The Saga of Koshnila
There were three brothers in the small village of Koshnila, huddled in the heart of Lorian forest. The eldest, Arlund – wise and thoughtful, possessing an enormous regard for the law; the second brother, Orrin – a strong, stocky man known for his valor; and the youngest, Gaven – ambitious and curious, endowed with fertile imagination and spirit.
A disaster came sweeping across the village on a furtive night enveloped in darkness. A fire, fierce as if repulsed by tranquility, devoured everything in its wake. Pits of despair replaced miles of ingenuous smiles. Left alone, without any blood relation, but with the formidable responsibility of their village stood the three brothers on the charred vestiges of what was their home.
Work will bring Koshnila back, love will stitch her in one piece again, promised brave Orrin, the arms of this village now reduced to ashes.
The people bore responsibility upon their fragile shoulders stoically. Men took to carpentry. Women once known for their delicate needlework shifted their artistry from stitching garbs to mending huts. Each day bore the weight of an immense task, but it carried them forward. The three brothers seated at the helm, steering with all their might.
Gaven, he of the curious mind, traveled across the horizon to find aid. His determination ebbed and flowed and finally solidified into real aid when the king agreed to lend him men and material to rebuild Koshnila.
He returned, greeted by hope-filled eyes of his fellow villagers. Relief is soon to arrive, he assured his brothers.
Days turned into months and then years. Their resolve did not waiver. Pain had cast a spell of unholy quiet, but it was soon to shatter. Orrin, who bore the brutal task of pulling his village back from the precipice, was accused of thieving.
A washed-out traveling merchant, Dezba, sought shelter one night in the now partially recovered, but still suffering, Koshnila. Dezba, known for his trickery and thievery, claimed that ten gold coins were misspent from his pouch.
Orrin, it cannot be. Not him, cried Arlund, faith never leaving his voice.
But evidence was against Orrin. Dezba's pouch was found in Orrin's hay sack, and nobody had an explanation how it came to be there. His brothers stood beside him, their hearts heavy with the horror of the believable-unbelievable accusation.
Gaven, the knowledge seeker, writhed in desperation as he sought justifications. One night, his uncertain sleep was disturbed by a young village girl who had seen Dezba sneaking into Orrin's shed the night the gold went missing.
With dawn came justice as Gaven dragged Dezba to Arlund.
He did it! He is a thief. He hid the pouch! wailed Gaven, the morning sun reflecting in the glint of those excited courageous eyes.
Arlund listened impassively. His mind spun webs around each shred of truth, suspicion, and faith. As dusk draped over their village, he concluded, Dezba will leave, and Orrin stays. Koshnila knows who is hers.
In that moment, Koshnila sighed in relief. Her sons resolved to mend her remained unscathed. Triumph had arrived riding on the back of anxious days.
And as a golden sun sunk beneath the azure sky, Koshnila rose again, from embers of lost hope, guided by the three stars that were her sons. Gaven, the seeker; Orrin, the brave fighter; and Arlund, the compassionate arbiter, remembered not as individual heroes, but as the force that the little village of Koshnila bore out of love and lost in fire, only to find them again, stronger and wiser.
And thus unfolds the tale of the lost village of Koshnila. Oh, how she wept, how she burned! Yet, she rose again. From the ashen despair to majestic redemption, from heartache to resilience, she rose. Such is the saga of Koshnila - a tale of unity, compassion, determination, and most importantly, justice, led by her sons.
