Fairy tale in Latin;; rain;;

The youthful blonde let out another grunt as he continued to climb the massive beanstalk. He had come to the Beanstalk Village in hopes of finding someone worthwhile who could train him to become stronger. Unfortunately, almost everyone in the village was old, decaying, and decrepit. None of them could even lift a lightweight sword if they tried, and many simply refused to. Their days of fighting were over, and they had no wish to train the energetic youth, or engage in any form of battle. It was a big disappointment to the young Knight, but he would still find something to take back from the old retirement village. The beanstalk was certainly a novelty, and Rain wondered just what would be up there among the clouds. Did the beanstalk become akin to a large tree at the top, with many branches and leaves, or was there something hidden up at the peak, such as treasure or fruit?

There was only one way to find out, so the energetic boy would begin his climb of the beanstalk. He almost slipped on numerous occasions, but managed to keep himself from falling. By now, he was a good twenty feet in the air, and gaining momentum slowly but surely. He would not allow himself to fall or fail, which would not only be embarrassing, but possibly painful.

Rain had continued climbing another couple feet when a strange lavender-haired woman suddenly sprang up and appeared right next to him, only to fall down to the ground again due to not catching onto the beanstalk. Wait a minute… did she just assume he was a madame? The blonde clenched his teeth and annoyance, and kept his focus on climbing. If she wanted to jump again, it would need to be higher than before.

And then she did. She asked if she could have a moment of his time to talk about… and there she went again. Rain glared down with mildly irritated blue eyes at the girl. He noticed her subtle bunny theme, as well as her overly strong legs for hopping. He could admire the power, but the lagomorph appearance internally ticked him off. His cousin, Sasha, had gone through a period of bunny love. The phase was annoying and embarrassing to recall, and it appeared that this person was no different from his cousin in her interests. Regardless, he knew he best be polite, especially if this girl was a villager. He did not want to be barred from the Beanstalk Village for insulting or being rude to one of their own.

Her conclusion to her cut off line, however, struck the blonde as curious. Their lord and savior, the beanstalk god? Wait a minute… did the people of this village actually worship the giant beanstalk growing in the middle of their community? Was he disgracing their idol by trying to climb it? Rain certainly hoped not. The climbing made for good exercise, and the mystery of what could be at the top was perfect motivation. The woman finally clung to the beanstalk in order to climb, which gave the blonde a moment to look directly at her to ask his question. “Wait, do you guys actually worship this beanstalk? It’s not forbidden to climb, is it?” he queried, attempting to word his question as politely as possible, to not risk angering a devoted worshiper.

Naturally, the young blonde was not attempting to look like a woman. He still had boyish features despite his age, however, which could give off the illusion of looking feminine. Along with that, he simply had longer hair than most, but wore it proudly. At the rabbit girl’s hearty laugh at his question, Rain blinked in confusion and chose to continue climbing while she responded.
Her answers were satisfactory to the knight. So, the village did worship this, but fortunately they were not trespassing by choosing to climb it from how it sounded. Her explanation filled him with much more excitement for whatever could be at the top. Her analogy on fearing it was strange to the youthful knight, but understandable nevertheless.

“Do tell me,” Rain responded with a polite smile. “And what is your name, might I ask?”
He knew that it was likely better to introduce himself first, but the young man’s mind was focused more on climbing than on formal pleasantries. That, and he was not so keen on giving up his name to just anyone so quickly if he did not have to. She could still be a beanstalk worshiper for all he knew, and would give his name to the high priests and village leaders to bar him from the place for disrespecting their idol.

Rain nodded and smiled at the bunny girl as she introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you, Neru. My name’s Rain,” the blonde introduced with a friendly smile before she continued on with her story. He was attempting to be as polite as possible, despite being so preoccupied with maintaining his grip and not falling to his death. They were a good distance into the air by now, after all. The base of the beanstalk likely was more than a hundred feet below, if not more, and they kept gaining momentum by the second. A good story would help pass the time.

The story started out like any other, of course, with a merry little tagline of ‘once upon a time’. The young knight knew of such stories, remembering them semi-fondly from his childhood. Normally those first four words brought about a fable of strength and victory, or romance and tragedy. Regardless, the boy had almost forgotten such stories, and found it refreshing to hear it again. The story started out quite well, with the introduction of beasts in the sky, and their flora bridges to the ground. The next introduction most certainly intrigued the young man, who felt his curiosity prick at the mention of ‘knights’. The boy in the story was likely the hero or protagonist, from what Rain perceived. He learned well, taught by wise and skilled elders, met a girl and settled down… and now came the action.

It was all Rain could do to not lean in to listen to more as he tried to climb. Another couple hundred feet, and they were nearing the closest cloud. The girl, weak from how she sounded, was taken away, and was to be rescued. That was were the boy and the old knights went wrong. The knight’s expression darkened as he focused more on his climbing, hearing the end of the story. Though the boy and the old knights certainly did a number on the beasts, he saw their flaw almost instantly-- they had desired to help the weak. That was a grave mistake.

“The boy and the knights were fools,” observed Rain, as they continued to climb. “I don’t care if she’s a girl or not. Anyone should obtain the strength to help themselves. If they don’t, are they really worth saving?”
Anyone who could not save themselves would only get hurt later, and end up dying then. That, or they would simply drag more people in to die along with them. Weakness was deceptive. It could trick people into playing the hero, and more often would end up killing them. Rain personally did not believe that gender mattered in this equation. He knew many strong women- even though there was that one he could do without in his life- and many of them were strong and talented warriors. To him, it sounded like the boy and the knights got exactly what they deserved, for caving to weakness.

Neru mentioned that the beast was rumored to still be alive, high up in the clouds. Well, they would have to see for themselves. A fairy tale was hardly proof for anything. Once they reached the top, they might find absolutely nothing, and learn that the story had only been created for the sake of keeping blasphemers like Rain and Neru from climbing their glorious beanstalk god. Humans truly were odd and interesting when it came to the fiction they would create to justify their crazy beliefs. By now, the duo had just about reached the top. The stalk of the beanstalk was growing thinner, and the cloud was only a couple feet away...