It is March 15th. The year is 300, and my name is Dalai Bush'kn. My people, the Shadow Monks, live high in the mountains of Gaia, we are a peaceful tribe. Today is the day when i get assigned an apprentice to learn the arts of Kajin, or shadow moving. Which is the ability to conquer the shadows and use it for everyday chores and tasks. Like for instance, we plow our fields and build out houses all by using Kajin. Every boy in the village gets assigned on their 13th birthday a Dalai for a teacher, and they will be taught for 10 years, which consists of very vigorous training of the mind and body. The creator spirit Ignus, who is also the giver of fire, will pass on to a student the ability to do Kajin, but only when their mind and body have been strengthened.
Here comes the Elders now, Cheif Jajin points to the crowd of young boys and three step forward. These three are the village best, and I will get to pick one of them to teach my knowledge to. The Elders nor I get to pick who apprentice me, it is Ignus who decides. This will be my second year of watching as all the elders combine their Kajin and summon up Ignus. It is a sight to see, the sky gets dark and the sun turns deep blue. All the people are dead silent, not even a bird chirps. Suddenly a bright, thin string of light moves from the mass of fire and shadow that Ignus is. The light points to the second of the three boys. Who happens to be the smallest of the three, and he has messy brown hair and golden yellow eyes which seem to pierce through the blue darkness. Ignus has chosen, now the elder's Kajin is returned and I have a new apprentice.
 duhnali · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 11:25am · 0 Comments |
