Lugia, my name of the elf

But what the old warrior couldn't tolerate was that if Pedri wanted to become a warrior and wielded a bone knife every night, or practiced archery;

As a father, he is naturally not meddlesome, and he is extremely proud of Pedri's enterprising and hard work;

As a veteran warrior with a supreme sense of honor, he cares about his son's future.

Pedri must also become a warrior with a sense of honor and responsibility. This is the path the old warrior chose for his son the moment he was born.

But now, Pedri is drifting away from the future planned by the veteran warrior, or even completely deviating from it.

Because that skinny body had never been exposed to the scorching sun, the soft and white skin like a woman appeared on his son's face;

Pedri's physical appearance made the veteran feel inexplicably disgusted and hateful.

And when this old man was busy all night and was exhausted both physically and mentally when he saw his hopeless son;

The veteran warrior silently recited words such as "The storm is above" and "God forgives" in his heart. He rushed over angrily, lifted the quilt off his son's bed, and punched and kicked Pedri, who was still in a hazy sleep. .

While beating him severely, the old soldier cursed angrily:

"Get up! Get up! You useless thing!"

"I know how to look at the stars and the moon every day! Do you know that none of the girls next door are as pretentious as you!"

"If I had known this, I should have made you a girl directly, and then sent you to the mouth of that damn devil when you were six years old! You should have died!"

"Hmph! Even so, you have made a huge contribution to the tribe, instead of just hanging around here every day waiting to die!"

"In the place of death row, I have the highest qualifications and seniority, but you are really embarrassing me! I can't hold my head up, do you even understand!?"

"...."

A long time ago, when he beat his incompetent son, deep down in his heart, the old soldier couldn't bear it.

After all, no matter how incompetent or miserable he is, Pedri is still his child.

But this guilt did not last long.

The son’s feelings, the son’s ideals, what the son really hopes for;

All of this is far less important than his desire and maintenance of honor as a warrior.

A warrior full of responsibility and honor not only dedicated his life to the tribe, but his descendants and descendants' descendants must also be warriors.

This is tradition and responsibility.

For the veteran warriors of every tribe, what they hate and regret the most is even more unacceptable;

It’s not the traces of time passing through the aging body;

It’s not that the force of wielding the bone knife becomes weaker and weaker every time;

It’s not that the accuracy of the stone arrows shot is getting more and more ridiculous;

And his son will be like a girl who likes to look at the stars and the moon all day long!

Oh, my storm god!

The more the old warrior fought, the more he felt that this incompetent good-for-nothing son should be returned to the great God of Storms;

It was better than sitting in his hut, wasting air and food doing nothing every day.

At this moment, in the eyes of the old soldier, it was a sin to live and breathe his son who had disappointed him and lost his honor.

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In his sleep, the sharp pain from his body suddenly woke Pedri up from his sleep.

But then, the young man didn't feel too much surprise or doubt in his heart;

Even in my mind, before I even opened my eyes to understand the specific situation, I felt a sense of irritability and deep helpless despair.

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"Here it goes again, it starts again!" Pedri covered his head and key parts, crying uncontrollably in his heart.

Pedri endured the severe pain. Although he did not open his eyes, the sounds in his ears were so familiar that they could not be more familiar, so familiar that they were a little restless, even frightened and yelling;

Pedri simply bit his lip, chose to shut up, and endured everything silently;

It even reached the point where the pain was so unbearable that he gritted his teeth until his teeth hurt, and he didn't dare to make a sound and wailed for a while.

Because past experience has told Pedri that as long as he behaves like a so-called "woman" and cannot behave like a hard sea stone when it comes to pain, blood, and scars;

Then he would be beaten mercilessly and cruelly by his father, from childhood to adulthood, without exception.

Pedri knew his father too well. He was a man who was extremely vain and cared very much about what others thought of his so-called "warrior's honor."

No matter how many times Pedri experienced this kind of experience, he always felt extremely tortured and desperate.

It was true that he was a boy, but he didn't like wielding the bone knife. This made him feel extremely bored, as if he were making coffin boards that were beating against him. It was inexplicable.

Pedri didn't like practicing archery even more. The wooden bow was very hard and couldn't be drawn at all;

Most importantly, Pedri has always firmly believed that he will never be a warrior in his life.

