After the death of the great leader and most powerful táltos of the hegins, the leadership passed into the hands of the sons of Athira. Inepta, the one-eyed táltos, who was the most powerful of the táltoses after Etele, whom many would have liked to see at the side of the leaders, wanished overnight. With this, the last person close to Athira also disappeared. The Karrabata valley was divided into seven parts by the sons of Athira among the seven most outstanding generals, who founded their own small tribes.
In the following years, life began to calm down around the hegins. Villages were founded, cities were built, educational systems began to develop and the classification of the hegins also became customary. A level measuring stone was transported to the center of each tribe, like the ones Athira and his táltos had acquired, and a separate educational system for the hegins was also established. As the saying goes, peace has arrived in Madüjawr, the new home of the hegins.
The years have been exciting for Kamu too. The Mist has become an increasingly larger organization, although Kamu still personally gave permission to finalize the members. However, he had already handed over the training to Ajtony. The center of their organization was located in a valley between the mountains, from where the whole of Madüjawr and the areas beyond Karrabata were easily accessible, as the months passed, thanks to their spreading fame, they received more and more orders.
Of course, despite the tasks, like most people of the Mist, Kamu also had his everyday things to do. He did not always live like a hermit exiled to the mountains, but happily traveled the lands of Madüjawr and taught the curious young people. Kele got married a year after the double death and within a year his son was born, whom he named Etele after their second father.
Little Keche, Kamu's sister, to her brothers' greatest surprise, married the boy she loved as their other brother, Etele's son Laik. It is true that in their case they had to wait another two years for the child. Laik was busy establishing and consolidating the foundations of the new tribe he was entrusted to lead, the Koál tribe. Keche did not rush her husband, but stood by him in everything and supported him even in his darkest moments, just like she had always done since they were children.
In short, everyone lived happily in their own little world and even had children. As for Kamu, it never crossed his mind to start a family. He was happy with the Mist and did not need a wife or children. He had no desire to pass on his legacy in his own blood. His legacy was the Mist, and he knew that if anything happened to him, it would be able to survive on its own. Even if he were no more, the Mist would still be there, but he knew that without the Mist, his life would have little meaning.
However, Kamu had never been the kind of person who thought much about the dark things. He tried to see the best in everything, even when the circumstances around him were terrible. So he didn't think about the ifs and the maybes and the what-ifs, he just looked ahead and enjoyed everything that life offered him, when and where and whenever he could.
That day had started out as an ordinary day, with no sign that anything special was going to happen. Four years had passed since his second father's death, and Kamu had just returned from the Mist to the territory of the Koál tribe, which was then on the opposite side of Madüjawr. The hegins had noticed the previous year that the places designated as tribal territories had changed overnight. Many yurt villages had fallen into deep ravines, which disappeared after a day as if they had never been there.
The hegins were unable to come to terms with the situation and walked carefully in the crevices, lest someone accidentally get into trouble again, or the earth would open up again and the territories that make up Madüjawr would become scrambled. Several hegins of the solomonar level tried to figure out whether the Great Athira knew about this phenomenon when he decided to settle here, but none of them came to anything, since no one could summon the great leader's ghost. And so the questions remained unanswered.
Kamu, on the other hand, was not very interested in what caused the strange phenomenon. As long as he knew where his siblings and the Mist were, he wouldn't have cared if the world had turned upside down. After all, part of his job was traveling the world, so he just enjoyed the fact that the familiar lands were suddenly thrown into turmoil, thus offering him a new challenge.
So that particular day, he had just broken through the territory of the animal summoners and entered the jurisdiction of the Koál tribe, when, walking through the forest, he encountered something he never thought he would see. He was walking calmly along a well-trodden path to reach Lombvár, where Laik, Keche and Kele lived, when a figure appeared in the middle of the road a few steps ahead of him.
"Don't hold your mouth open, Kamu, the fried turul will fly into it ." The figure, whose hands were on his hips, spoke and on his lips rested the grin that Kamu thought he would never see again.
"Dad?" The young man blurted out, causing the figure to disappear and appear right in front of his nose in the blink of an eye. The figure raised its right hand and slapped the young man on the forehead. Kamu couldn't believe his eyes, the figure in front of him was none other than his second father Athira's number one táltos, whom Csito himself always called Svihák.
"What did I teach you about ghosts?" Etele grimaced and slammed his hands on his hips again.
"Is that really you?" Kamu asked desperately.
"No, your grandmother! Of course it's me." Etele rolled his ghost eyes. "I taught you never to look a ghost in the eye because they can force a contract on you." The man folded his arms in front of him, looking much younger than Kamu remembered him.
"I didn't expect you." Kamu muttered. "And you won't..." He started, but when his father's lips twitched into a wide smile, he immediately pulled back his sleeve and started to turn his hands to see the sign of the contract.
"It's on the back of your neck." Etele chuckled, with that satisfied smile he usually used when he had tricked someone.
"But why now, why me?" Kamu scratched his head in confusion, but his father's ghost only turned its head away.
"Your brother thought he was escaping from me." The laughter that left the ghost's throat was icy, there was no trace of the warmth that he had in life. "He killed me, and now I'm going to go on his nerves. And you're going to help me with that!"