Chapter 133. The Mother’s Murderer

Eryndor’s POV

I found myself drifting back into the memory of my youth, recalling the long-ago days when my family and I lived in that mountain village perched high above the world. My earliest recollections always began with the crisp mountain air and the simple warmth of home. My father ruled that village not only as its chief but also as its finest hunter—a position I admired but never fully appreciated at the time, for the people around us were strong and capable, making his leadership feel almost ceremonial to my younger mind.

Yet even then, I strove to follow in his footsteps, determined to become a hunter worthy of carrying his name. At my side stood my sister, gifted with beautiful grace and teleportation magic so rare that the villagers often watched her shimmering into existence with awe.

She was my equal in skill and a comforting presence I depended on. And then there was my mother—perhaps the gentlest soul I have ever known—whose talent for heal