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When I found that this game of hide and seek was hopeless, I wanted to run away. However, the realization that nowhere I ran to would escape this horror, I was petrified. I could not hide from what I feared. What was I to do to escape from the madness?

 A Traveler's Tale  By  Teztob  A.K.A.  Ashlen  Botzet



As I was sitting on the stone bench in the town square, I was frustrated how I wouldn't be chosen to be in the Sorcerer's, Warrior's, or Thieves' Clan, like the rest of the townsfolk. What made me different than all the others? Surely if these people are instructors of an entire school of youths, then choosing a clan for me would be an easy task. In all reality, apparently it was not. They said I was too equally gifted in all areas to decide, a situation that could not be decided too lightly. I didn't think I was gifted at all. It just came natural to me, like breathing. People said that I could swing a sword so that it was heavy in blow and light in weight. That was not admirable to me at all, that was in fact mediocre, as was the system I lived in. It could be argued that I also thought most things were mediocre and that this was no different. This was true enough, I thought that things always could be improved. Why settle for something less than what could easily be attained? Alas, people called me ungrateful for my different opinions, a "spoiled brat" if you will. Many times rotten fruit would be thrown at me because of my different views. I guess I was too hopeful. These people were too accustomed to the way they lived, too believing to what they were told. When I pointed this out, and gave reasons why that is bad, the townsfolk blamed me for their problems. I was lost in these thoughts when an old gentleman came up to me and said in a deep broad voice, "I hear of a boy named Rendrik. Are you this boy?" I replied, "Why, yes I am, and who are you?" He said, "You can call me Nirim." "Well if you insist. Tell me, what brings you here, Nirim?" "I have heard that you have not been chosen for a clan." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Yeah, I haven't been chosen for any three yet." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Three clans? Is that what they are telling you nowadays?",Nirim asked. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Sure, there are only three, right?", I inquired. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Come with me boy. This may be your only chance to educate yourself about all the clans." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">I was unsure about Nirim and who he really was, but I decided to follow him. First, we stopped to pack my things. I didn't have much to pack, except for spring water, and some smoked sausages. I tied this into a small bag which I carried on my back. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">After all the preparation, we were off on our way, by foot. Either it was a short distance to walk, or this man did not have much gold. Either way, I was willing to walk in order to educate myself about this fourth clan, as it was the most hopeful so far.

<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The journey was a long one. I was getting quite exhausted of the walking, and it was getting very dark. I could no longer see the fiery sunset, nor the mountain peaks in the distance. Fortunately, a couple hours later we finally made it through the rough trail into a cave inside a secluded mountain. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">When we went into the mountain, it was lit with torches across the wall. We slowly made it through slips and slides inside the moist cave until we got to a dark section. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">In this part of the cave there were many people standing around in a formation. They looked at me in shock, although the meaning of their shock was unclear. I could not decipher it, so I remained silent. I looked to Nirim for guidance but he was talking to one of the elders. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">It was at this moment that the elder he was speaking to came over and said, "I hear you are Rendrik." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Yes, I am Rendrik." I replied. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Please welcome our guest." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The people cheered, "Never fear, Rendrik is here!", for ten minutes before the elder silenced them with a gesture. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Rendrik, it is my pleasure to be your teacher. Our clan is better than the others, there is no reason for you to be educated in that filth when you could be here. Do you accept my offer to educate you in the Watcher's Clan?" <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">I assessed the situation. It seemed as though this man was a bit arrogant to discard the place so easily I used to live in. However, I did see some opportunity in this place. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"I accept." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"Wise choice. My squires will lead you to your room." <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">As I unpacked in my room, I noticed how nice it was in there. It seemed as if they had known I was coming. There was tiger skin blankets on my bed, the pillows were made of silk, and the walls were painted blue. As I laid down, a short wave of doubt in these people swept over me, but I shook it off. My resolution could never falter. No argument could lead me astray.

<span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The next day, I was woke to a sudden alarm. The squires led me to a room in which everyone was meeting.This place smelled of rotten fruit. I pondered what was to happen in this room, what was going to be decided. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The elder hushed the people and said, "Nirim was assassinated last night in his sleep. Who did this?" <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The people looked around for a while until all of them eventually found me. Their eyes darkened slightly. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">I was sure I had done no wrong but everyone looked at me as if I had. Why was it me that they thought did it, and no one else? <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">I felt a wave of aggression sweep over me, and I ran. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">"After him!", the elder shouted. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">The people ran after me yelling with the rotten fruit I smelled earlier. I sprinted as fast as I could, but despite my agility I tripped. Before I hit the stone floor, all I remembered before I blacked out was the chanting of "Always fear, Rendrik is here", and then I realized there was no escape from the mediocrity, the scapegoats and prejudice. I was trapped in what I had tried to escape from. <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #ffffff; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> EL FINE