A journey
The sun was low when they found me.
The desert sand still had a bit of freshness from last night. It was scary as the desert was cold at night.
My clothes and my bundle kept me warm. But if I had to carry all my belongs for another day through the Desert, probably my mission would be passed to someone else.
I heard the caravan approaching and stopping. Some people dismounted from their camels and horses and approached my prone body. I kept quiet during the examination and mumbled something to let them know I was still alive.
Someone reached down and gave me sips of water. I thanked him. They supported my back in the bundle. As they talked, trying to decide what they would do with me, one of his children came up and offered me a very sweet liquid mixture. I think it didn’t take a minute till I fall asleep.
When I woke up I was in a tent, my things were stacked next to me. The gem that contained my memories topped the pile of clothes. I took it in my hands. I didn’t know what was hidden inside of it, I just knew this was the confirmation of the deal I had made. I knew one had to give up important things to close that deal. When I offered my memories, I offered all the relationships I'd had in those years that I lived. I offered things that belong to me and to others. I offered the love one felt the hatred one felt. The things that made me who I was. I offered the life of the person I was in exchange for power. And by offering of more power.
My patron was pleased with the deal made. I exchanged my memories to have power. Even not knowing why that the person who I was needed so much power anymore, I owed it to her.
I needed to gather more power, learn to manipulate arcane arts as well as the wise who had freed the people from slavery or the prophet who united the great Bahabia. I had a fraction of that power. Insignificant portion. I didn’t need the power just for me. It would be with this power I would fulfill my part on the bargain.
With these powers, I received the mission to act on these lands in a way that my patron could not right now. He could influence, guide and manifest through me. Until he could do it with his own physical body.
I understood as the moment was approaching I would get stronger. Our connection would be stronger and I might figure out what we both wanted.
The jewel shone a light blue tone and soothed me.
All of my memories on the palm of my hand.
If I wanted them back all I needed to do was wish and say the right word.
My memories would come back, my powers would be sealed within the gem and the deed would be broken. I have no idea what the breach of the contract would mean to me, but my patron would not be pleased.
Therefore, until the time to release him comes I will not recover my memories.
For now I have to keep seeking for clues of the my patron’s sealed body whereabouts, allying myself to adventurers from time to time to keep exploring the world in least dangerous way possible.
I know there is no longer any sorcerer in Guarlucchia who can use the enchanted Shield of Tin. Perhaps the power I'm seeking is in this kingdom at war.
But until I have the opportunity to get close to those relics I will have many ways to go.
The noise intensified outside the tent. I have kept the gem.
I tied my Keffiyeh around my head and came out to greet the people who had brought me to their oasis.
They were getting ready to leave. I helped load the wagons and to saddle the animals.
Few hours we were leaving for a destination still unknown for me.
