The Four Crystals: Book One

The Earth Crystal

Chapters 1-5

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Chapter One

David was roused from his sleep by a voice that kept on saying, "David, wake up," David opened his dark-brown eyes slowly to find that it was his mother who had been calling his name. "Good morning, David," his mother said with a pearly white smile. "Good morning, mother," David replied, still half asleep. "You know what day it is today, don't you David?" his mother asked, still smiling. David's eyes widened when he heard this question. He looked over to the calender on the wall by his bed to see that it was March 3rd, his birthday. "Yes," he said. "It's my fourteenth birthday today!" "Yes it is. Now, hurry up and get dressed. We don't want to be late," his mother said and started to walk toward the door adjacent from his bedside, her red curls of hair bouncing up and down as she walked. "Why?" he inquired. His mother stopped and turned around toward him, her bright blue eyes shining. "Don't you know? You're now old enough to hear the story of the Four Crystals of Legend now," she replied and went out the door, closing it behind her. David got out of bed quickly, walked across his small room to his dresser, took out a black, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans and quickly got dressed and went out his bedroom door and down the stairs. David was in the "Hall of Eyes", as his mother had always called it because of the many pictures on the walls of David's ancestors. As he walked through the hall, he looked at the pictures, his head moving from side to side. Soon he passed the first door on the left, then the one on the right and then one on the left and he then reached the so-called "border" between the kitchen and the TV room. David turned left and entered the kitchen where his mother was standing, waiting for him. "Oh, you look good, David," she said, smiling again. "Thank you, mother," David replied, getting some of his long, dark brown hair out of his face with a hasty brush of his hand. "Well, we best be going, or you'll be late to here the story with the other fourteen-year-olds," his mother said and turned toward the door at the end of the kitchen and exited the house, into the town of Millford. David followed after her quickly, eager to hear the legend of the Four Crystals. * * * As David and his mother entered the hut that had the storyteller in it, David's excitement started to grow even more than it had when he left the house. David looks around and saw an old man who wore a beat-up old black robe and had a staff in one hand and a massive book in the other. The man's hair was mostly gray except for a few spots of black and was down to his shoulders. He had a wrinkled up face with a huge scar over one eye. His eyes were a strange, bluish gray color. "Greetings," the old man said in a raspy voice. "Hello, sir. I'm David and today is my fourteenth birthday," David replied. "Ahh, yes. You were quite the adventurous one in your lifetime," the man said with a smile. "I was, sir?" David asked, confused by the man's words. "Yes. I've known you ever since you were born," David looked at his mother, who had been behind him, staring at the old man, her mouth slightly open. "David, this man is your Godfather," she said with surprise very immenent in her voice. David looked at the man. "Really? How come I never got to meet him?" "Because, I supposedly vanished from the town when you were born," the man interjected. "Yes, I remember now!" David's mother shouted with joy. "You vanished from the town and nobody thought that you would come back," "Okay, can we get on with the story now?" David said, who was as this point, very confused. "Oh, certainly, David. That's quite enough about my life for one day," the man said. "By the way, what is your name, sir?" David asked. The man looked at David with a strange gleam in his eye. "My name is Saharshla. Now, shall we begin the legend?" David nodded and sat down in front of Saharshla and listened intently as Saharshla began his story. "Thousands of years ago, the four Gods descended down to our world. The four Gods were the God of Earth, the God of Wind, the God of Fire and the God of Water. Each of them helped create part of this world. The Earth God created the rock and earth we stand on today. The Wind God created the very air that we breathe and use to this very day. The Fire God created the sun, which without, we would die. And the Water God, perhaps the most important one of all, created the water we drink and use. After creating the world we live in, the Gods then transfered their energies into four crystals, which then used their combined might to create the first two creatures of all species and thus began life itself," Saharshla said mysteriously. "It is also said in ancient lore that whoever gains control of the four crystals would be unstoppable. No element in this world would be able to stop them...except for Dark. Dark destroys everything in its path, much like fire. So Dark is in a sense fire. Light, on the other hand, heals everything, much like water. Light is water, in a sense. Dark and Light are the ultimate elements. That is why the Gods chose only two people to be born in this world with one having Light Powers, and the other having Dark Powers. No one knows who or where they are, but they are out there somewhere. It is also said that if all of the elements, Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, Light and Dark were to form into one element, it would create an element that, at a fraction of its full power, could destroy the entire universe and cease life as we know it," he finished his story then. David stared at Saharshla in awe as the legend soaked in. "Wow, you are very knowledgable, Saharshla," he compemented him. "Why, thank you David. You are smart for your age as well," Saharshla replied. "Thank you sir. Well, I better be going now," David said, stood, bowed slightly and turned toward the entrance to the hut. "Farewell, David," Saharshla called after him as David and his mother left. Hmmm...that boy had potential...enough to save the world, in fact! Saharshla thought. I believe that he is the one, but I can't be certain...I'll just have to wait and see what happens...

