I think that since I was very little Iíve always dreamed of getting away from here. Itís not that my folkís place is lame or what have you, but when you live in a world where you can actually gain magical powers, itís really hard to just stay put and live in the very same place where you were born.
It comes and goes, naturally. I am very loved by and loving my family, so itís not as if Iím rejected from my village. But there is more to life than just learning the tools of the trade from old Nasim, the villageís blacksmith. And now, with the festival just two days away, Iím feeling more restless than ever.
The festival is the annual gathering of people who plan on embarking on the journey to gaining magical powers. To do so, you must enter one of the several Nexus scattered in the kingdoms, and with a little luck, you rise up with new magical powers. Like I said, there are several nexus. The one closest to our village could give you the control over the elements, but Iíve heard of some people that have control over the animals, some that can change their shape at will, and some that are even more jarring.
Thatís decided. Tomorrow, Iíll sneak into the main plaza, and Iíll join the travellers.
Then Iíll see who Iíll join or what will happen.
Yeah, tomorrowís the day. Iíll make my own fate.
Dawn finds me wide awake. I couldnít find sleep. I kept hearing voices in my head, from everyone Iíve ever known, expressing what I imagine their reactions will be when they understand what my plan is. But I canít back down now. Not after all the work that went into securing my bagís contents.
I rise carefully. As I dress in the morningís light, I keep an hear out for the other habitants of the house. Nobodyís in the habit of rising early, but it wouldnít do to be surprised so close to leaving. I fasten my headband, put my blacksmithís apprentice gloves on, and spare half a smile at the thought that now, Iím a real journeyman.
I slip unnoticed into the morning air. The animals we keep are used to my comings and goings early in the morning, so they donít betray me. As it is, I halfway expect all of the neighbors to hear my beating heart. Iím so stressed, I feel like my throat is parched, and I almost reach for the mater I carry in my bag before thinking of how I will need it on the journey.
Still silently, although the need is now gone, I walk the streets of the village to the main plaza, where the gathering is schedule to take place. Weíre not supposed to leave at dawn, but it feels like Iím already stepping into a new world. Where Iíll make myself known.
This I promised, long ago.