orionsixwings
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Chapter 3: A BREATH OF TRUTH
The Lamija was blowing from the southwest, and the waves of the ocean rippled through the horizon. The orange glow of the setting sun accompanied the thick cumulus clouds into slowly disappearing with the darkening sky. It was breathtaking, yet somber. Lio found himself again staring at the vast expanse of the world around him.
Lio had always found great solace in the solitude of the Mishrel Soni beaches, taking refuge in the golden sands of the Wynn desert washed assiduously by the Sea of Sands. After spending an exhausting day of preaching the Mishreli the Haeran Way, he would wind up taking his seemingly infinite walk along the shores, barefoot to feel the coarse grains of sand and the warm saltwater, immersing himself with thoughts of unanswered questions. More recently he had made this not as his habit but as his ritual, if not his devotion, not only to mourn for the demise of his beloved parents, but also to backtrack in history bits and pieces of memories that would somehow make sense his present situation.
Being the youngest priest of Haera in this part of Wynnguarde, Lio's acceleration to the priesthood was legend. No one in their living history had equaled his achievement. He was exalted and respected, until the devastating accident.
The accident. Everything still seemed to be a blur whenever he tries to remember that ill-fated day. But the one thing that kept on pestering his mind, more than seeing his father crumpled and dead, was the dying words of his mother.
"Seek him." His mother said.
"Seek who?"
"Your father." His mother coughed blood, her breathing more labored.
"Mother, I don't understand," his voice heightened with panic and confusion.
"Lio, there's no time. Seek him in Ilan. He will tell you who you really are. Seek Morion. I'm sorry son." And with that, his mother was gone.
Lio stifled a cry. Those painful memories have strained his life, made him neglect the serious duties of his priesthood. The highly acclaimed priest suddenly transformed into an empty preacher, isolated, distant. His brothers from the congregation saw to understand his bereavement, but the more they wanted to lead him back, the more he drifted away. The brothers saw that Lio had become a lost cause. They eventually gave up on him.
He didn't mind however the indifference of the people he once shared his dedication with. He felt the teachings he had tried to spread dissolve in utter nothingness. The numerous times he spent his solitude in the shores of Mishrel Soni were only a prelude to him gathering his strength. He had questions to be answered, and he was already sure he was to pursue the truth his mother wanted him to seek. He was just waiting for the traditional 30-day mourning period to end. Then, he'll be on his way.
Somewhere in the distance, across the vast area of the sea, lays the island he has been eager to see. Somewhere in the southwest, where the Lamija was coming from, loomed the answers to questions "Who am I?" and "Why did mother say I have another father?"
His appointed ambition to become high priest would have to be set aside. For some reason, he felt that the great door of change that just opened up in front of him would bring him the long sought adventure he last dreamt of as a child.
Hopefully, he would find his true self in Ilan.
Lio had always found great solace in the solitude of the Mishrel Soni beaches, taking refuge in the golden sands of the Wynn desert washed assiduously by the Sea of Sands. After spending an exhausting day of preaching the Mishreli the Haeran Way, he would wind up taking his seemingly infinite walk along the shores, barefoot to feel the coarse grains of sand and the warm saltwater, immersing himself with thoughts of unanswered questions. More recently he had made this not as his habit but as his ritual, if not his devotion, not only to mourn for the demise of his beloved parents, but also to backtrack in history bits and pieces of memories that would somehow make sense his present situation.
Being the youngest priest of Haera in this part of Wynnguarde, Lio's acceleration to the priesthood was legend. No one in their living history had equaled his achievement. He was exalted and respected, until the devastating accident.
The accident. Everything still seemed to be a blur whenever he tries to remember that ill-fated day. But the one thing that kept on pestering his mind, more than seeing his father crumpled and dead, was the dying words of his mother.
"Seek him." His mother said.
"Seek who?"
"Your father." His mother coughed blood, her breathing more labored.
"Mother, I don't understand," his voice heightened with panic and confusion.
"Lio, there's no time. Seek him in Ilan. He will tell you who you really are. Seek Morion. I'm sorry son." And with that, his mother was gone.
Lio stifled a cry. Those painful memories have strained his life, made him neglect the serious duties of his priesthood. The highly acclaimed priest suddenly transformed into an empty preacher, isolated, distant. His brothers from the congregation saw to understand his bereavement, but the more they wanted to lead him back, the more he drifted away. The brothers saw that Lio had become a lost cause. They eventually gave up on him.
He didn't mind however the indifference of the people he once shared his dedication with. He felt the teachings he had tried to spread dissolve in utter nothingness. The numerous times he spent his solitude in the shores of Mishrel Soni were only a prelude to him gathering his strength. He had questions to be answered, and he was already sure he was to pursue the truth his mother wanted him to seek. He was just waiting for the traditional 30-day mourning period to end. Then, he'll be on his way.
Somewhere in the distance, across the vast area of the sea, lays the island he has been eager to see. Somewhere in the southwest, where the Lamija was coming from, loomed the answers to questions "Who am I?" and "Why did mother say I have another father?"
His appointed ambition to become high priest would have to be set aside. For some reason, he felt that the great door of change that just opened up in front of him would bring him the long sought adventure he last dreamt of as a child.
Hopefully, he would find his true self in Ilan.