Chapter Two

David crouched behind the gigantic boulder, panting from running. Sweat trickled down his forhead, dripping into the dirt ground. "Dammit," he whispered. "I've got to get away from that thing before it finds me agai..." but he was cut off by the gigantic rock being blown into pieces by a blast, which knocked him away from the rock and into a solid rock cliff. He cried out in agony as all of the air was knocked out of him, blurring his vision. He fell to the ground, panting and coughing and trying to catch his breath. It was then that he realized the creature was almost upon him. "No...stay back!" he shouted in vain. The creature was right in front of him now. It was a gigantic human-shaped rock that was three times David's size with a big build and piercing red eyes. David tried to get up off of the ground, but the creature already had its arms above its head, ready to smash David into the ground like a bug. "NO!" David cried and slammed his eyes shut as the creatures fists came down toward him. After a few moments, David was shocked to find that there was no pain surging through him. He slowly opened his eyes to find that it was all just a dream. The creature, the boulder, everything was all a dream. "Aww, man," he said to himself. "I took that legend too seriously," He then sat up, rubbing his eyes. David got out of bed and went over to his dresser and put on his usual: a black shirt and a pair of blue jeans and went downstairs and into the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen, he saw his mother sitting at the table, crying. "Mother?" he said with a concerned expression. His mother slowly looked up from the table at David. She gestured for him to sit down across from her. He reluctantly did so. "What's wrong?" he asked her, placing his hand on top of her hand. "It's your father," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "They found his body last night," David was stunned to hear this. "Oh my God," he said with diebelief. "Where was his body?" His mother only shook her head sadly. "They wouldn't tell me. They only said that he had marks on him of which they have never seen before," David looked down at the table and stared at the pattern in it. "They said that there was a fight, from what they could tell," his mother said ubruptly after a moment of silence. "Maybe he was attacked by someone...or something," David replied, terror rising in him. "Oh come now, David, you took Saharshla's story far too seriously," his mother said sarcastically. "Mother, what other explanation is there? There was a fight. Father's not the type to just go out and get into a fight with some old bum on the street, now is he?" David said, standing and anger taking over his fear. His mother only looked down at the table when he said this, remaining silent. "Answer my question!" David shouted. "No, he isn't," his mother replied silently. David took a deep breath and sat back down in the wooden chair. "I'm sorry, mom. It's just that I've never had someone so close to me die before," he said and rested his forhead in his hands. "I understand, David," his mother said softly and put a hand gently on his arm. David put his hands back on the table and looked at his mother. "Mom, I'm going to find out where dad died and I'm going to find out who or what killed him and get a little revenge," David said, ambition clear in his voice. His mother's eyes widened a little bit when she heard this. "How are you going to find where he was killed at, though?" she asked with a confused tone in her voice. "I'm going to ask the guys who found his body. They should be able to tell me," David replied with an ambitious glint in his eyes. His mother smiled at this. "You are just like your father," she said with admiration in her voice. "All right, you can go. But be careful, David. I don't want to lose you too," "Thank you so much, mom," David said with a smile. He stood, walked over to his mother and hugged her. "That's something