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*This is my book translated into English. I know there's a lot of mistakes but English isn't my first language so I would be grateful if you would correct me. And when you do that, for example in the comments, I'll immediately correct these mistakes in the book. Thank you and I wish you all the best.*

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"I wll wait for you with Najy." Woman said kindly, saying goodbye to her brother at the threshold of their family home.

"I will come back to you soon." Swaran replied and moved forward into their hometown, Magree.

A quiet, peaceful city of the magical Tribe. Situated deep in a dense forest, this place is literally surrounded by water. Losing streams wrap around the roots of trees overhanging the water. Their wet branches tremble, floating in the delicate air, and the sun's rays reflecting from the drops create an aura of glow around them. Lazily flowing lakes and majestic walls from which the shining water of the waterfall flows down from a height with an impressive noise - all this creates an atmosphere of extraordinary magic and beauty.

Walking on the stone paths surrounding the Water Tribe, can feel that you are in a place where time slows down. A wave of peace and silence overwhelms the thoughts, and the mind hesitates between mystery and boundless peace.

The central point of this magical place is a powerful waterfall. Breaking the silence, it willingly descends from the conical mountain, revealing a variety of shades of white and blue along the way. The water flows down the gigantic rock walls, creating intricately carved grooves that simultaneously hide the secrets of past centuries and the dreams of those who come here. With loud roar and energy, the waterfall pays homage to the Water Tribe, fighting gravity, and finally dissolves into a calm pool, creating a cool and nourishing oasis on this extraordinary land.

At first glance you can see that water is the absolute element here. It's one of the greatest treasures of the village, water - soothing, mysterious, full of emotions. Its calm waves wrap around the rocks and float silently in the air, beating with the melody of nature. Turning towards the waterfall, you can see its majestic beauty. Water flowing down from the mountain in cascades flies away from the real world at that moment, creating an air of despair and sadness. It seems to be an integral part of the life of this tribe, providing a strong connection to nature.

Right next to the waterfall there is a mysterious cave which is said to contain ancient knowledge and power. Deep, dark tunnels lead to unexplored depths where you feel both cold and energy that brings to mind legends and stories passed down from generation to generation.

However, in front of the waterfall, there's the Mother Tree - a powerful, ancient tree that breathed life into this land. A huge tree that proudly raises its branches towards the sky. Its roots reach deep into the earth, permanently embedding it in this place. In the deepest recesses of the Water Tribe, a legend is told that the Mother Tree has the desired power to communicate with nature. The Tree's branches fork at a heavenly height, sweetening the view with beautiful leaves and colorful flowers. There's a delicate scent of flowers and freshness floating around the Tree, which is impossible not to notice. Birds fly around singing songs, adding to the magic and mystery. The Tree not only symbolizes life but is also a place of worship for tribal members. People often come here to relax and find inner peace. Silence and solitude together create an atmosphere full of unexpressed emotions. The water here is clean and bright, as are the mirror surfaces that reflect the reflection of the sun and the surrounding trees. They're a place of true magic, providing their visitors with a moment of detachment from reality.

At night, the Tree appears to emanate its own light, creating an aura of extraordinary energy that attracts anyone who looks in its direction.

It's here that the water dances to the rhythm of noise and silence, creating a symphony that enchants hearts and souls.

The mystery can also be felt as you walk around Magree. The wind that flows through the treetops rustles and whispers undiscovered secrets. The Water Tribe maintains the power of this place for generations, ensuring its protection and preservation of its authentic charm.

Walking around you can see tribal houses. People live in small huts, and some of them are even hidden in tree branches, where you can feel the closeness of the Mother who wraps her arms around her children, transmitting more motherly love.

The Water Tribe is a hidden gem, revealed only to those who can travel through time and open their hearts to the magic of nature. It's a place where peace and mystery combine in an extraordinary way, creating a sad harmony whose beauty exceeds all imagination. While enjoying such a view, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, you can feel your heart fill with extraordinary joy and peace. This is the Water Tribe - a wonderful, mysterious and at the same time inscrutable place.

"Are you going to the market?" The older woman asked, barely able to raise herself on her elbows to look at her son who was packing things.

"Yes." Hamill replied. "Today I'll sell even more of these beauties." He said with a broad smile, pointing to the wooden instruments he created himself. "I'll earn more and buy you a new dress." He said proudly, which caused a quiet laugh from his parent.

"My son... " She called him, so the brunet sat down next to her. The elder gently stroked his cheek, looking at him with great tenderness. "You were created for extraordinary deeds." She repeated. "You're my hero, and one day... you'll also become the hero of all Magree. I'm sure of it. My son will become a great, great man."

Hamill nodded at her words, then said goodbye and left the house. He run towards the market where he always sold his newly created items. He enjoyed great popularity there, and his reliable instruments sold like hot cakes. It gave him great joy. He earned his living only thanks to this, so he tried his best to make his mother proud of him. The woman always told him that in the future he would perform great deeds that would forever be recorded in the chronicles of the Tribes. He heard it so often that he believed it himself.

