Chapter 232: Fool’s Training
In Finnish mythology, Will-o’-wisps were thought to be guardians of great treasure buried by fairies. The treasures could be located with a mythical fern seed. A supposedly rare phenomenon. In reality, fern flowers did not have seeds and instead had spores to reproduce. That single fact put the stories of the Aarnivalkea, Will-o’-wisp, into question.
So how about Wales? The British? The former assumed the Will-o’-wisps to be a fairy light belonging to goblins called the púca and the latter associated them with jack-o’-lanterns. The Irish lent the existence to leprechauns or to the folktale of Stingy Jack. So many stories, so many similarities, yet so many breaking differences. A keen mind would recognize that history was distorted with authenticity. Not everything was a hundred percent accurate.
It didn’t have to be. Those similarities had to be mean something.
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Dasha’s fists slammed into the ground over and over again. He needed to dig. There was a great possibility this was the start of the main objective.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
The dirt kicked up from the force of his punches. The ground shook. He stopped twenty metres deep, leapt out, and dug another hole. Then another. Then another. Finally, he decided to focus on a single hole. He kept going until he was a kilometre deep.