you haven't done in a long time," his mother said. "I know. That's why I did it," David replied, a tear rolling down his cheek. Soon, he let go of his mother and went upstairs to his room. When he was in his room, he grabbed some clothes, a bedroll and his backpack to carry it all in. After he was done packing, he looked at his bed and then he looked at the sword on the wall that was above his bed's head. The sword my dad gave to me when I was just eight years old... he thought, wiping a tear from his eye. He then go up on his bed and grabbed the sword by its handle and took it off the wall and held it. The hilt and the handle were a gold color and the blade was steel and very sharp, just as he had kept it for these past six years. The blade was about two inches wide all the way to the tip. From the end of the hilt of the sword to the tip, it was about three feet in length. David smiled and pulled the sword's sheathe out from under the bed and put it in there and tied it to his left hip. After David had packed everything, he put on his backpack, which proved to be lighter then he expected, went downstairs to the door in the TV Room, said goodbye to his mother one last time and went out the door. David looked around at the small town when he exited his house. He saw that a few people were walking around with various destinations. After looking around, he went down the small flight of steps in front of his house and onto the sidewalk. He looked left and right, looking for the Police Station. Soon, he found it to his left, a few blocks down the street. He then started walking toward the Police Station at a brisk pace, determined to find out who or what killed his father and why. * * * "For the last time, sir, that information is classified! Now go home," the policeman said in a gruff voice to David. The policeman was stout, had a boyish face with blonde hair and blue eyes and a dark blue uniform on. David looked at the policeman in the eye. "You're telling me that I can get information about ever other murder in this town except my own father's?" "Yes. Now, if you'll be so kind as to leave, I have an important business meeting in five minutes," the policeman said and turned away from David and walked into a hallway behind the desk and turned right. David glared after him and was about to leave when he suddenly had an idea. If I can get one of these idiots to tell me where they keep the murder records and sneak past them, I can find out where my father was killed! he thought with joy. He then casually walked up to the desk and climbed over it quickly, trying not to draw attention. He then went to where the stout policeman went and saw him with a pair of headphones on in an office with a computer in it and the lights turned off through a window. Perfect. David thought and slowly reached for the doorknob. He grasped it and slowly twisted it, opened the door and slipped inside and closed the door silently. David drew his sword as silently as he could and walked up slowly behind the policeman. I hate to do this, he thought. but I have to find out who killed my father. David then wrapped his arm around the policeman's neck and held his sword to it. "This will go a lot easier if you co-operate, got it?" David said in a deep, dark voice. "Who are you?" the policeman asked, a frightened tone in his voice. "Shut up and tell me where the murder records are at," David commanded and pressed the sword softly into the policeman's neck, making blood slowly seep out of his neck. "T-Their downstairs," he replied. "And where are the stairs?" David asked. "D-Down the hall and the last door on the left," the frightened policeman replied. "Thanks," David said, smirked and let go of the policeman. The policeman gasped for breath. David then hit him in the back of the head with his elbow, knocking him unconcious. "All right, let's go find those murder records," David said with an ambitious glint in his eye and slowly and silently exited the office.