It doesn't like to kill or bring harm to others, even the former sea monsters.

Rather than moving around every day, he prefers to quietly observe the stars and record the weather.

At first, it was because of the curiosity and desire deep in the child's soul that he was fascinated by the stars under the sky.

But Pedri is different from ordinary people. Some people look up at the stars to make a wish and to appreciate them;

It is for the sake of staying together with the one you love, and for the harmonious reunion with your family.

Valley</span>The same was true for Pedri at first, but after he grew up a little, his mentality and state of mind embarked on an extraordinary path that was different from all ordinary people!

From the day the boy had ideas, could remember things, and knew how to think, he began to truly look up at the stars and explore them unconsciously;

Every night, no matter it rains, winds, or is cold or hot, Pedri's enthusiasm cannot be stopped, especially under his meticulous and meticulous observation;

This young child actually discovered the astonishing secret hidden among the nearly endless stars.

There seems to be some kind of pattern in the arrangement of those bright and beautiful stars!

The patterns formed by some stars will always be there as long as there are no dark clouds in the sky.

However, the patterns formed by some stars are sometimes absent;

But after a while, the previous star array will reappear.

Moreover, there is a potential pattern in appearance and disappearance, which can even be said to be predictable.

This amazing discovery made Pedri ecstatic.

Because, Pedri felt that he had discovered a door to an unknown world!

In the following time, Pedri discovered the relationship between the moon and ocean tides.

Where the moon rises, the sea water will be "attracted" by some force and "pulled" from the ground.

This can't help but make Pedri marvel again and again. This is really magical!

In addition to the stars, Pedri also recorded all weather conditions since his birth.

Sunny days, the intensity of the sun;

On a cloudy day, the number of dark clouds;

Rainy days, the persistence and intensity of rain;

The frequency and relationship between storms, tsunamis and other disasters.

Among them, under Pedri's extensive observations, he finally discovered some unknown connection between them!

But Pedri vaguely remembered that every time he shared other shocking discoveries that he thought were gratifying with his once beloved father;

What greets Pedri is always incomprehension and scolding.

Humiliation, ridicule, even punching and kicking.

Looking at the stars and the moon every day like a woman is of no use?

Can't you wield a bone knife, shoot stone arrows angrily, and walk in the blood and fight like a real man?

Repeated disappointments and painful mental blows made Pedri become withdrawn, unconfident, and no longer cheerful.

He was like a person who had been terminally ill for a long time and had no nostalgia for the rest of his life. He became confused during the day, without any spirit or hope.

Sometimes, when a lonely boy looks up at the beautiful starry sky;

The moon that always hangs high in the night sky can help this helpless and lonely boy find the feeling of having a partner and gain the feeling of life.

His once weak will wanted him to commit suicide countless times, ending this worthless and always controlled life like a puppet.

But Pedri never did this. A thought, like a strong hand, was always on his back, preventing him from falling into the abyss of the cliff that was only half a step away.

Because, that beautiful mysterious starry sky, the endless end of the universe;

It’s the place he once was, who he is now, and who he will be in the future, a place he yearns for forever.

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Pedri endured the incomprehension, violence, anger and roar from his father;

There was also double physical and psychological torture and fear, which made the young man suddenly have a strong idea that life would be worse than death.

But Pedri still chose to persist. Deep in his heart, he tried his best and said repeatedly as if he was possessed by a demon:

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. As long as my eyes are not blind, as long as my legs can still walk, as long as my hands can still record things, I will survive every day, every day... O great God of Storms, People are praising your kindness and fraternity. You will help Pedri and help this poor man like me, right? Right?! Woohoo..."

"Huh?! Who made you cry!"

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

"what!"

From the cabin, more violent curses and the boy's wailing and screaming came...

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Under the Storm God Island, at the vortex of deep ocean currents;

"..." This time, Lugia fell into a rare deep silence. He no longer spoke or even thought.

He silently watched Pedri being beaten up by the old soldier, his heart became a little unusually dull, and he felt as if he was suffocated and depressed by an annoying cloud.

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"Hey..." After a while, the thousands of thoughts and emotions in Lugia's mind turned into a helpless sigh.

He was a genius who could shine brightly in the world like the stars in the sky.

But at this moment, he was being destroyed by his biological father, ignorantly and cruelly, and was about to die.