Bearer of Shinies
Lester the Chosen sat in the his hut, waiting. He had heard the rumors. He had heard the words. He knew today is the day.
He sipped his cup of hot tea slowly, letting it seep in: they said he was born bearing the mark of the chosen one. Chosen for what he didn’t know; the elders just whispered and pointed as he aged. He could tell they were waiting for the right time, the right wisdom to tell him something. “But what?” he wonders as he drinks his tea.
The knock at his door broke in upon his thoughts. He got up. The pounding just continued.
“Hold your horses” he said as he skitters to the door. He opened it to a flood of people who enter: elders from his tribe, elders from nearby town, all escorted by guards... filling his hut to the brim.
Lester hustled about, helping people get inside, pushing things around and letting people shift about. The crowd quietly continued to mill. Lester noticed a group of 3 elders, none he had seen before. They had gathered together, watching him. He approached the 3 and bowed in reverence. “What brings you to my humble home”.
The three silently looked him over waiting patiently. Lester felt their inquiring eyes burn through his skin, making him wonder what was going on. One of them spoke.
“Lester the Chosen, it is time for you to live up to that title. The wars are coming and we fear that if we do not stop them, our villages, our people will soon perish.” The elder stepped back and another spoke.
“It has been foretold by the prophecies that one born with the mark will give our people a chance, a chance for lasting peace... a peace that can not be gotten from any other means but a long journey and great sacrifice.” The middle one continued the speech.
“Your voyage will be long. You will have many hardships, Lester. It will take time. You may never see your home again.”
Lester had been training his whole life for some unknown fate. Never, for one moment, had he thought that fate would force him to leave his home, his village behind, never to see them again. His eyes dropped as he thought about not having his daily tea, sitting by a warm toasty fire.
Even though Lester was visibly shaken, the elder continued. “You must take what’s in this box and carry it.” The elder waved. One of his entourage brought over a small jewel encrusted box. “Let the sun shine over it and let the moon smile upon it.”
The elder paused looking at Lester’s face, so young and not showing the wisdom or age of the elders. He thought of the burden he was giving to him: a burden he would not understand.
”Travel north until their is no land, only snow. Find the legendary Shackwitch and she will tell you what to do. Follow her words and this village, your people, may have chance.“
Lester’s mind was drifting. How can this journey be that important? Why so far north. The elder broke in upon his revery, loudly proclaiming, “Until you meet her, speak not a word! Utter not a syllable! Scribe not a letter... or certain doom will strike us all!” The room fell silent as Lester wondered how he could keep silent for such a time.
“Over the last 100 generations we have carried this box, waiting for you. I thought I would carry it to my dying days. But now it is time!” He paused, waiting for Lester to take in his words.
“Either you will walk out of here as Lester the Doomer: letting the war erupt causing eternal damnation to your people... or you will open the box to become ’Lester, the Bearer of The Elements Of Gnor’ock’ and savior of our kind.” he stopped speaking and held the box out to him.
Lester mind reeled. He had never thought that this would be his decision. A death march up north in silence to bring peace to his peace or stay behind leading to certain war. He thought hard, looking at the old box. His hands nervously moved forward, slowly opening the box. A breath of dusty air escaped as the lid was lifted. He moved his hand inside, feeling piles of old decaying parchment until he felt something. He held it up and smiled at it’s natural beauty... a necklace like no other.
The room watched in awe. Unseen for centuries, it was shown to the crowd. Its beauty was back in the world and all wished they could be as lucky as Lester to hold such a thing.
Lester took his last free breath and placed the necklace around his neck. He knew he was doing the right thing. The unfamiliar weight around his neck seemed to beckon him toward his destiny.
The crowd silently formed a line to watch him to start his epic journey; a journey of salvation for his people... a journey that they all envy him for. Lester walks between the elders and their guards; their wisdom, their strength so muchgreater than his. He could feel their hopes, their desires and the importance they saw in his journey. He took his final steps inside his home. His thought were suddenly interrupted by a child staring in wonder at Lester.
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