Emmanuel Salvador Papa
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38 - Road Beyond (End of Book 1?)
🕑 Added 2025-10-10 07:20:19 +0000 UTCThe first light of dawn crept softly through the curtains, brushing over the room with a pale gold warmth.
The manor was still quiet—too early for the bustling steps of servants and the low chatter that usually filled the halls. Outside, the air was cool, mist clinging faintly to the edges of the windowpanes.
Luna stirred.
She hadn’t meant to wake up so soon, in fact, she’d promised herself she would sleep in after the long celebration the night before. But sleep, it seemed, had other plans.
Her heart had been fluttering all night with a familiar, restless energy—the same feeling she always had before starting something new.
It reminded her of those mornings back in her previous world, the ones before school trips, when excitement and nervousness tangled together in her chest until she couldn’t tell them apart.
She groaned softly, sitting up and stretching her arms high above her head. “Ugh… morning already?”
Her voice came out in a sleepy rasp. She yawned, blinking at the soft golden light filtering into the room. Her muscles ached faintly—part exhaustion, part contentment.
The farewell party had gone on late into the night, laughter and music spilling through the manor halls, a memory that still danced somewhere at the back of her mind.
For a moment, she just sat there, legs crossed on the bed, looking around the now-familiar room. The neatly folded cloak on the chair, the satchel by the bedside table, the faint scent of honey and soap still lingering in the air—all of it made her chest tighten just a little.
It had only been a week, yet the place already felt like a small part of her story.
“Time to get up,” she whispered to herself, voice low but firm.
She hopped out of bed, bare feet padding softly against the cool floor. A flick of her fingers summoned a faint shimmer of water magic, washing over her like a morning shower.
Droplets hung in the air for a second before dissolving, leaving her skin fresh and her hair soft and dry. It was one of those small luxuries she’d gotten used to.
When she was done, she pulled on her travel clothes, the simple tunic, the sturdy boots, and her blue cloak. The fabric still smelled faintly of the manor’s lavender detergent—comforting, homely.
She packed her satchel carefully, tucking away her few belongings—spare clothes, a pouch of coins, her little stash of candies, and the map Baron Eldwin had given her earlier in the week.
When everything was in place, she fastened the clasp with a soft click and gave the room one last look. The bed was neatly made, and the curtains were still half-drawn.
“Thank you,” she murmured quietly—to the space itself, perhaps, and to the memories it now held.
Then she slung the satchel over her shoulder and stepped outside, closing the door behind her with a gentle thud.
Her eyes drifted to the door beside her own. Sarah’s room.
She hesitated.
The thought of waking Sarah crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. Sarah had looked so exhausted last night, eyes soft with contentment and laughter after days of worry finally washed away. She deserved rest.
Still, Luna found herself walking toward the door. She stopped just outside it, her hand resting lightly on the handle. Gently, she pushed it open a crack.
Through the narrow gap, she saw Sarah fast asleep, her hair a dark spill across the pillow, her breathing slow and peaceful. The early light painted her face in a soft glow.
Luna smiled.
“She looks happy,” she whispered under her breath.
There had been a time—not long ago—when Sarah’s expression was all tension and fear, when she doubted herself at every turn. But now, Luna could see it, the quiet peace that comes when a heart finally accepts that it’s allowed to love, and to be loved in return.
And that was enough for Luna.
She didn’t need to say goodbye out loud.
Leaning forward slightly, she whispered, “I’m leaving first, Sarah. Be happy, okay? You’ve got Darren and everyone here. You’ll be fine.”
Her words lingered in the air for a heartbeat before she closed the door softly, careful not to make a sound.
When she turned away, her eyes were bright, though not from tears—just from the mix of warmth and melancholy that always came with goodbyes.
The manor’s halls were quieter than usual as Luna made her way through them. The morning staff had just begun their duties, a few servants carrying linens and trays blinked in surprise when they saw her.
“Good morning, Lady Luna,” they greeted, bowing respectfully.
Luna waved a hand in flustered dismissal. “Good morning! And no ‘Lady,’ please. Just Luna.”
Some of them smiled awkwardly but nodded anyway, amused by the little girl who treated titles like they were itchy coats to shrug off.
The air smelled faintly of polished wood and baking bread—a comforting scent that filled the manor every morning.
Luna inhaled deeply, imprinting it in her memory. She’d grown fond of it. It was the smell of safety, of warmth, of belonging… and maybe that was why leaving felt just a little heavier than she expected.
Still, she had decided.
She had done what she came here to do.
Sarah and Darren were together, their future steady and certain. The weight between them had lifted, replaced by smiles and quiet understanding. That was what Luna had wanted from the start—to help them be together.
