The sky stretched in a soft golden glow as the sun set over La Martais. A light wind blew through the fields, making the tall grass dance and the leaves of the apple trees shiver. Sitting on an old moss-covered stone, Diben watched the breeze rush through the branches, playing with the petals of the wildflowers..
He closed his eyes. He could feel the wind brushing his skin, curling around his red hair, sliding down his arms like an invisible stream. For some time now, he had the impression that he could hear whispers in the breeze. Not distinct words, but a secret music, a language he did not yet fully understand..
Intrigued, he stood up and let himself be guided by the breath of the wind. He walked through the hedgerows, barefoot on the fresh grass, following a strange sensation that called him from afar. Each step seemed to make him lighter, as if his body were gently fading away. Was it an illusion? Or something deeper, more ancient? ?
Suddenly, a memory flooded him..
The Forest of Brocéliande
He saw himself as a child, even younger than today, running through the ferns of Brocéliande. He laughed, free and carefree, chasing the fireflies that escaped between the thousand-year-old trunks. But as he leapt from one root to another, a sudden gust lifted him slightly off the ground..
He had stopped short, his breath short. For a moment, he was no longer touching the ground. He was floating, carried by an invisible force. He still remembered the shiver that had run through him that day, the strange sensation of being made of air and light..
But then, like a simple summer breath, the breeze had gently set him back on the ground. He had never told anyone about it. Maybe it was just a trick of the wind... or maybe a secret he still didn't know..
The First Flight
Back in La Martais, Diben suddenly opened his eyes. He had just understood.
He stood now on the top of a knoll, looking out over open fields and orchards bathed in light. The wind blew harder, stirring the blades of grass around him. He stretched out his arms and closed his eyes..
The breeze kissed him. His body became light, lighter than a grain of pollen..
He opened his eyes. He could no longer feel the grass beneath his feet. He was floating. !
He burst out laughing, whirling in the wind. He was no longer just a korrigan; he was a breeze, a mischievous gust dancing above the hedges. He passed between the branches of an apple tree, made the leaves of an oak twirl, ran with the evening shadows..
But a distant whisper alerted him. He had to become himself again before he was carried too far away..
He concentrated, thought about his body, his skin, his weight. He closed his eyes and imagined himself, solid and anchored to the earth..
Slowly the breeze slows down.
His feet touched the wet grass.
He opened his eyes, panting, his heart pounding with excitement. He had done it. He had flown..
A New Power
Diben looked up at the sky where the moon was beginning to appear. A smile stretched his lips. He had just discovered a part of himself that he didn't know.
The wind, his lifelong friend, had revealed his secret to him..
And that was just the beginning.
02 - Diben, The Child of the Wind