Chapter Three

David looked both ways before he fully stepped out of the office to make sure there were no other officers about. After making sure the coast was clear, David closed the door to the office he just exited and turned right, heading further into the Police Station. All right, down the hall and through the last door on the left. he thought, repeating the instructions given to him by the policeman he knocked out just moments ago. David walked down the hall until the wall at the end was right in front him. He turned to his left to see that there were stairs leading down. He readied his sword, stepping cautiously down the stairs. After a short flight of stairs, there was a left turn and then another flight of stairs going down leading to a door. David turned left and went down the last flight of stairs toward the door slowly. He took a deep breath and slowly turned the doorknob with his left hand, his sword in his right. He pushed open the door to see nothing but darkness. Great. he thought as he walked into the room, closing the door slowly behind him. The room was completely silent, except for David's breathing. David looked around, only to find that he couldn't see anything and that it didn't make a difference weather his eyes were open or closed. He then started rubbing his hands on the walls, trying to find a light switch of some sort. Soon, his hand passed over a switch which he pushed to the on position. When David did this, light flooded his sight, blinding him momentarily. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that there were many file cabinets in this room. The room was gigantic and square, like most rooms. He looked around slowly, seeing file cabinets all the way to the wall at the far end of the room. A slight buzzing noise came from overhead. David looked up and decided it must be the lights. He returned his vision back to the file cabinets and sighed. "Well, I may as well get started," he said outloud, walking to the nearest file cabinet. When he reached the cabinet, he opened it to find many files, all of them beginning with "A". That's it! he thought. I just have to find the M's and find murders and I'll look for my dad's murder! With renewed hope, David frantically began scanning the file cabinets for the M's. By the time he got to G, he was starting to grow weary. Man, there are too many files in this place. he though, panting. "Maybe I should rest for a few minutes," he said outloud, sitting down against the G file cabinet. Who would want to kill my dad? David wondered to himself. Where was he when he died? Why would anyone want to kill him? These thoughts kept on buzzing around in his head until he regained his energy and stood up. Well, here we go again. he thought, taking a deep breath and then running down the rows of file cabinets, looking on either side, hoping to see an M. Soon, David saw the letter M flash by his view and he immedeatly stopped to investigate. He saw three file cabinets with the letter M on them. David walked toward the one on the far left and reached for the top of the four drawers. He gripped the brass handle and was about to pull when he suddenly heard a voice behind him say, "Well, well, well. It seems we have an intruder here," He turned around quickly to see a tall man with blue eyes and a short, orange beard. The man was very muscular, which gave him a threatening look. "It's amazing how you knocked out Benjamin," the man said in a deep voice. "He's really tough, even though he looks like a kid," David looked at the man and managed to stutter, "H-How did you know that I knocked him out? There was no one else around," The man chuckled at this. After a moment, he said, "Kid, there's been a new invention, they call it security cameras," David had forgotten all about the security cameras in the excitement to learn what happened to his father. "Well, I think you better come with me, now," the man said, reaching a huge hand for David. "Wait," David said. The man halted. "What?" the man asked imaptiently. "The reason why I'm down here is because I'm trying to found out who killed my father and why they did it. Can I at least look in this file and found out where it happened and who did it?" David requested. The man seemed to be frozen, then after a moment said, "So, you want revenge on this guy who killed your dad, right?" "Yes sir," David replied. The man looked at David with a hint of admiration in his face and put his hand back to his side. "Go ahead, kid. I'm going to let you go this time, but the next time you try this, you're going to be in serious trouble, got it?" "Got it," David answered, nodding his head. The man then smiled and walked toward the entrance to the room. As soon as he was out the door, David excitedly yanked open the top drawer of the file cabinet and began looking through the files for murders. After finding nothing, he then searched through the next drawer, then the next, then the next. After double-checking the far left file cabinet, he moved onto the next one. He double-checked this one too, but still found nothing. He sighed with hopelessness and opened the top drawer of the far right file cabinet to find it empty. He opened the second one and found nothing. Same with the third. But when he opened the fourth, he found a folder titled: Murders. David eagerly pulled the folder out of the drawer and found that it only one paper in it. He pulled out the paper and found on it his father's name, Thomas. David's hands began to shake as he read the paper. This is what it said: Thomas D. Hargad Murdered Location: The Forbidden Cave Marks on Body Found: Bruises and cuts from rocks Injuries: Broken Spine, Broken Right Arm Summary: Seemed to have gotten punched or beaten to death and thrown around. Fingerprints found on the victim: Unidentified David was very excited when he saw this. He had finally learned where his father was murdered at...but it was then that he realized that he had no idea where the Forbidden Cave was. He sat down with his back against the file cabinets. Dammit! he thought with frustration. I spent all this time looking for this file and I don't even know where to go now! He slammed his head against the file cabinets with a loud bang and sighed. After a few moments, he stood up and started to walk toward the exit, the file still in his hand. It was then that he stopped and grabbed an idea. Of course...David thought. Saharshla will be able to help me find that cave! David smiled and ran toward the door, only to see it slam open and find three policemen standing there, one of them the one he met earlier in the file room. "How..." David began, but one of them reached into his pocket, pulled out a gun and aimed it at David. David froze as he saw the cold, black, metallic gun pointed at his chest. The three policemen smirked and the one with the gun fired. For some odd reason, David didn't feel any pain, but he felt something slam into his chest. He stumbled a bit, then fell into the darkness as the policemen approached him...