Now that she had, there was nothing holding her back.
“Time to go,” she murmured to herself, determination blooming behind her smile.
Before stepping out of the manor entirely, there was one more thing she needed to do—one more farewell she couldn’t leave unsaid.
Baron Eldwin had opened his home to her, treated her with kindness far beyond duty, and supported both Sarah and Darren with a generosity that had moved her deeply. Luna couldn’t simply vanish without thanking him properly.
So, with her satchel slung across her shoulder, she made her way through the quiet halls toward his office.
The corridor leading there was dimly lit, the morning sun not yet reaching the far windows. The air was cool and still, carrying faint traces of candle wax and parchment—scents she’d come to associate with the baron’s study.
Luna paused before the door, half-expecting silence on the other side. After all, the baron had celebrated late into the night with everyone else. Surely, he’d still be resting.
But something told her to try anyway.
Raising her hand, she knocked gently. “Uncle Eldwin?” she called softly.
A few seconds passed before a calm voice answered from within, “You may enter.”
Luna blinked in surprise. She had expected Cedric, maybe—but that deep, steady tone could only belong to Baron Eldwin himself.
Pushing the door open, she stepped inside.
The office was just as she remembered it, shelves lined with books and scrolls, a large desk bathed in soft light, and the faint smell of parchment and ink. Cedric stood by the desk, perfectly composed even at this early hour, while Baron Eldwin sat in his chair, a document in hand.
When he looked up, the faintest smile touched his face.
“Good morning, Luna,” he greeted warmly. “You’re up early.”
“So are you!” she shot back, smiling as she trotted closer.
Eldwin chuckled softly. “Old habits. Paperwork doesn’t rest, even after celebrations.”
Cedric gestured politely toward the couch. “Please, have a seat, Lady—”
“Luna,” she interrupted with a grin.
He inclined his head, a faint trace of amusement flickering across his usually impassive features.
When she sat down, Eldwin folded his papers and leaned back slightly. “I take it today is the day?”
Luna nodded. “Mm-hmm. The road’s waiting, and I want to make the most of the morning light.”
There was a pause—comfortable, but filled with unspoken things. Eldwin’s gaze softened. “It feels as though you only just arrived.”
Luna laughed lightly, swinging her legs where they dangled from the couch. “That’s what happens when you enjoy yourself too much. Time cheats you.”
Cedric poured her a cup of warm milk, the steam curling gently in the cool morning air, and placed a small plate of cookies beside it. “Something to start the morning with, before your journey.”
Luna’s eyes lit up. “Cookies! You read my mind.”
“Perhaps,” Cedric said with the ghost of a smile, “but I also remember how quickly you finished them at last night’s party.”
She laughed through a mouthful of crumbs. “I can’t help it! They taste like happiness.”
Eldwin’s chuckle joined hers, low and fond.
When the laughter faded, a quieter tone settled between them. The moment had the weight of something final—not heavy, but inevitable.
“I wanted to thank you,” Luna said softly. “For everything. For letting me stay here… for being kind to Sarah and Darren. You’ve done so much for them.”
Eldwin’s expression gentled. “You give me too much credit. Their hearts were already bound long before I ever interfered. Perhaps all they needed was someone to remind them that love is not a burden.”
Luna’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Maybe. But still, thank you. You helped them. And I—” She paused, pressing her palm over her chest. “I think I can leave happy now.”
Eldwin watched her for a long moment, something like understanding passing through his gaze. “You came here for them,” he said quietly.
“I did,” Luna admitted, nodding. “And now they’re going to be fine. So I can go chase my own story again.”
A comfortable silence followed, broken only by the ticking of the clock and the faint rustle of parchment as Cedric tidied the desk. The morning light crept higher, spilling a gentle glow across the floor.
Then Luna perked up, her earlier melancholy replaced with her usual spark. “Oh! Before I forget—can I borrow a quill and paper?”
“Of course,” Eldwin said, handing her his own.
She grinned her thanks, dipped the quill in ink, and began writing. The feather trembled slightly in her small hand, and the letters came out a bit crooked, but her expression was one of fierce concentration.
Cedric, ever attentive, glanced over her shoulder. “May I ask who it’s for?”
Luna didn’t look up. “For Sarah and Darren. A little… goodbye note.”
Eldwin’s brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t comment.
When she finished, she blew on it to dry the ink, folded the page neatly, and slid it across the table toward the baron. “Can you give this to them later? Maybe after I’m gone. I don’t want to make things sad.”
Eldwin accepted the letter with a small nod. “I will see to it.”