He didn't complain about the Clan he lived in. He liked being here, but he always felt like something was missing. He felt as if something was holding him back, blocking his further path to success. He wanted to change it, but back then he had no idea how to do it.

His deep thoughts were interrupted by the joyful voices of children in the distance, who watched with great fascination as their older companion showed magic tricks. It was quite a young, tall, light-haired man who sat on a tree branch and, with the help of his skills, created shimmering, flying butterflies and sparrows for children, which flew around, making the youngest children happy. This man was Zubeen. Lord of the Water Tribe.

He's a generous, fair and warm man. He has long hair that reaches almost to the ground. He carries himseld with great grace and charm. One of the most distinguishing elements about him was not only his beautiful, white hair but also the blue crystal attached to the strap. The upper part of the necklace was decorated with leaves arranged in delicate patterns, creating symbols and signs whose meanings may be hidden in the nooks and crannies. The blue color of the stone is like a deep sea wave, the beauty of which tempts and hugs in its own way. This crystal was a symbol of their Tribe and element. Every member had the same one and they all wore them with great pride.

The Lord's voice is always as calm and soothing as the surroundings of their sacred waters. Zubeen often walked around the Tribe's village. He always talked nicely with his compatriots to make sure they didn't lack anything. He liked children and always found time to play with them. Even though he's of blue blood, he has never been arrogant. He believed that they were equal.

Moreover, years ago the man lost his eyesight. His eyes were covered by a light Shaw tied delicately behind his head. Despite losing one of his senses, Zubeen was able to move around his village without difficulty and was also able, according to the villagers, to guess their emotions and feelings.

As the head of their Clan, he was one of the very few humans among the tribes who had the ability to control their element, water. It listened to him and did what he ordered. It was thanks to this magic that he was currently entertaining some of the youngest members of his Tribe. Was it also thanks to this ability that Zubeen found it easier to navigate this world, even despite losing his sight?

"Cute." Alteha said, stopping right next to Hamill.

"Tiring." Brunet replied to her.

The light-haired woman frowned slightly.

"Why?"

Man sighed heavily and then turned towards her.

"Zubeen sometimes, maybe even too often, behaves like not a real Tribal Lord. he behaves in a manner unbecoming of a Tribal Lord." He snorted. "He should remember his duties. His place is in the palace, not..."

"Among his people?" Swaran finished for him, he, together with the youngest sibling, Najy, approached his sister and her friend. "Well, I think you're wrong." He said openly. "A Ruler's place is with his people, not within the cold walls of the palace."

"Besides..." Najy interjected, handing his sister the snack he had obtained. "I don't remember you and Lord Zubeen speaking less formal with each other. Have some respect."

Hamill wanted to object, but in the end he just snorted and approached the person who wanted to buy one of his instruments.

"Why are you always arguing with him?" Althea shook her head.

The brothers exchanged glances.

"We don't argue." The oldest replied.

"We only state facts." The younger one added, shrugging his shoulders.

"But I have a more important question." Swaran interjected again. "Why do you..." He pointed at his sister. "always defend him? Hm?"

The white-haired woman sighed.

"He's my friend." She replied slowly. "And friends protect each other."

"And you're our sister. You should be on our side." Najy said, pretending to look offended, and Althea just shook her head and ruffled her brother's hair.

"Medic!" They suddenly heard a frightened voice. "Medic, quickly!"

Zubeen immediately got to his feet, while the frightened elder ran to Althea, grabbing her hands.

"We need a medic..." She gasped.

Without hesitation, the young woman went after the needy person, quickly followed by her brothers and several curious members of the village. The elder's name was Leora, and she led Althea, who was known in their town as 'The Healer', to her family cottage. White-haired, she specialized in herbs, created medicines and always helped the sick and injured.

When they arrived, the sight of the patient greatly worried the tribal medic. Althea immediately took action. It wasn't the first time she had to intervene with this disease, so she already knew what to do. A disease, or rather that's what the compatriots called it. Recently, their Tribe has begun to suffer from a certain disease, which results in lack of control over breathing, high fever, convulsions, and even turning the body blue. The skin lost its color and began to become dry, cold and rough as stone. However, the symptoms did not last long. Sometimes the attack would subside after a few minutes, sometimes after hours. Only one case lasted longer, two whole days.

After the first such incident, Althea began to investigate the matter deeply. She searched through her old books, looked for herbs, and created new recipes. Thanks to this, she managed to control the patients' illness. People seemed to get better after taking the medicine, but after a few days, everything came back. The medicine didn't work for long, or the disease was too powerful.

While the woman, with the help of her brothers, was taking control of the new patient, Zubeen quietly left the scene.

"Another one." He heard a familiar voice next to him. He knew perfectly well who it belonged to. "Still think it's nothing serious?"

"I never thought so, my dear Deron." The Lord replied calmly and slowly turned towards his friend.

"So what are you going to do?" He asked, then approached his companion and slowly raised his elbow so that the white-haired man could take him by the arm, allowing him to continue walking along the path.

"Same as always." He replied gently. "I will do everything to save my people."

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And we have the first chapter! Yaay!

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