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*Josiah drew his tunic over him and tucked it in before fixing the collar properly. As he threw his cloak over his shoulders, he stepped into the main audience chamber of the High Priest’s Chambers. He looked out into the mountains, watching the sun rise slowly over them just as it did every morning. He walked to the large, open window that stood before him and took in the cool, early morning breeze. It was refreshing, soothing. It was what fully woke him every morning, the relaxing chill overcoming him as Mother Nature blew her breath towards him.
Sitting down upon the cold, stone altar, he awaited the arrival of the newest Bendu Apprentice. As always, he did not know much about the young girl, as he had always felt that the best way to learn about each student was to watch them open up about their lives before them. The way one spoke could reveal far more than any computerized biography that the Council of Priests had compiled.
Training to become a Bendu was not an easy challenge. He knew that full well. It had been almost thirty years since he completed his training, but he had trained dozens of Bendu and watched them grow into Knights and Priests. He had every confidence that he would watch this new apprentice do the same, though it would take some time. Every Bendu had a beginning and every journey had a first step.
The apprentice would find that through his guidance and his wisdom until she could prove that she could shape and control her own life and her own destiny. The moment the young one stepped through the doors that sat unopen before the High Priest, she would begin to seize her own destiny. Until that moment arrived, Josiah would wait patiently for her, meditating in prayer to God and his prophets as he did every morning.*
Sitting down upon the cold, stone altar, he awaited the arrival of the newest Bendu Apprentice. As always, he did not know much about the young girl, as he had always felt that the best way to learn about each student was to watch them open up about their lives before them. The way one spoke could reveal far more than any computerized biography that the Council of Priests had compiled.
Training to become a Bendu was not an easy challenge. He knew that full well. It had been almost thirty years since he completed his training, but he had trained dozens of Bendu and watched them grow into Knights and Priests. He had every confidence that he would watch this new apprentice do the same, though it would take some time. Every Bendu had a beginning and every journey had a first step.
The apprentice would find that through his guidance and his wisdom until she could prove that she could shape and control her own life and her own destiny. The moment the young one stepped through the doors that sat unopen before the High Priest, she would begin to seize her own destiny. Until that moment arrived, Josiah would wait patiently for her, meditating in prayer to God and his prophets as he did every morning.*