“Thanks, Uncle,” she said brightly, still calling him the title she’d chosen without a hint of hesitation.
His mouth twitched into an affectionate smile. “It seems I won’t be rid of that title any time soon.”
“Nope!” Luna declared, popping the “p” sound proudly. “You’re officially Uncle now. It’s permanent.”
Cedric coughed discreetly behind a hand, though the corners of his mouth betrayed amusement.
When Luna finally stood, her satchel slung over one shoulder, the sun had risen higher, flooding the office with light. She gave one last, wide smile to both men. “I should get going now.”
“Wait,” Eldwin said suddenly, rising from his chair. “Allow me to escort you.”
“Huh?” Luna blinked. “Really? You don’t have to—”
But the warmth in his tone made her stop protesting. “I insist. Cedric, join us.”
Cedric bowed slightly. “As you wish, my lord.”
Luna hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Alright then. But only if we walk slowly. I want to memorize the way out.”
Eldwin chuckled. “Then we’ll walk slowly.”
And so they did.
The manor’s corridors were livelier now, servants and guards bowing respectfully as the trio passed. Luna waved cheerfully at each of them, her smile infectious even at this early hour. The smell of freshly baked bread followed them as they moved toward the main entrance.
Eldwin spoke quietly as they walked, his voice like a steady stream—sharing stories about the manor’s history.
Luna listened, fascinated. She loved learning how places held memories, how walls could carry echoes of laughter and life.
By the time they reached the main doors, the morning sun had turned the courtyard outside into a sea of soft gold. The breeze slipped through the open air, cool and fragrant with dew.
Cedric stepped ahead to open the door, and Luna felt the first touch of wind brush against her face. It smelled of the road—of distance and freedom.
Her heart quickened.
The sunlight outside the manor was soft and gold, the kind that painted everything it touched in warmth. The dew still clung to the grass, glittering like scattered jewels, and the cool air smelled faintly of wet soil and wildflowers. It was a morning too beautiful for farewells.
Luna stepped through the doors, the hem of her cloak brushing against the polished floor as she crossed the threshold. For a moment, she stopped just outside, squinting slightly against the light. The world seemed wide again—open, unbounded, full of possibility.
Her heart fluttered.
It always did at times like this, when one story ended and another began.
Cedric lingered just behind her, hands clasped neatly behind his back, while Baron Eldwin stepped forward to stand beside her.
The tall man looked out over his estate, the early sun catching the faint lines of age at the corners of his eyes. He was dressed simply—no ceremonial coat, no adornment—just a man seeing off someone he had come to regard, in some quiet way, as family.
Luna took a deep breath, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs. Then she exhaled, a small, satisfied sound leaving her lips. “It smells different,” she said softly.
Eldwin raised a brow. “Different?”
“Mm.” Luna smiled faintly, eyes still on the horizon. “Like… a new beginning.”
There was something in her tone that made him pause—a curious mixture of youth and wisdom, lighthearted and yet old beyond her years.
He nodded once, thoughtful. “Every journey begins that way, I think. With air that feels fresher than it really is.”
Luna laughed, glancing up at him. “That’s poetic, Uncle.”
“It’s an old man’s indulgence,” he replied, amusement soft in his voice.
Cedric stepped forward then, holding out a small leather pouch tied neatly with a blue ribbon. “Provisions for your journey, Lady Luna,” he said, his tone formal but gentle. “Cookies, of course.”
Luna’s eyes brightened instantly. “You remembered!”
“I’m incapable of forgetting something you mention three times in one evening,” Cedric replied smoothly, though the faint twitch of his lips betrayed his fondness.
She giggled, taking the pouch and clutching it to her chest as though it were a treasure. “Then I’ll make sure to eat them all before I reach Tierra, just so I can come back and ask for more.”
“An excellent excuse to visit again,” Eldwin said, smiling.
Luna looked between them—Eldwin’s calm, noble presence and Cedric’s steady composure—and felt a sudden warmth spread through her. For all their differences, both men had shown her kindness without expectation.
And that, she thought, was something she would never forget.
They began walking slowly down the steps leading from the manor to the courtyard below.
Servants were already beginning their morning duties, tending to the garden, sweeping the paths, readying carriages. Each one paused when they saw Luna, offering bows and smiles of farewell.
Luna waved back at them all, her grin bright but tinged with something softer.
“Goodbye! Thank you for everything!” she called, her voice carrying lightly across the courtyard.
The servants smiled wider, touched by her sincerity. A few even murmured well-wishes under their breath—wishing her safe travels, good health, clear skies.
