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.“Have you never wondered about your tattoo? You’re the only person from our tribe to bear the mark of the Ancients.I’d even say probably the only one in the whole realm.”“I had no idea what my tattoo meant until Cameron told me.”“This particular drawing signifies that your power comes from the Ancients.They bestowed pure magic on you.”She recalled the Shrine of Fate, the war paintings on the cave walls, the long deserted feel of the place.“How can they do that when they’re all dead?”“They might be long dead but their spirits live on, in the air we breathe, the water we drink, the sun we draw energy from.Whenever evil threatens the Four Kingdoms, a mighty power arises to challenge it.The Darkening is intent on destroying our world and you’ve been chosen to defeat it.”“Fantastic.I’ve always dreamt of doing just that.”Her bitter tone obviously didn’t escape her shaman as he applied a slight pressure on her fingers.“This must be very hard on you, Ariana, but know that I’ll do everything to help and guide you.”“Like telling me how I’m supposed to beat this darkness?”“Unfortunate as it is, I don’t possess this knowledge.All I’ve been able to learn is that you mustn’t fear the outcome.You will prevail as long as you accept your weaknesses and turn them into strengths.”“Huh?”He might mean well, but his words sounded like gibberish.Although they appeared to be speaking the same language, she didn’t understand him.He let go of her hand to rub his cheeks like a man struck with weariness.“What would you say is your weakness? Don’t think about it, Ariana, just answer the question.”“My lack of physical strength.Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never wanted to be a man, but I'm certain I’d defend myself much better if I had more muscle.I really wish I could be as strong as.”Her voice trailed off while she turned toward the Lord the Clans.Without asking for his gigantic stature, she wouldn’t have minded being able to fight off several men, like he had done before almost dying in the barn, or subdue an enraged mountain lion.His eyes on her, he cocked his head.“I may possess the force to wield my sword, but I’ll never heal people the way you do.Isn’t it something to be grateful for?”She supposed so, although in her current position she didn’t believe her special healing power would be of any use.She needed to destroy the darkness, not treat it for chickenpox.Lowering her gaze, she grabbed the handle of her mug and drank the last few sips of tea.Her shaman sighed.“Listen to me, dear girl, and may my words show you the light.Dwelling on what you can’t achieve won’t enlighten you.On the other hand, focusing on what you’re able to do might bring the answer you seek.All I can say is that the Darkening is upon us, but you aren’t ready to face it.”Only then did she remember the disc and the square.Weren’t they supposed to guide her in some mystic way or at least to back her up? To do whatever they had been created to do, and see her safely through the ordeal? Whatever their use, she couldn’t rely on unknown artefacts to show her the right way.Surely Cameron wouldn’t have forgotten about the small, black objects.Not with all they’d gone through to retrieve them.She had no memory of the Shrine of Destiny, but he’d hacked at trees and vines for the better part of the afternoon.Given that he hadn’t yet mentioned their findings to her shaman, she settled on following his lead.“Then prepare me.”“It’s my intention.Actually, we’ll start tomorrow morning.”His gaze taking on a respectful and possibly hopeful glint, he shifted his thin body to look at Cameron.“With our lord’s permission.”“By all means, shaman.Get her ready.”He didn’t smile, yet she heard a hint of amusement in his tone.Unable to discern what could possibly be funny to him, she figured he’d find entertainment in watching her learn and practise.Then again, which kind of training did her mentor conceive? More sword play or magical tricks? In spite of being pure magic, she'd never so much as raised a feather with the power of her mind.Nor thrown fireballs with a beautiful sway of her hands.Not even lit a candle without a flint.She revered the Ancients, but their defence strategies eluded her.They could have picked any warrior in the Four Kingdoms to accomplish this feat, so why had they designated her as wielder of a great power? Maybe in the old times their leader had been a woman.Regardless of all the questions swarming her mind, a more pressing issue also troubled her.Night had fallen a while ago now, and her aunt still hadn’t made an appearance.Where was she?“Shaman, aren’t you worried about Aunt Moyna? It’s getting late.”“Her husband took his tools with him.She said they wouldn’t come back early because he’s repairing a friend’s house.She even cooked a meal for me before they left.Would you like to share?”The mention of food stirred rumblings in the pit of her stomach.A large grin on her face, she bobbed her head.“With pleasure.It seems our journey hasn’t been about eating at all, and I’m starving.Thank you, shaman.”“Your aunt is an excellent cook, you won’t be disappointed.Just give me some time to heat it up.”“Take your time.There’s something we have to do first.”She wanted to see his camp, even though she wouldn’t sleep there tonight.Just in case she might need him later.As Cameron glanced at her with a questioning look, she rose from her chair and went to grab her cloak.“I left something I need in your saddlebags.Would you mind showing me the way to the camp?”“Of course.”She hadn’t touched his bags once, so he knew she was lying.Remembering too late that she could have requested her double sling, she followed him to the door before calling out to her shaman.“We won’t be long, don’t worry.”