The Search Begins Volume 02 of An Unwanted Destiny

Thirty-Eight

Talaspan3rd – 10,010 AP 

I could go on telling you about my training onthe island but that was twelve years' worth of time, and I don't think I have enoughtime to explain what I went through and still tell what I want to tell. I willsay though that Xionian wasn't lying to me when he said it would be grueling.Over the years I returned home wearing only pieces of my training attire. Ithink I had a new set of clothes made every week and knowing the limitedsupplies and money I felt terrible for the people of Foxmore. I could havestarted here, for this is when my destiny decided to give me a kick in theright direction. The moment that it was revealed that I was the Ajemuha wasdestiny pushing me back onto the path it wants me to go. This day though waslike getting a swift kick in the ass by fate. 

I woke to look at the ceiling of my home and sighed. I got out of bed, made my way over to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face to help wake myself up. I looked at myself in the mirror and ran a hand through the little bit of hair I had on my chin before grabbing my training attire from the floor. I couldn't believe where my life had become.

"Happy birthday to me," I said before making my way over to Diark which was propped up in the corner.

My hand wrapped around the sheath, which Xionian had crafted for me not long after I arrived in Foxmore, and there was a sharp pain which shot through my head causing me to drop to the floor clutching my head as it felt like someone was trying to squeeze it like a fruit. Images started to flash through my head the same instance that the pain began. It had me flying through the sky then showed me what looked like a massive gash in the ground that went on for miles. I was brought down towards the floor then to a cave which continued deep below the surface until I was looking upon a massive ziggurat. The structure seemed very similar to the Aeon Temple back in Cinnar. It covered ten square miles and rose up to the ceiling of the cavern. The images then moved inside to a large room with a sandish brown orb the size of a man's fist residing on a pedestal, giving off a brown light.

The images vanished as suddenly as they had arrived and the pain, luckily, went as well. I slowly rose to my feet and felt blood flowing down my face. I reached up and found that my nose was bleeding. I quickly cleaned up then strapped Diark to my back. I grabbed my dagger which I named after my dead Master, Zammorak, hooking it to my belt before I left to begin the daily training.

I hoped to make it to the Temple without any of the villagers seeing me, but it seemed like they had all been waiting, with gifts, right outside my front door. I smiled, bowed my head, and thanked everyone as I accepted their gifts. It took an hour to reach the Temple despite being only a half mile from my home, and there were still many people standing outside when I arrived the Temple. I nearly tripped over all the gifts I was juggling to keep in my arms. The moment I entered the Temple the priests all rushed to help.

"We will take these to your home Lord Ajemuha," said a man nearly ten years my senior.

I smiled but wished that he and everyone else in Foxmore would drop the "lord" every time I was around. They all treated me like I was some high noble and despite my asking them to stop they kept doing it. I found Xionian kneeling before the statue of Zavv like he did every day and I knelt a dozen feet behind him, waiting like I did every day for Xionian to acknowledge me.

After thirty minutes he finally spoke.

"What is troubling you today?"

"There was an incident this morning Master, which is still causing me pain."

"What kind of incident?"

"The moment I touched Diark I had a rush of images flash through my head."