Chapter 2: Awakened

Chapter 2: Awakened

Awakening, as Dallion learned, was a huge deal. The village his family was from, had less than a dozen awakend, half of which were well beyond their sixties. The rest were part of the village chiefs family, which made sense come to think about it. Among other things, awakening brought with it a huge status boost, thus Dallion was enjoying a mealthe local equivalent of a feastat his home surrounded by family, friends, and neighbors. The food was on the plain side, but he had an inside notion that it cost well more than his family could afford.

I always said the boy would achieve great things, Vanessa Dull said with a nod.

She was some distant relative once, married to a trading merchant, who only visited during major holidays or when she had favors to ask. Dallion remembered that she never liked him much, to the point that she had suggested the boy would be better off joining a monastery of the Seven Moons. Now that Dallion had proved useful, she couldnt stop voicing her support.

None of you thought hed amount to anything, but thanks to my constant support he has, the woman added with the unmistakable expression that she was owed favors.

The rest of the people took little notice, anchoring their attention to Dallion.

Ill try not to disappoint you, the boy replied. He never liked people looking at him as he ate. Struggling to maintain his fake smile, he took a bite from what looked like an orange tomato and nodded. Now that Im awakened, what do I do?

Intense silence filled the room. Dallion felt as if even the insects had stopped only to gape at him.

I shouldnt have asked that question

Soul confusion, Kraisten Seene said, stroking his beard. A village elder, and Dallions grandfather, he had seen more things than most and even spent some time in a few cities when he was young. More importantly, he was also an awakened, even if he was too old for it now. It sometimes happens after one awakens. No need to worry, itll pass with time. We just have to indulge him a little until it does. He gave Dallion a pat on the back, almost making the boy choke.

A resounding Aaah! filled the room, as everyone let out a sigh of relief, pretending they knew what the old man was talking about.

Giving Dallion a stern glance, he cracked his knuckles, then slapped both hands on the wooden table so hard that Dallion expected it to fold in two. Instead, the piece of wooden furniture not only held its own, but seemed somehow sturdier than a moment ago. A faint red glow surrounded the wooden surface, peeling away any cracks, chips, and other signs of wear, until the table was as good as new.

This Kraisten said as drops of sweat trickled down his forehead is what awakening lets you do.

The elder abruptly pulled his hands off the surface. The flow disappeared, yet the state of the table remained the same. It was extraordinary, magical, and by the looks of things very taxing. Dallions mother reached to support her father, but the old man raised his hand in a sign for her to stop.

However, just because youre awakened doesnt mean you cant lose your skill. Kraisten wiped the sweat off his forehead. Your mother also awakened, but lost her gift during her acknowledgement. He clenched his fists in anger.

Its alright, father, the woman whispered with a sad smile. Im used to it.

No, youre not. Kraisten grumbled. And he doesnt have to get used to it either!

I wont! Dallion said firmly. While still uncertain as to the nature of awakening, he wholeheartedly agreed with his grandfather.

The old man smiled.

The village chief will try to provoke you when you get there. Dont let him. Hes an envious weasel whod do everything to ensure that only his family has awakened. Hell try to get under your skin so you choose a perilous trial. Kraisten paused. He succeeded with your mother.

Is it bad doing something more difficult?

No. The old man shook his head. But once you fail while using your awakened powers, you wont be able to use them ever again