Chapter 2: Biowl Monastery
"One two, one two, one two
The voice echoed through the great hall. Many monks were moving along
in beat with the barking of the instructor. Suddenly out of the corner
of the hall a man appeared through a door, running over to the monk
standing on a platform in the center of the room, who was being addressed
as the instructor by other monks in the room.
"Sir, there's someone here to see you" he yelled
"One two one two, hold!" The instructor shouted, turning
to the man who was now jumping up on the platform. The two whispered
to each other for a couple of minutes before he turned back to the
crowd in front of him. "Dismissed!" he said loudly over
the whispers of everyone in the room, then disappeared with the man.
Sabyn, for one, was pleased with the early dismissal. As much as
he liked training, it was harsh. His favorite place to be wasn't the
training floor, though, it was the library, which is where he was
headed now. Rushing past others, through corridors, and past rooms,
he came upon the library and entered. Rows of books lined the rooms,
the shelves reaching well above the ground. Ladders sat leaning against
some of the walls, being the only way to reach most of the books.
Everything you could ever want to know could be found in here, but
most monks spent as much time as they could training their muscles,
not their mind. Quickly Sabyn rushed up a ladder and found the book
he was looking for. Carefully he tucked the book under his arm and
climbed back down the ladder. Taking a seat at a table, he began to
read. He was well into the book when unexpectedly a hand rested lightly
on his shoulder.
"It's always easy to find you, you're always here"
Sabyn turned to see who it was.
"Master T'Gar!" Quickly Sabyn stood up and bowed to show
"Sit, sit m'boy" the old man replied, motioning him to sit
back down in his chair. "When it is just us you don't have to
be so formal" he said, smiling at Sabyn.
"T'Gar" he quickly corrected.
" Sabyn smiled. "T'Gar, what brings you
here to see me?"
"You're an intelligent boy, right?"
"I'd like to think so, though it's not for me to say."
"What's this?" T'Gar asked, holding up a black leaf that
Sabyn quickly recognized.
"That's Zedil, a very common weed that's highly poisonous unless
mixed with Zidel"
"Correct! And what's this?" T'Gar quickly held up another
leaf with his other hand, this one was white though, but other then
the color it was almost like a common leaf off any old tree.
Master, where did you get that? It's extremely rare!"
The master quickly shot back a look. Sabyn knew the look, it meant
that T'Gar wanted to finish speaking instead of going off topic. It
also meant that the question would answer itself later.
"Alright, now tell me what happens when you mix the two."
Sabyn looked at T'Gar, then answered "The special juice in the
Zidel will cancel out the poison of the Zedil and will create a very
rare drink that's rumored to taste heavenly."
"Correct again! You are smart m'boy!" T'Gar gave a big smile.
"So what are you thinking now?"
"I'm thinking either we have an important guest coming or you're
up to no good." Sabyn looked over at T'Gar, then smiled. "Or
maybe even both."
"Smart and perceptive! I'm going to have to keep my eye on you!"
T'Gar winked and tapped Sabyn's forehead. "Tomorrow we are being
visited by the T'Forgde, some of their generals I might add. We will
be hosting them supper, and each master is to bring his best student."
"And what does this have to do with me?"
The old man grinned, "You're the one I'm bringing. Their drinks
will be spiked with sleeping potion, afterwards I'll need your help
to carry out a ceremony that will wipe us from their memory, so they
will never bother us again."
"But why me?" Sabyn had a stunned look on his face. "Surely
there are others who are far more qualified than I."
"Believe it or not m'boy, it's rare for anyone around here to
know Zedil has an oppressor not just an antidote, not to mention what
it looks like, that was not luck as you might have called it."
T'Gar patted Sabyn's knee "Go get some sleep, it's getting late
and you'll need to be as awake as you can be." The old man grinned
as he walked out of the library.
Sabyn sat there in silence, contemplating what had just happened.
Chosen by his master for such a thing, he didn't know whether it was
an honor or punishment. He had never been in front of such high ranking
people before, let alone be invited to supper with them. Slowly rising
to his feet, he realized he had no choice but to attend. He would
most likely not see his master until the supper, and then there would
be not enough time to find someone else. Shuffling his feet, he slowly
made his way out of the library. "I may as well go to bed and
put these troubles behind me for now, there's no sense worrying about
them now that there's no going back," He told himself as he walked
through empty halls towards the sleeping area. "Tomorrow will
come and tomorrow will go just like any other day."
After a short walk, he finally reached the sleeping area, a large
flat room with straw mats laid on the floor, though each mat was a
bit different from each users personal touches. Some longer, some
shorter, some with some color, others with fancy decors, so no one
would take someone else's by accident. Many were already resting from
the day's weary activities. Picking up his pace a little, he found
his mat in a corner of the room, distinguished by a single clipped
corner and a weaved picture of a book. Curling up on it he took a
look around, then closed his eyes, wishing tomorrow wouldn't come.
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