I awoke with an enthusiasm that had not tempted my senses in many years, not even the ravaging fear of my nightmares could shake me from sleep with this much vigor. I felt the anticipation for what was chalked up to be a perfect representation for the Audux life well up inside me. I had little knowledge of the traditions of my brethren and it seemed only fitting that my beloved niece and nephew would be the introduction to the way of life I had thrown myself into.
I rolled over and hopped to my feet. I took in the now cold trough of water and the various animals strewn and sleeping across the floor, letting the familiarity wash over me. I decided to be helpful this morning, since, due to tradition, the day would start a little late for all of those who would attend the Nomiatur. I walked over to the through and began dragging it slowly to the door, moving only centimeters at a time. A little water sloshed out with every forceful tug. I eventually managed to open the door and pour it on to the cobbled street, letting it run into the dips that ran down the sides of them. I dragged the now light trough around the house and placed it between Rosy's herb garden and grain ration shed.
I then walked back into the house buzzing internally for the incoming adventure.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
In the name of courage.
FantasiaA young man, tortured by his past, must learn to differentiate between courage and cowardice in a journey that may lead him to his death.
