Chapter 1: The Rainfall Princess of the Desert Land│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com
Aura, who was the most powerful water wizard, plotted with other kingdoms to make it rain and flood in her own kingdom.
She was beheaded in the 62nd year of the Kingdom of Schemel at the age of 23 for the crime of taking the lives of thousands of people.
Aura’s execution was nearly thirty years ago today.
“Alesia, we are almost home, so don’t fall asleep.”
“Yes, yes, I’m not going to sleep…”
My mother’s soft voice and warm hands rubbing my back felt good and made me sleepy even more.
Why should I not sleep? It feels great.
It seemed strange to me at the time.
I was sitting in a basket on a camel.
We’d just gotten back from a trip to a big city, and my stomach was full and I was tired. I was three years old and riding a camel, overlooking endless sand dunes illuminated by moonlight. It was no surprise that I was sleepy.
My chestnut-haired head swayed with sleepiness, and my blue eyes, fluttering with gold stars, struggled to stay awake. My eyelids, on the other hand, close slowly.
I eventually dozed off.
In case I fell asleep on the road, my mother always had oiled paper and waxed tarpaulins on hand.
because it was going to rain. Only when I was asleep did they come around me.
I was born with this extraordinary ability. I had the ability to make it rain without my knowledge when I fell asleep.
My mother noticed it a few days after I was born.
Only around our small house in the capital does it rain. both day and night.
It begins when I go to bed. It comes to an end when I wake up. At first, my mother thought it was just a coincidence, but when she looked into it more, she saw that the rain and my sleep were perfectly timed.
It was a drizzle that couldn’t even be called rain when I was a baby, and the amount of rain was minimal.
“It’s raining a lot these days,” my neighbors would say, and my mother would respond, “Yes, it is, but thank God for rain.” She’d laugh and try to hide it.
She couldn’t say, “I think my daughter is causing it to rain.”
My father Serio was concerned, saying, “If this is known, she may be treated as a monster and killed.”
Hilda, my mother, also agreed. “If her power became known, someone with power would forcibly take her away and work her to death.” So my parents decided to keep my power completely hidden.
“If we stay here any longer, word will get out about the rain,” they reasoned. As a result, when I was two weeks old, they left their familiar home in the royal capital with me.
My father bought vegetables, wheat seeds, and basic building materials with the little money he had saved and the proceeds from the sale of household goods, and he built a hut in a valley in an arid region far from the capital.
Because there is no water, such a location is normally uninhabitable.
But, thanks to my power, my family never ran out of water—the rain that fell on the hut’s roof was collected by a rain gutter my father made, and a large barrel was always full of water.
The rain fell gently on the desert valley’s fields. When seeds were planted in fields that received both rain and sunlight, vegetables and wheat grew green and lush, and fruit trees bore an abundance of sweet fruit. My parents referred to me as “the rain princess” of our family, and they took good care of me.
To the west and south, high mountains surround the land. The Kingdom of Laminbo is a young kingdom that arose following the demise of the former Shemel Kingdom.
Moist air from the sea to the west and south hits the mountains, causing rain, while only dry winds blow over the mountains. As a result, three-quarters of the kingdom is desert.
The royal palace is near a river that brings water from the mountains, but the river runs underground and vanishes when it crosses the capital and enters the wasteland. Outside the capital, the people of the Laminbo Kingdom rely on water from scattered oases.
“In some parts of this country, water is more valuable than money.”
“Right. Our daughter would never be able to live a normal life if it was known that she had the ability to make it rain in her sleep.”
My father and mother were poor peasants who lived on the outskirts of the capital, so they never considered my ability to rise to power.
“Alesia’s power has grown as she has grown, hasn’t it?”
“Yes—The rain has recently fallen not only around the house but also much further away.”
The rains became heavier and heavier as I grew older, and when I was three years old, it rained on an area 400 meters in diameter.
No one approached us because our house and farm were far from the royal capital, the oasis, and the traders’ trade routes.
Until I was five years old, my family of three lived in the middle of nowhere.
My parents reaped a bountiful harvest thanks to the silent nightly rains, and my father left home at night to sell his crops at the royal capital’s market. He sold delicious and fresh fruits and vegetables, and our income was significantly higher than when we lived in the capital.
Then one day, a family came to our house.
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