“I’ll be waiting here [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Have you never wondered about your tattoo? You’re the only person from our tribe to bear the mark of the Ancients.I’d even say probably the only one in the whole realm.”“I had no idea what my tattoo meant until Cameron told me.”“This particular drawing signifies that your power comes from the Ancients.They bestowed pure magic on you.”She recalled the Shrine of Fate, the war paintings on the cave walls, the long deserted feel of the place.“How can they do that when they’re all dead?”“They might be long dead but their spirits live on, in the air we breathe, the water we drink, the sun we draw energy from.Whenever evil threatens the Four Kingdoms, a mighty power arises to challenge it.The Darkening is intent on destroying our world and you’ve been chosen to defeat it.”“Fantastic.I’ve always dreamt of doing just that.”Her bitter tone obviously didn’t escape her shaman as he applied a slight pressure on her fingers.“This must be very hard on you, Ariana, but know that I’ll do everything to help and guide you.”“Like telling me how I’m supposed to beat this darkness?”“Unfortunate as it is, I don’t possess this knowledge.All I’ve been able to learn is that you mustn’t fear the outcome.You will prevail as long as you accept your weaknesses and turn them into strengths.”“Huh?”He might mean well, but his words sounded like gibberish.Although they appeared to be speaking the same language, she didn’t understand him.He let go of her hand to rub his cheeks like a man struck with weariness.“What would you say is your weakness? Don’t think about it, Ariana, just answer the question.”“My lack of physical strength.Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never wanted to be a man, but I'm certain I’d defend myself much better if I had more muscle.I really wish I could be as strong as.”Her voice trailed off while she turned toward the Lord the Clans.Without asking for his gigantic stature, she wouldn’t have minded being able to fight off several men, like he had done before almost dying in the barn, or subdue an enraged mountain lion.His eyes on her, he cocked his head.“I may possess the force to wield my sword, but I’ll never heal people the way you do.Isn’t it something to be grateful for?”She supposed so, although in her current position she didn’t believe her special healing power would be of any use.She needed to destroy the darkness, not treat it for chickenpox.Lowering her gaze, she grabbed the handle of her mug and drank the last few sips of tea.Her shaman sighed.“Listen to me, dear girl, and may my words show you the light.Dwelling on what you can’t achieve won’t enlighten you.On the other hand, focusing on what you’re able to do might bring the answer you seek.All I can say is that the Darkening is upon us, but you aren’t ready to face it.”Only then did she remember the disc and the square.Weren’t they supposed to guide her in some mystic way or at least to back her up? To do whatever they had been created to do, and see her safely through the ordeal? Whatever their use, she couldn’t rely on unknown artefacts to show her the right way.Surely Cameron wouldn’t have forgotten about the small, black objects.Not with all they’d gone through to retrieve them.She had no memory of the Shrine of Destiny, but he’d hacked at trees and vines for the better part of the afternoon.Given that he hadn’t yet mentioned their findings to her shaman, she settled on following his lead.“Then prepare me.”“It’s my intention.Actually, we’ll start tomorrow morning.”His gaze taking on a respectful and possibly hopeful glint, he shifted his thin body to look at Cameron.“With our lord’s permission.”“By all means, shaman.Get her ready.”He didn’t smile, yet she heard a hint of amusement in his tone.Unable to discern what could possibly be funny to him, she figured he’d find entertainment in watching her learn and practise.Then again, which kind of training did her mentor conceive? More sword play or magical tricks? In spite of being pure magic, she'd never so much as raised a feather with the power of her mind.Nor thrown fireballs with a beautiful sway of her hands.Not even lit a candle without a flint.She revered the Ancients, but their defence strategies eluded her.They could have picked any warrior in the Four Kingdoms to accomplish this feat, so why had they designated her as wielder of a great power? Maybe in the old times their leader had been a woman.Regardless of all the questions swarming her mind, a more pressing issue also troubled her.Night had fallen a while ago now, and her aunt still hadn’t made an appearance.Where was she?“Shaman, aren’t you worried about Aunt Moyna? It’s getting late.”“Her husband took his tools with him.She said they wouldn’t come back early because he’s repairing a friend’s house.She even cooked a meal for me before they left.Would you like to share?”The mention of food stirred rumblings in the pit of her stomach.A large grin on her face, she bobbed her head.“With pleasure.It seems our journey hasn’t been about eating at all, and I’m starving.Thank you, shaman.”“Your aunt is an excellent cook, you won’t be disappointed.Just give me some time to heat it up.”“Take your time.There’s something we have to do first.”She wanted to see his camp, even though she wouldn’t sleep there tonight.Just in case she might need him later.As Cameron glanced at her with a questioning look, she rose from her chair and went to grab her cloak.“I left something I need in your saddlebags.Would you mind showing me the way to the camp?”“Of course.”She hadn’t touched his bags once, so he knew she was lying.Remembering too late that she could have requested her double sling, she followed him to the door before calling out to her shaman.“We won’t be long, don’t worry.”“I’ll be waiting here [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]