The chornology journey of Kido

The whispers of distant activities brushed past. Each one Carrie’s by the quick quiet wind. The warm drink in his hand may be considered  under-appreciated, but when you are waking up at 5AM to go hunting, it’s not unappreciated to have a comfort drink on hand. To “Kido” this was the place of peace. He didn’t have to worry about any curfews, wars, people annoying him, especially all the gang activity. Crack! The birds fly, the trees shake, and the 4 legs of the animal he had been looking for were in front of him, a stag. Kido knew that he had the jump on the buck, its broad shoulders made each silent step a solid thunk on the ground. It was a 10 point, the biggest he had seen in this area so close to Galadon, it's now peaceful kingdom being a beacon to nature once more. Kido drew his bow up and just when he began to pull back the string the buck stared at him. His antlers were of 5 Points on each side, it’s antlers perfectly past the ears, but this detail he knew would be pointless if it fled. The stare down was intense, if he just moved the slightest it would flee. Afterall, there is a reason it was as large as it was. Seconds felt like minutes, the urge to cough being forbidden by his conscience. The deer sensing danger but seeing no warning tilted its head down for some apples from a nearby tree, a fatal mistake. Kido finished drawing his string back and-. “NOOO!” cracked from Lagos. Though he may be rusty, knew he could help with whatever danger it may be and raced towards it. Reaching the grave moat, he casted his water from his bucket to the staircase to the walls and found the source. The yell only happened once but sounds of panic could still be heard from the dark tunnels of the underground. Kido still didn’t know what all lay in the darkness of it but dashed  towards his quarters as the start of his search. As he came down the stairs he noticed a figure he had not seen before, or not know for that matter, standing next to one of the magical, wooden vending machines that were in all of Galadonn. The man did not seem hurt but still seemed to be in a state of shock that can only be from when losing something precious. “What’s wrong?!” Inquired Kido. “ my, my hand slipped and I put over 20 thousand dollars in your vending machine.”      “What?” Kido didn’t know he had a box nearby. Galadonn typically had all of its market either in one place or in a labeled building, but he knew he never put one down there. “Please,” the man pleaded, “can I have it back? I’ll let you keep 300 in gratitude.”     At these words all Kido could feel was disappointment. He had scheduled that today he would be doing no interior activities until the next day and here it is taunting him in the face. “Listen, this is one of my few times to be able to go on a hunting trip like the old times before I arrived here. I will get you your stuff tomorrow, but for now, my answer is no.” He left before he even heard the man’s reply. The man would get his money back, but before that Kido had things he needed to write: the chronology of Kido

The arrival to Galadonn was an interesting one at that. Ifirst came to a nation long ago that a government official by the name of Cassiath oversaw. Due to repeated problems with the leader being a tyrant, instead of Cassiath starting a revolution, he simply left for a land far away from there. Due to his popularity, many people joined him. Considering the only person to ever talk to me was Cassiath, it seemed only right for kiddo to follow him onto this grand exodus. It took days worth of travel, but at last, they arrived at their small camp named Galadonn. Over the course of many weeks Galadonn began to explode with growth. Its policies were being made, the economy sore due to hard workers like odarium and bonk with their pie factory, and builders such as Swampy creating the walls to protect from invasion. Sadly, Cassiath, or who I thought was Cassiath, was actually his son Cassius; his father being murdered by the hands of a trusted friend. With one final goodbye to his son he departed leaving his son Cassius to inherit the duty to lead the journey and be crowned king of galadon. I did not notice this until his uncle Gus said his name instead of the man who inspired me.

The page became blurry to kiddo’s confusion only to realize he was tearing up some. This was a little unusual since Kido rarely made attachments but considering what Cassiath did for him, it does make sense. He knew just the trick to help him calm down. Galloping down his stairs to his basement he uncovered a normal looking barrel to reveal instant hot chocolate mugs. After a careful spinning of the mug the chocolate changed from a still black to a warm brown steaming with heat. After a few minutes of enjoying his beverage, he once more sat down to scribe his arrival to Galladon

The move from a hotel room to an underground cave was actually more than I could ever have wanted since I tend to prefer things in the ground more than above them. I temporarily found success as a miner supplying resources to the walls and castle, which at one point bankrupted the head builder himself! The king eventually took care of this issue by making guilds for people to join and develop, instead of sweeping the legs of others' pockets. Through this he also strengthened the military, allowing volunteers to join wars and adding structure to the military and even giving Kido a role as tactical advisor.

The people of Galadon have seen some times of humiliation, such as the war against Aldovir, which was started over a suspiciously early pregnancy couple being shattered by lies. Cassius feeling betrayed by his wife destroying his peoples legacy and records, and his wife, who will not be named, being verbally attacked constantly. I will not share my opinion on who I believe but the war Unexpectedly ended in a stalemate rather than a victory, but their overall morale stayed the same. It's very rare for something to really bug the people of Galadon unless it goes against their way of life.

Setting the quill down after an hour's worth of nearly constant editing and writing, Kido cracked a hot one from his hot chocolate stash. Looking around the upper town at dark, everything seemed an eerie quiet. The normally flapping flags themselves even slept in this calm night with the full moon giving light to the darkness. “What am I missing?” Kido pondered. He had written about the history of their travels, but something was clearly missing. it was something that was more of his opinion rather than fact that needed to be recorded. A sip from the chocolate miracle and he realized immediately, “Renortion!”. Taking the steps back down the damp stone stairs, kiddo returned to his quarters and began once more.

Renortion is a religion unseen by my eyes or ears before. It is an idea of reincarnation like others but impurity will delay one’s rebirth. Their great teacher or god has powers to remember their past while others simply forget but have some of their previous selves traits. It never seems clear to me how this religion makes sense. The idea of being reborn once more physically but not remembering seems more as an attempt at blind faith than truth. The only one who can confirm these things are their teacher known as “the watcher”, but how can we trust him if only he knows? I am a skeptic on this issue as I have yet to find a reason for a god here other than the king’s structure. Perhaps if Gus explained it more clearly my mindset would change, but for now, my reason to live is to work hard for myself and have a laugh doing it.