Chapter One: A name day to remember
Chapter Two: The First Awakening
Chapter 3.1
The Stone of Wisdom
After the tears subsided and his emotions calmed, Keth remained lost in his thoughts. For nearly a half hour he sat, stroking his beard, reflecting upon his latest experience. Amongst all the questions that fluttered about his mind, one stood out above the others.
What was that voice, that called me back from death?
Finally convinced the answer would not manifest itself through sheer pondering alone, he abandoned it for the time. Deciding instead to seek out his Grandfather’s wisdom, he rose, opened the door to enter the house.
“And?” The old man suggested, as he swept his hand open, in a sign of invitation.
“What?…” Caught off guard, amidst his entrance. “How did you know...”
“No time for me to explain that now. In due season, I will reveal to you all that I know. For when you are ready, only then will you have eyes to see...”
Karlios paused for a moment to exposing a white stone he had hidden in the palm of his hand. He held it out to Keth.
“Here is your name day gift... Now, tell me what you saw.”
Keth was perplexed and a bit aghast by the strange and seemingly cryptic response from his Grandfather. He decided that of all the things he had witnessed that day, this was not worthy of his concern and told his experience. Leaving out, of course his little run in with Azra, which had almost entirely, escaped his mind.
As He relayed his outer body experience to Karlios, he rolled the peculiar white stone in his palm. The stone seemed far too heavy for its size. It also seemed too cold, as though it was immune to the heat of his hand.
As he conveyed his story the aged man would ask a qualifying question or two. At times he would nod in a sign of understanding, or simply say. “Oh yes, of course.” As though this was all just a normal everyday experience.
This behavior continued throughout his retelling of the event up until the end where Keth mentioned the commanding voice. At the utterance of this Karlios’ mouth broke into a smile, letting out a light chuckle.
“What? Do you think I’m crazy or something?” Hurt by his Grandfathers response.
Karlios lost his composure completely. What began as laughter quickly turned into a laughing fit. The like of which he had not experienced in well over 120 years. He could not contain himself, this was therapeutic. A slight lifting of his heavy burdens, and the many secrets of which he carried daily.
This outlandish behavior upset Keth to his core. In a gesture of his distaste, he threw down the strange stone and turned to walk away.
The old man noticing his laughter's effect on his young protégé, abandoned this temporary reprieve. He regained his composure.
“Did you not recognize the voice?”
All emotion fell from Keth's face, as the revelation struck him like a wall of stone.
“It… was… you?”
“Yes… This is how I knew… I was watching your body... Although I could not see what you saw. I am well trained in the arts of viewing, but I do not have your gift…”
Keth turned around to face his Grandfather. He could feel the emotion swelling behind his face.
“You can see the Aura of others, this will serve you well. Once mastered with a look, you will be able to judge the nature of a man.”
Keth’s eyes began to burn from holding back the tears.
“Please do not lose this stone.” Karlios proceeded to pick it up. Then purposefully placed it into the younger man's hand. “For within it, I have locked away your birthright. My wisdom etched within its mass. Locked away until you are able to see...”
The old man looked deep into the younger’s eyes and spoke
“Go... Seek out what I have prepared for you.”
Keth swallowed deeply. Pondering the words his Grandfather spoke. Unsure how he would carry out this task, he agreed regardless.
“I will go, I’m not sure how, but I will try.”
“Before you go, shall do an exercise?” Suggested the older man. Sensing the insecurity within his apprentice.
“Yes, please.” He whimpered. Slightly relieved of the suffocating stress. He let out a cough to regain his composure. “Yes, that would be good.”
The building pressure instantly dissipated, knowing that he was once again in the hands of his loving Grandfather. The man whom had raised and cared for him for as far back as he could recall.
“Ok then, follow me.” Said the Elder and lead Keth to the upper floor.
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