Eldwin and Cedric walked beside her until they reached the stone archway that marked the manor’s main gate. Beyond it stretched the long road leading through the barony—a path lined with trees that shimmered with dew, winding gently toward the distant hills.
The sight stirred something inside Luna. That road symbolized everything she loved, freedom, discovery, the unknown. It was the kind of sight that made her want to run.
But not yet. Not before she said her real goodbye.
Eldwin turned toward her, studying her for a long moment. There was no grand speech in his expression, no ceremonial air—just quiet respect, and perhaps a hint of pride. “You’re certain you don’t want company on the road?”
Luna grinned up at him. “I’m certain. Traveling alone suits me best. You already gave me plenty of company this past week.”
“I see,” he said, though his tone carried both understanding and something faintly paternal. “Still, I had to ask.”
“I know,” Luna replied, her voice softening. “Thank you for that.”
There was a brief pause, and then—almost ceremonially—Eldwin reached into his coat pocket. “Before you go, there’s something I’d like you to have.”
He opened his palm, revealing a single coin. It gleamed faintly in the morning light—golden, but not like any coin Luna had seen before.
The emblem engraved on its surface caught her attention immediately, a stylized crest of a stag standing over earth, the insignia of House Eldwin.
Luna blinked. “That’s not regular currency, is it?”
“No,” Eldwin said with a small smile. “This is a token of my house—a mark recognized by the barony and its allies. If you ever find yourself in need of assistance, show this coin. Any who serve under my name will help you.”
Luna stared at it for a moment, then back up at him. “That’s… really generous, Uncle. Are you sure?”
“I am.” His eyes were calm but warm. “Think of it not as a favor, but as a promise. You have done more for this family than you realize.”
She hesitated, the coin resting light and heavy in her hand all at once. The emblem glinted faintly in the sun, catching her reflection for just a second.
She pinched the coin between her thumb and forefinger and held it up toward the sun. “It’s pretty,” she said with a faint smile.
Eldwin chuckled under his breath. “I suppose that’s one way to describe it.”
When she lowered her hand again, her expression had softened into something quietly genuine. “Thank you, Uncle. I’ll keep it safe.”
“I’m sure you will.”
The silence that followed was not awkward but full of unspoken words—gratitude, affection, and that subtle ache that always came before parting.
Finally, Luna took a small step backward, slinging her satchel more securely over her shoulder. “I guess this is it.”
Eldwin nodded once. “It is.”
“Tell Sarah and Darren I left early,” she continued, smiling wistfully. “And that I’ll be waiting for their wedding invitation someday.”
“I’ll make sure they know,” Eldwin said, a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
Luna laughed lightly, the sound bright and fleeting like the morning breeze. “They’ll probably chase me down for leaving without saying goodbye, but… I think it’s better this way.”
“You’re sparing them the tears,” Cedric remarked.
“Exactly.” Luna’s grin softened. “I don’t like sad goodbyes. I like happy memories.”
Eldwin inclined his head slightly. “Then let this be one of them.”
She nodded once, firmly. “It already is.”
She took a step toward the gate, then another. The road stretched ahead—quiet, waiting, infinite. She could feel it calling to her, the way open skies always did.
But something made her stop. She turned back to look at Eldwin and Cedric, who still stood at the gate's entrance, framed by the morning light.
They both looked so steady—like the pillars of the world she was leaving behind.
“Uncle,” she called softly.
Eldwin raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
Luna smiled faintly. “Thank you. For taking care of Sarah and Darren… for everything. You didn’t have to—but you did. That means a lot.”
He inclined his head slightly. “The gratitude should be mine, Luna. Without you, I might have continued merely watching them misunderstand each other.”
Luna laughed quietly. “Then we’re even.”
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer—memorizing the faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes, the kindness beneath his calm exterior—before she turned her attention to Cedric.
“And you, Cedric,” she said, grinning. “Don’t work too hard, okay? You look like the kind of person who forgets to eat when there’s work.”
Cedric blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “…I assure you, I maintain a proper schedule.”
“Uh-huh,” Luna teased, unconvinced. “Well, just in case, have one of these.”
She reached into her satchel and pulled out a single wrapped candy and threw it towards him.
He caught it and stared down at it as though unsure whether to laugh or sigh. “A bribe?”
“A reminder,” she said with a wink. “That life’s sweeter when you slow down.”
Eldwin chuckled softly beside him. “You’ll have to frame that one, Cedric. It’s sound advice.”
Cedric exhaled slowly, but a trace of a smile ghosted across his face. “Perhaps I will.”
Luna adjusted her cloak once more, took a deep breath, and finally turned toward the open road.