Chapter Four

David slowly opened his eyes, his view very blurry. What happened? he wondered to himself. Where am I? Suddenly, memories of what happened at the Police Station came rushing back to him. He had been shot in the chest. So he was still alive...but how? He shook his head slightly, trying to get up off of the floor, but he was too weak and could barely move. He sighed and laid back down on the cold, hard, wooden floor. It was then that it occured to him: he didn't have the file in his hand anymore. Dammit! he thought. I need to get it back and get back to town! He then mustered all of the strength he had in him and forced himself to his feet. He nearly fell back to the ground, but he regained his balance and looked around, taking in his surroundings. He was in a small room with various pictures on the walls, rugs on the floor and a fireplace in one corner. In another corner, David saw a door that was closed. That must be the way out of here. he thought, walking slowly toward the door. When he reached it, he twisted the doorknob and the door opened with a squeak. David walked into a narrow hallway with torches lit up on the walls and a door similar to the one he just came through on the other side of the hall. He looked around cautiously and began to walk forward toward the door at the end of the hall. Soon, he reached the door, twisted the doorknob with another squeak and saw the three policemen from the Police Station standing there, grinning and looking at him. "Hello there," the one in the middle said. "Leaving so soon?" he grabbed David by the shirt and threw him into the room behind him. This new room was gigantic and square with many pictures on the walls, much like the other one. This one also had a fireplace lit up on one side of the room with a rug in front of it. David saw that the walls were also made of stone. He stood up and turned toward the policemen. "What the hell do you guys want with me?" he shouted. The policemen looked at David as they closed the door behind them as if they were surprised by his inquiry. After a moment of akward silence, David said, "Oh come on, it can't be THAT big of a surprise that I would ask that," but the policemen just stared at him. Another moment of silence passed and finally the middle policeman said "Well, the reason why you have been brought here is so that you can meet someone. Someone who senses that your power is an unusually high level," David looked at the policeman suspiciously and finally said, "All right. Just tell me, where do I meet this man?" * * * David looked around the office as he sat in the comfy leather chair across from the brown oak desk. The office had a dark red carpet with a wooden floor underneath, a brown oak desk on which was a computer, a telephone, a cup for pencils and pens and a framed picture of a little boy who looked about five years old. Behind the desk was a chair similar to the one David was sitting in. The room was large and square, with a painting of Mona Lisa on one side of the wall. On the wall adjacent to that was a large window, which was behind the desk. Out of the window, David could see the busy streets of Millford below. David was facing toward the window when suddenly the door behind him opened and in walked a tall man, dressed in a tuxedo. The man's face was grim and starting to show signs of old age. His hair was mostly black, except for a few gray spots. When he entered, he saw David and what appeared to be a smile, spread across his face. "Ahh, so good to see you, David," he said, walking to the chair behind the desk and sitting down in it. "You know who I am?" David asked, confused. "Of course I do. I've been watching you for some time now," the man said, suddenly serious. "You see, one of my friends told me about you," "But, who-" David started, but he was interrupted. "Not to worry, all will be answered shortly," the man reassured him. "Now, I know you have heard the Legend of the Four Crystals from Saharshla, correct?" "Yes sir," David replied. "Is it also true that you are looking for the murderer of your father for revenge?" the man asked. David felt like this was becoming an interrogation more than a conversation. "Yes sir," he repeated. "Well, I know who...well, I should say what, murdered your father," the man said grimly. At this, David's heart began to pound against his chest so hard, it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. "Who?" he asked, almost dreading the answer. Finally, after all of the searching, the answer was about to be revealed to him. "It was the Guardian of the Earth Crystal," the man said sadly. David cocked an eyebrow. "Okay, I know I thought the Legend was true, but seriously, this is just ridiculous," "No, it's true," the man said. "You can go to the Forbidden Cave if you want! You'll see the bloodstains on the walls, the Earth Guardian, everything!" the man was becoming outraged now. "Okay, okay," David said. It took everything that he had to stay calm. "I'm going to go to Saharshla, get him to tell me where the Forbidden Cave is and then I'll find this Earth Guardian and kill him, okay?" The man seemed to have calmed down after a few moments of silence. "Very well then. I'm sorry I got so frustrated with you, David," he appologized. "It's okay," David replied. "Well, I'll be on my way now," David stood and headed toward the door behind the chair he was sitting in. "And David," the man said before David left the room. David turned around. "Be careful," he said mysteriously and turned his chair toward the window. "I will," David replied and then walked out of the door and into the streets of the town of Millford, heading toward Saharshla's house so he can finally put an end to all of this nonsense...

