M P Jump3R - BattleR Saga 1 - Everyone Forgets The Beginning

Sixth Chant: Now And Then. Nothing Important Changed.

“Sensei! Sensei! It’s missing the ending!”

“No, my young warrior, the story never ends. Have you already forgotten the truths from the temple?”

“No master, but it’s not what I meant… Look!”

Young boy, no more than 10 years old, ran through the hall to the next room with old scroll in his hand.

Lying on the couch, middle-aged man smoking a pipe took the scroll from the boy and smiled.

“My boy” he unreel the paper coil, got up from the couch and pushed boy back to the room he came from. “This is just a half of what we succeeded to retrieve after so many wars… Find the scroll with this symbol on it” he showed the boy small multi-cross shaped symbol in the bottom left corner of the scroll.

Room was full of books and papers laying everywhere with no place to leave the cup of tea for a moment. The man leaned on the doors and still smoking pipe looked as boy was looking through the bookshelves, desk and piles of paper to find the one scroll his master mentioned.

After few minutes of searching, boy sit tired on the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?”

“Wh… What do you mean?” boy asked while heavily panting.

“What I mean is my business, but what should YOU do right now? Is sitting on the floor the best way to find something? What did they taught you in the temple anyway?”

Boy's azure eyes pierced master’s dark brown ones with deep sadness. The temple is gone, the monastery crumbled, the monks are dead.

“Come on, speak up, what did they taught you?”

“I… I can’t… I don’t know what you want to know, sensei…”

“Tell me one rule you had to follow in the Temple and the only one I said you can break when I took you in.”

“The rule…” still panting, black haired boy stood up and whispered “No  chants are allowed without permission of the Higher Fathers.”

“So? Find this bloody paper and read the story to the end… As I said, one must know past to make the future… And stop bugging me with questions every now and then. Come when you’re finished”

“Yes, sensei”

The boy put on his white hood and joined his hands in praying position, then he reached out one hand forward making it fist and whispered:

“Blue sky and blue water, guide the moon and sun. Feel the tree, feel the ink. Smell the parchment, taste its age.”

He opened his eyes which glowed dark deep red and opened the outstretched palm. The boy created small whirl above his hand sucking all the air in.

“Basic Fusion. Wood and water element. Written Searcher. Come, scroll with cross symbol.”

From the huge pile of papers on the window still few old and a little burned sheets flew up to the ceiling and fused into one long scroll.

The whirl on boy’s open palm stopped, there was no more wind current in the room and scroll slowly sank onto his hooded head.

“Sensei! It worked!” the boy screamed rushing to the doors with rolled scroll in his hands when he remembered last words of his current teacher.

His hand stopped before it reached the door-knob. He pulled it back, took off the hood and looked at the scroll.

“No, I think he knows…” boy turned around and sat on the chair in the center of the room. “No need to disturb him for now, let’s get back to reading, shall we? Mister Dhamm?”