The sun was higher now, filtering through the trees that lined the path. The faint rustle of leaves accompanied her first step forward, her boots pressing softly into the dirt. She walked slowly at first, waving over her shoulder.
“Goodbye!” she called, voice bright and clear.
Eldwin raised a hand in quiet farewell, his expression composed but fond. Cedric bowed slightly beside him, his usual restraint softened by genuine warmth.
They stood there, watching her small figure grow smaller with every step. The morning light caught in her hair, turning it almost silver, until she looked less like a traveler and more like something half-spun from the dawn itself.
For a moment, neither man spoke.
Finally, Cedric broke the silence. “She’s… quite remarkable, isn’t she?”
Eldwin smiled faintly. “She is.”
“A child, and yet—”
“Not quite,” Eldwin finished quietly. “There’s something older in her eyes. As if she carries more memories than her years allow.”
Cedric glanced at him, curious. “Do you think we’ll see her again?”
Eldwin’s gaze remained fixed on the road. “I do,” he said after a pause. “Life has a way of bringing back those who changed it.”
Further down the path, Luna didn’t look back again.
Not because she didn’t care, but because she knew if she did, she might hesitate—and hesitation had never suited her.
The road ahead was bathed in light, the trees arching above her like a grand, green cathedral. The wind brushed past, carrying the scent of wild mint and sun-warmed earth. Somewhere in the distance, a lark sang.
She walked with steady steps, humming under her breath.
In her satchel, the pouch of cookies rustled softly, and beside it, the coin with the Eldwin crest laid gently. It felt like carrying blessings with her—a reminder that even on the road alone, she was never truly without ties.
After a while, she slowed, gazing toward the horizon. Her thoughts drifted to Sarah and Darren again—how they had smiled at each other during last night’s dance, how their laughter had finally sounded free.
She had done what she came for. She had seen love take root where fear once lived.
That was enough.
She let out a quiet breath, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. “Mission accomplished,” she whispered to herself.
And then, more softly, “Be happy, you two.”
Her words vanished into the wind, carried away toward the manor she had just left behind.
As she continued down the winding road, the landscape began to change—the farmlands giving way to rolling hills, the sky stretching endlessly overhead. Each step she took felt lighter, easier, filled with the quiet thrill of beginning again.
She didn’t know what awaited her in Tierra—the mountain kingdom Sarah had once described so vividly—but the thought of it sent a ripple of excitement through her. A city built into the stone, a kingdom of craft and steel, a world so unlike anything she’d yet seen.
Her grin returned, full of wonder. “Guess it’s my turn to see it for myself.”
She adjusted her satchel, feeling the comforting weight of her supplies, then skipped once, twice, before settling into an easy stride.
The wind caught her cloak and sent it fluttering behind her like a banner of blue.
The road stretched on and on, sunlight spilling over the horizon, and Luna walked toward it without fear—only curiosity and joy.
Behind her, the baron’s manor was already a distant silhouette, softened by the morning haze.
But even as it faded from view, the warmth it had given her lingered—like a candle’s glow that refused to go out, no matter how far she went.
By the time the sun climbed high above the hills, Luna’s figure was just another speck on the golden road—a small traveler moving forward, laughing softly to herself as she dreamed of mountains, kingdoms, and skies yet unseen.
And though she didn’t know it, somewhere behind her, Baron Eldwin stood at his office window once more, gazing toward the same horizon. The letter she’d written rested on his desk, folded neatly beside a cooling cup of tea.
He hadn’t opened it—it wasn’t meant for him. It was addressed to two others still sleeping, to the young pair whose future Luna had so quietly and stubbornly helped set in motion.
Eldwin smiled faintly, the kind of smile that carried both pride and melancholy. He didn’t need to read the words to know what they said. He could imagine them easily,
Thank you.
Be happy.
And don’t forget to smile.
Comments
Ope 'scuse me
I'm really enjoying your work, but I was a little thrown off by the visit to the Barrony. They were in such a hurry to get back and report the Demon Cultists to the Barron, but then it was only mentioned at all as the knights left the group to go report to the head Knight. I was thrown off when the boy put the proposal first... But then he didn't even mention the cultists at all. Why bother rushing back then?
Emmanuel Salvador Papa
Luna is that one friend you have in a gathering, when she’s leaving the gathering she’ll constantly say her ‘goodbyes’ until she’s out of site haha…. Thank you for reading!
UnderwhelmingBird
hoh, cookies so good she gets some for brekkers, extra for the road? thanked Uncle one in the study, once more at the door. what a dork Nearly entered a thanks/goodbye/seeyasoon feedback loop hehe
