Norman meant was, the three of us can change Wheatville for the better as long as the three of us stay together." I concluded as I grabbed Norman's little finger with the little finger as well.

Victoria smiled this time. He also believes in that.

"All right, then. Promise?" he said as he grabbed our little finger with his little finger.

Norman and I nodded our heads in a sign that we agreed.

Again, I thought of something back then...

"We are the children of Wheatville who will turn the future of this slum into a great city.

Comprised of Christopher Hamilton." I said.

Norman and Victoria were silent to see my stray, again (and again I could not blame them)

"Continue, fool!" my whiskey.

"Victoria Hendrickson." Victoria continued my words.

"And Norman Alexander." Norman continued on.

I smiled, and returned to my thoughts.

"Promise that:

One, we won't hurt each other." I continued.

After that, I looked at the two friends in front of me. They seemed confused to find good words to continue my words.

"Two, we won't hate each other." Victoria vowed a few seconds later.

Norman was shocked when Victoria thought those words were faster than him. Therefore, Norman closed his eyes for a moment before continuing on with...

"Last, we won't leave each other." Norman's ending.

The promise, although it seemed spontaneous and somewhat forced and I was also sure that my friends had also forgotten the promise.

But trust me, I will always remember that promise for the rest of my life.

Promise, which ironically together we broke yesterday.

I promised I wouldn't hurt each other, but I beat up Norman yesterday.

Victoria promised that she wouldn't hate each other, but yesterday she shouted out loud that she hated Norman.

Norman promised not to leave each other, but yesterday he left me and Victoria here.

Like it or not, I had to swallow the fact that the friendship of the three of us would probably only last until last night. Even if I could be honest, I would like to be friends with them for longer.

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