Chapter Five

David walked down the busy street toward Saharshla’s house, staring down at the sidewalk, deep in thought. What if that guy was right? He thought. What if my dad really did get killed by the Guardian of the Earth Crystal? He got scared just by thinking about it. Well, there’s only one way to find out...he looked up from the sidewalk and saw Saharshla’s house ahead of him. The house was made of stone, just like every other house in the town of Millford. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between it and any other house in the town, if it wasn’t for the green roof. While all of the other roofs were red, Saharshla’s was the only one that was green. David narrowed his eyes with ambition and broke into a run toward the house, weaving in and out of the people’s ways. Several cries from the people followed him as he ran, such as, “Hey, watch where you’re going!” or “Hey, I’m walking here!”, but he just ignored them and just kept running. Soon, he reached the front porch of the house and went up the concrete steps, using the handrail as support, trying to catch his breath. Once he caught his breath, he moved up the stairs and to the front door. The door was made out of a dark brown oak, with a brass handle and a knocker in the shape of a dragon. David grabbed ahold of the brass dragon, lifted it and let it slam against the door. There was a loud noise from the knocker echoing throughout the house. David waited for a few seconds and was about to knock again, when the door opened and Saharshla stood there, smiling at his guest. "Ahhh, David, what a pleasant surprise. Tell me, what brings you here?" the old man asked, still smiling. "I have some questions I want to ask you, Saharshla," David replied serisously. "Oh? And what might they be about, young one?" Saharshla asked. David hesitated for a moment, then said, "About the Legend," Saharshla seemed surprised by David's request. "Why do you want to know more about that?" "Because someone claimed that my father was killed by the Earth Guardian," Saharshla looked at David for a moment and thought that he was kidding, but it was soon clear that he wasn't. "Come in, David," Saharshla opened the door and David entered. Inside of the small stone house was hard wood floors with furniture in a few spots of the room. The walls were made of stone and had various maps on them. There was a fireplace on one side of the house that looked like it hadn't been used for a long time. There was a rug in front of the fireplace. Saharshla sat in one of the wooden rocking chairs in the room and gestured to the one across from it and David sat in that one. Saharshla studied David for a moment and finally said, "So David, who was this man that claimed your father had been killed by the Earth Guardian?" "Well," David began. "I don't know his name, but his building was a few blocks down that way," David pointed in the direction he came from. Saharshla had a thoughtful expression on his face as he stroked his long, gray beard. "Is that so?" he said after a moment. "Yes," David replied, not seeing where this was going. Saharshla stroked his beard for a few more moments and finally said, "That man's name is Shade. You would be wise to stay away from him," David looked at Saharshla quizically. "Why? He didn't seem dangerous," he said, very confused. "No David, he is," Saharshla said mysteriously. "What do you mean?" David asked, still confused. Saharshla looked at him and said, "If you want me to tell the whole tale to you, you better make yourself comfortable," David situated himself into a comfortable position and said, "Tell me what's going on here. I need to know," Saharshla nodded and began his tale, "You of course know that there are four Gods, right?" "Yes," David answered. "Well, it turns out that there were two other Gods: Dark and Light. These two, as you already know, transfer their powers into only two people in the entire universe. Well, it appears that the Dark God transferred his power into a man named Shadow one hundred years ago and the Light God transferred its power into someone else. The person with Light Power destroyed Shadow later on, but the Light eventually became too powerful for the man and he was killed. Nobody even knew the man's name, or where he came from, or what happened to the Light Power after that. Some people say it vanished off of the face of the Earth, others say that it went into someone else. As for the Dark Power, it went into Shadow's son, Shade, and that is the man you talked to earlier," Saharshla finished his tale there. "Wait a minute, why didn't you tell me about the Dark and Light Gods earlier?" David demanded. "I didn't think that would be very vital to you, David," Saharshla said simply. "Well it is vital now that I know it. Oh, I almost forgot the reason I came here," David suddenly remembered. "Oh? And what might that reason be?" Saharshla asked. "I need to know where the Forbidden Cave is so I can get revenge for my father," David said. Saharshla's expression didn't change. "Ahh, I see. It is about a two day hike to the north of this town, but before you go there, I better teach you how to use that sword," he gestured at David's sword attatched to his left hip. David looked down at it, nodded and said, "All right then, when does my training begin?" Saharshla smiled and said, "Tomorrow. It's getting late, so you better get some sleep back at your house," David nodded, stood up and began walking toward the entrance. Before he reached it, he turned around and said "Thank you, Saharshla," then he walked out into the streets of Millford and back to his house.

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