Oliver settled down at the foot of the mountain in Jinshui.
The days were peaceful, the life he had always longed for.
Lucas did not use any magic anymore, but acted like an ordinary head of the family, going out to chop wood, make fire and cook. Sometimes he would carry a bow and arrow up the mountain to hunt some rare treasures and bring them back to make nourishing soup for Oliver.
Sometimes, on sleepless nights, he would sit on the roof holding Oliver, looking at the starry sky above his head, and telling stories to the little prince and the baby in his belly. Life is measured in thousands of years, which is too long, so there are always endless stories to tell.
From the inside out, he is becoming more and more like a "human".
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