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more so for you
than for others. What you can imagine you can bring to fruition. The
first step to achieving the impossible is to believe it is not only possible,
but simple.”
She stalked over to the statue.
Pointing to the man she said, “This was King Vlearian. He was the ruler of
Klairance for fifty years before the Severance. That sword he holds is the one you now hold; Sunder. Forged
for King Vlearian and imbued with power by the wizards of the three councils of
the Lords. It is not simply a sword and if you open yourself to the potential
of it, you alone will be able to wield the most powerful weapon of all
mankind.”
It was a lot to take in. A sword
five thousand years old, that Master Boryka said was meant for me. “Does that
mean there is some connection between this King Vlearian and me? How could I be
connected to a King five thousand years dead? I am not from royal lineage. I am
an orphan for blood’s sake!”
“An orphan who knows
precious little of his heritage. You say you are not from royal
lineage…how would you know?” She looked at me expectantly with a glitter in her
eyes.
“You mean to tell me that I am
somehow distantly related to this ancient King?”
She nodded. “Not just distantly
related. You are a direct descendant through your father’s line.”
I thought back on what Quiniewa
had told me when we last met. “But, my ability to call Markai is not from my
father. I inherited that from my mother and yet on my sword, on King Vlearian’s
sword, is an image of Markai.”
She smiled. “The Talent of
charming is passed from mother to son. The King had inherited the ability from
his mother as you did from yours. You are the first to have both the Navitas
and Charming Talent since him.” We sat in silence for a while.
I got up and started
pacing. “Quiniewa, you tell me of my
heritage, you tell me that I am a descendant of this great King. Master Boryka
gives me an ancient sword and tells me that it was destined for me. What does
it all mean? Is this just part of a typical Seeking? What is expected of me?” I
looked at her imploringly, wanting clear answers from her.
She only gave me a sympathetic
smile. “No Seeking is ‘typical’, Kadin, but no, your Seeking is different. It is more… it is what it was always meant to be. The
Seeking has been waiting a long time for you. As for what it all means, well we
all want to know our roads ahead, but we cannot. The Guardians will help you
along, teach you what you need to know and advise you as best we can, but you
must still discover your own way. Even we cannot see what the future holds for
you. What I can give you is some knowledge of what went before.”
She cleared her throat and her
voice took on a lecturing note. “In ancient times, long before King Vlearian
lived, gods roamed the earth with us. We served them and in return, they
offered us protection, blessed us with prosperity. All nations of men and the
fae folk knew their place. Peace reigned on earth for six thousand years. In
spite of that, men grew restless. They wanted more. They did not want to merely
serve, they wanted to rule. Groups of dissidents started meeting and recruiting
those with Talents and even some among the fae. Men may not be gods, but they
do have a certain aptitude for stealth, violence and war. All of which served
them well. At least it did in the beginning.”
I looked at her in disbelief.
“How could mere men and even the fae have thought they stood any chance against gods ?” She lifted an eyebrow at my
interruption and then went on smoothly.
“The Rebellion did not stand a
chance in open war so they schemed and plotted on how to bring them to their
knees. They realised that the gods’ power were dependant on the people. Their
belief, their servitude, their obedience, take that away and the gods would
fall. This is something that the gods themselves had never even considered. As
they say, ‘pride comes before the fall’. They
than for others. What you can imagine you can bring to fruition. The
first step to achieving the impossible is to believe it is not only possible,
but simple.”
She stalked over to the statue.
Pointing to the man she said, “This was King Vlearian. He was the ruler of
Klairance for fifty years before the Severance. That sword he holds is the one you now hold; Sunder. Forged
for King Vlearian and imbued with power by the wizards of the three councils of
the Lords. It is not simply a sword and if you open yourself to the potential
of it, you alone will be able to wield the most powerful weapon of all
mankind.”
It was a lot to take in. A sword
five thousand years old, that Master Boryka said was meant for me. “Does that
mean there is some connection between this King Vlearian and me? How could I be
connected to a King five thousand years dead? I am not from royal lineage. I am
an orphan for blood’s sake!”
“An orphan who knows
precious little of his heritage. You say you are not from royal
lineage…how would you know?” She looked at me expectantly with a glitter in her
eyes.
“You mean to tell me that I am
somehow distantly related to this ancient King?”
She nodded. “Not just distantly
related. You are a direct descendant through your father’s line.”
I thought back on what Quiniewa
had told me when we last met. “But, my ability to call Markai is not from my
father. I inherited that from my mother and yet on my sword, on King Vlearian’s
sword, is an image of Markai.”
She smiled. “The Talent of
charming is passed from mother to son. The King had inherited the ability from
his mother as you did from yours. You are the first to have both the Navitas
and Charming Talent since him.” We sat in silence for a while.
I got up and started
pacing. “Quiniewa, you tell me of my
heritage, you tell me that I am a descendant of this great King. Master Boryka
gives me an ancient sword and tells me that it was destined for me. What does
it all mean? Is this just part of a typical Seeking? What is expected of me?” I
looked at her imploringly, wanting clear answers from her.
She only gave me a sympathetic
smile. “No Seeking is ‘typical’, Kadin, but no, your Seeking is different. It is more… it is what it was always meant to be. The
Seeking has been waiting a long time for you. As for what it all means, well we
all want to know our roads ahead, but we cannot. The Guardians will help you
along, teach you what you need to know and advise you as best we can, but you
must still discover your own way. Even we cannot see what the future holds for
you. What I can give you is some knowledge of what went before.”
She cleared her throat and her
voice took on a lecturing note. “In ancient times, long before King Vlearian
lived, gods roamed the earth with us. We served them and in return, they
offered us protection, blessed us with prosperity. All nations of men and the
fae folk knew their place. Peace reigned on earth for six thousand years. In
spite of that, men grew restless. They wanted more. They did not want to merely
serve, they wanted to rule. Groups of dissidents started meeting and recruiting
those with Talents and even some among the fae. Men may not be gods, but they
do have a certain aptitude for stealth, violence and war. All of which served
them well. At least it did in the beginning.”
I looked at her in disbelief.
“How could mere men and even the fae have thought they stood any chance against gods ?” She lifted an eyebrow at my
interruption and then went on smoothly.
“The Rebellion did not stand a
chance in open war so they schemed and plotted on how to bring them to their
knees. They realised that the gods’ power were dependant on the people. Their
belief, their servitude, their obedience, take that away and the gods would
fall. This is something that the gods themselves had never even considered. As
they say, ‘pride comes before the fall’. They
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