There is a castle deep in the middle of the Motumisz tribe's territory. A castle that is said to be the center of all of Madüjawr. A castle with huge stone walls and winding corridors. A castle of which most of the hegins only know one of the roads. One where the person responsible for the energy field surrounding Madüjawr resides. A castle that is, so to speak, the capital of the hegins. The name of this castle is Holdvár.
It got its name from one of the greatest gods of the hegins, the Moon Goddess, and its history goes back more than a thousand years, to the time of King Athira. They say Holdvár was built in the place where the great king first set up camp when he arrived in Madüjawr. And the hall, where the center of the energy field is, stands in the place where King Athira's tent used to be.
Over the years, an entire city has settled around the castle, and although the city itself is referred to as Holdvár, the inhabitants of the city still consider the castle itself to be the real Holdvár. It is forbidden to enter the stone building, the castle is inhabited only by the chief of the tribe, a small group of selected hegins and the grandmaster of the maps. Among the hegins, only the tribal chiefs and their families have access to the castle, but even they only have access to a single corridor and the hall of the great leader of the tribes.
Although the ban would not deter human nature from exploring the castle, the inhabitants of Madüjawr never ventured into Holdvár. It is said that those who arrive uninvited will inevitably get lost in the multitude of corridors and will never come out again. Or, even if they were to get out, by the time they find their way out, they will be spotted by the hegins guarding Holdvár, so they cannot escape punishment.
However, children's curiosity is not stopped by such things either. This could be why the young Achilleus walked the corridors of Holdvár whenever he had the chance. The little boy lost his parents when he was barely two years old, they both died on the same moonwalk, and then the orphaned child lived with his grandparents until he was six years old, when both his grandparents left for the Shadow World. And the boy was left alone, although after barely a month he was already among the hegins.
He spent his free time exploring the corridors of Holdvár or playing in a particular room. This room is much smaller than the room of the great leader of the tribes, but it is more important. The ceiling of the room with a circular floor plan is missing in a circle an arm's width in the middle of the room, so the light falls directly on the stone structure in the middle of the room.
The structure is actually a circular stone table with reliefs also made of stone. And these reliefs represent the ranges of the Karrabata and Madüjawr as a whole. The first grandmaster of the maps made it with the secret clay and earth shaping ability of the Motumisz tribe. And since then, every grandmaster of thr maps has indicated the new villages or towns on it, so the stone table functions as a kind of model for other maps.
Little Achilles played with this model. The ability of the Motumiszes manifested itself in him at a very young age, so when he was in the map room, he always summoned several small clay dolls, with which he played war games on the huge stone table. It was his favorite pastime. Making up stories and fighting battles with the little puppets. On that particular day, the seven-year-old Achilleus did just that.
"How do you get here?" The little boy was suddenly addressed by a strange voice, which caused the child to lose control over his clay dolls, which immediately disintegrated into nothing, and he turned to the voice with frightened eyes. An old bearded man blinked at him.
"I..." He started, but he didn't know what to say, especially when he heard voices from beyond the door. The man could also hear the voices, because he turned that way.
"Map master, is everything alright?" Came the question.
"Of course, you can go." The man declared, and when the footsteps died away beyond the door, he looked at the boy. "Do you like it?" He nodded towards the model.
"Yes, Grandmaster." Achilleus bowed, as he should, when he felt the man's hand on his head.
"Come on, you don't have to be so polite." He giggled when the child raised his head. "This isn't the first time I've seen you here, although the last time, it was as if you had some bread with you." The man thought to himself.
"I was hungry." Achilleus muttered, folding his arms in front of him.
"And now?"The man asked, and the boy blinked a few times in front of himself.
"Now too." He finally said so softly that it could hardly be heard.
"Then come, I'll give you something to eat." The man waved and walked to the other side of the room, where there was another door. Little Achilles followed him suspiciously. The door led to another room where there were scrolls from floor to ceiling and a small table. "There you go. Eat in peace." The man picked up the plate from the table, on which there was some fried meat, and handed it to little Achilleus, who reluctantly began to eat.
Thus began the friendship between the grandmaster of the maps and the orphan Achilleus. After that, no matter how many times the little boy appeared in the hall of maps, the man was always there. He usually talked, or the man showed him what one could do with the model, how one can make new structures on it, knock down old ones, and there was even a case where the old man and the young boy played together and fought with each other's clay soldiers. Then one day, when little Achilleus hurried happily into the hall of maps, he found the place empty.
"Uncle Előd?" The child asked, but there was no answer. "Uncle Előd?" He called again, but again he got no answer. So he gathered his courage and went into the room where the many scrolls were. But that room was also empty. Little Achilleus, blinking widely, walked over to the table, on which there was no food now, as usual, but a roll on which a letter was propped up. Since the hegins are taught to read and write, the little boy was able to read his name on the letter.
"Dear Achilleus!
I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye to you, please don't be mad at me for that. The past months will be with me on my journey, but unfortunately I won't see you anymore. Next to the letter is a map and a bracelet, these are my gifts to you. Use them wisely. Visit this room sometimes, I give you permission to add into the big map if you explore a new city. Good luck on your journey, may the spirits be with you, see you in the Shadow World.
Your friend to the grave and beyond,
Grandmaster of the maps,
Előd"
As the boy read the letter through, tears gathered in his eyes, finally he just put the letter in his sleeve and turned to the objects on the table. He picked up the bracelet and slipped it on his right hand, then picked up the scroll and unrolled it. It was a map, in the upper left-hand corner "Moon Map" was written in strange, gnarled handwriting. Achilles rolled up the parchment and placed it next to the letter, then turned around and walked to the door, placing his hand on it, but before he left he spoke.
"Okay, enough reminiscing. I have no idea who you are or what you're trying to achieve with this, but I've seen enough. Uncle Előd is long dead, and if you don't want to follow him to the Shadow World, whoever you are, you'll let me out of here damn quick." He said angrily and pushed open the door, on the other side of which he found himself facing a huge light, and when he saw two familiar figures he blinked. "Wandi! Citar! Hey guys! Do any of you have any idea what the soaking wet wild maiden is going on here?"