Raen spent the next four weeks in the temple without exception, and the only visit he was allowed to receive was from his father. Despite the many new things he learned, he felt lonely. Even Loenka was hardly seen, although he lived in the temple. At first Raen didn't know why he saw him so seldom, but then he learned that his priestly friend was no longer responsible for him. Everything in the temple was strictly divided, and the training of the young warriors was the responsibility of other priests. Raen didn't know any of them. His future spiritual teacher was called Hyaunset Chodan and was already approaching his sixtieth year. The boy was very sad about this change because he would have loved to continue studying with Loenka. He found it difficult to accept the cycle of things. Everything was constantly changing. He was now a chosen one and under new laws, he was now living a completely different life.In addition to the daily prayers and the first lessons in Alt-Hy, Rae

Meanwhile, a black cloth had been spread out behind him and he had to lie down on it. The golden face of Hyaun hovered above him, and even from this position He seemed to be looking straight into his eyes. He waited anxiously. One of the priests handed him what looked like a small ball of dried leaves and asked him to chew it.'That's the Zhangha!' Raen thought excitedly. It was the first time he took it. Willingly he opened his mouth and bit it up. The stuff tasted bitter, but he chewed on it for a long time and swallowed the resulting juice. At first he did not feel anything of the supposed miraculous effect, which was one of the greatest secrets of the warriors. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the priest's shadow kneeling next to him, and that the shadow was holding a knife. Raen wanted to open his eyes and sit up, but felt strangely lazy. The contours blurred, only to emerge even more clearly afterwards. The light grew bright and Raen seemed to be able to hear every s

Kaera, who had lost his shyness towards Raen and regarded him as a friend, continued to talk cheerfully. He didn't seem to notice that the older one didn't feel the need to talk.“Your father chased me around a lot.Is he doing the same to you? ” Raen still didn't answer. He continued to look at his burning hands. Kaera persevered.“Your father is very good! I wish I could fight like him one day. Oh, that was pretty good today. In fact, it was fun even though it was so tough. In the rain everything is very different. You hear differently, you see differently, you move differently. ”Kaera was downright euphoric.Raen rolled his eyes. Such was his comrade, either he was deeply saddened and afraid of his own shadow, or he was in an overly good mood. Kaera was very exhausting, and he clung to Raen like a burdock. And since they also shared a common compartment in the room of the young warriors in the south tower, he had almost no rest

She stayed with her sister. She's a little scared. Everything is so strange to her here ”, Hereke explained and shyly ignored Andra's offer."So, I'll try, okay?" Andra persisted.Hereke blushed. "If you think so." He was visibly worried and bit his lip. Raen knew how long his friend had been longing to finally know what Suneka thought of him, and how much he cursed it for being so shy in this case.“It's good, try it. Thank you, Andra. “Hereke looked over her shoulder, shyly.“It's okay, I like to do it. It might be better from woman to woman ”, she winked at Hereke encouragingly. "Raen is too wooden-footed for such delicate matters."Raen stuck his tongue out."Kind head," she replied simply.In the meantime they had arrived at the wash house and went up to the rooms that were the realm of medicine.“I work here. And that is the great Seya, my teacher. From her I learn everything there is t

But Kaera also has the courage in her, I can feel that, otherwise Hyaun would not have called him. He just has to discover it himself first, then Kaera will become a courageous fighter too. ”Kensa paused, and the others waited for him to continue.“Both guys are inhibited in using the sword, but the reason is different. So we have to find different medicines for the two of them. Kaera is supposed to learn to raise his sword against a person without consideration or caution, and Raen has to learn that courage also means prudence, and that rash daring on the battlefield only comes to one end, namely death. The battlefield has no compassion for the timid, nor is it indulgent for a hothead who is far too stormy. It's a good teacher, but one without any forgiveness, it punishes the mistakes, that's all. ”Kensa looked around. Being among themselves as warriors, it was not uncommon for the unspeakable to be brought up so openly."Today Kaera did well in a du