The village felt different.
For years, the people had lived under the guidance of the Emperor, his wisdom shaping every decision, his power ensuring their protection. He had been their leader, their teacher, their protector. And now, he was gone not in body, but in presence.
The morning sun rose as it always did, but the air was heavy. The village square, once a place of gathering and learning under his watchful eye, now felt empty. The children who used to rush to listen to his words now played in silence, casting glances toward the stone platform where he once stood. The warriors, once so eager to train in his presence, now moved sluggishly, their spirits dulled by an unspoken loss.
The elders had been left with the responsibility of leadership, but they were uncertain. Even with the knowledge he had gifted them, even with the systems he had put in place, they felt alone.
Elder Varak, one of the oldest in the village, stood in the center of the square, looking at the faces of the gathered people. Their eyes were filled with doubt.
"He said we must stand on our own," Varak spoke, his voice heavy. "But do we know how?"
A murmur ran through the crowd. Some nodded, their expressions determined, but others looked away.
A young woman named Sera, one of the Emperor's first students in writing and history, stepped forward. Her hands trembled as she clenched them into fists. "He gave us everything, knowledge, strength, purpose. But how do we continue without him? How do we know what is right?"
A silence fell over them all. No one had an answer.*
The night before, many had gathered near the outskirts of the village, hoping for a glimpse of him in the shadows, hoping that he would return and tell them what to do next. But he did not come. And deep inside, they knew he wouldn't.
It was a test. A final lesson.
A young warrior named Harkan broke the silence. "He told us he would always watch. That means he believes in us." His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed his own fears. "If we fail, it is not because he left. It is because we chose to fail. And if we succeed, it is because we earned it."
The words struck deep.
For so long, they had relied on his presence, his power, his decisions. But the Emperor had given them more than just protection he had given them the ability to think, to grow, to lead.
Elder Varak took a deep breath, straightening his posture. "Then we will prove him right." His voice gained strength. "We will keep our laws. We will build. We will teach our children as he taught us. We will survive. And one day, when he does return, he will see that we are worthy of his faith."
A fire lit in the hearts of those gathered.
No longer was it grief that filled their souls it was determination. The Emperor had not abandoned them. He had set them free.
And now, it was their turn to shape their Village.