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Besides the other man who came in the first day, Kardosh he found out later was his name, no one but Jney had come in to see him. It was as if he were under quarantine. But whether it was because no one could figure out exactly what had been wrong with him or whether it was because he was not one of them he couldn’t quite decide. He thought it was probably more the latter than the former.

Jney never stayed long when she came either. Generally she brought in something for him to eat in the morning, at midday, and then in the evening but she only stayed long enough to drop his food and then almost run back out again. He tried to keep her longer to talk but she always turned the same bored look on him and then made a quick excuse of having to be somewhere else. The food did wonders for his weakness and he had quickly recovered his strength enough that yesterday he had been allowed to leave the tent for the first time. Jney told him that he could go and do anything he wanted but not to expect much from the people he met. Most, she said, would probably not even recognize his existence. She was right. After being completely ignored by three different people he tried to talk to, he quickly gave up attempting to befriend anyone. One woman did actually speak to him briefly but it was in the Tjal language and by the response of those around, Ghar figured it must have been some kind of insult.

Looking east across the expansive plains he caught the rays of a new sun just beginning to break the horizon starting another day’s trek across the cloudless sky. A slight breeze ruffled the tall grass that filled the landscape creating waves of green that danced with the blowing wind reminding him of a huge body of water. It was hypnotic to watch. In fact, when he first left his tent the day before, Ghar had spent close to an hour watching the grass as it moved about undulating against the wind. Jney had called this place the Great Plains of Enn. The plains stretched out in all directions broken only by the occasional hill rolling over the landscape. He enjoyed this time of day because the air was not as hot and the monotony of the plains was turned into this beautiful dance performed by the grass and wind. Once the sun got a little higher and heated the land, the dance stopped and the heat of the day and the barren landscape quickly sucked the joy out of the countryside.

That first day outside Ghar realized that he was not of this place. He craved trees. He didn’t know why, but he yearned to rest his back against a large pine and listen to the rustle of its needles. Yet, at the same time, he wanted to stay. Jney told him just moments ago as she left his breakfast that this was his last day. He was well enough now and would have to leave the next morning. But he needed more time to remember. More time to understand who he was and what his purpose was. He knew he needed to be doing something, but roaming aimlessly about was not going to get him wherever it was he needed to go. He would gladly force himself to love the plains if they would allow him to stay.

He sighed and turned to the north where he could just make out the dark line of mountains--Jney called the Mogolths. That is where she found him. Originally he had made up his mind to go back and seek the answers he needed at the place where he had lost them. He had spoken it to Jney but she quickly questioned his reasoning. “There is nothing there,” she said. “It is a wasteland that will only chew you up and spit you out dead. Why you were there at all is a mystery, but maybe one that should be left as such. No, Ghar, you are not from that area. I think it best you go back to Haykon and seek your answers there.”

“What is Haykon?” he’d asked.

“Haykon is a large human outpost of sorts northeast from here. There are many people there. It would be a better place to start.” He tried to get her to tell him more but she quickly dismissed herself with another excuse and was gone before he could stop her. Looking northeast in the direction she had pointed for Haykon, he scanned the horizon of waving grass. He supposed that the following morning he would get the chance to see more of the plains than he cared to.

Turning back towards his tent he looked through the city of canvas that was starting to show life as people emerged from their dwellings. He had been set on the outskirts of the tented village; he supposed to keep him out of the way. Since Jney had found him and brought him in, she had been given responsibility over his care, which, he could tell, had become a huge burden for her once she discovered he was not one of her people. Though he wanted to walk around the camp and find out more about these people he quickly dismissed the idea knowing from the previous day’s experience that he would not be able to glean much of anything.

The ground suddenly shook and a great rumble rolled across the plains as a large group of men shot from the camp on their horses. Ghar stared in awe at the creatures watching them for long moments before they began to fad into the horizon. The day before he had tried to get close to the stables on the far side of the camp to get a better look but had been shoed away, almost at the point of steel. They kept the animals together in a large group just outside of the camp. He wondered how anyone knew which steed was theirs in such a large mass of animals. Jney gave him the same look of forced patience as if dealing with a child when he asked her last night when she brought in his dinner. All she said was, “Does a mother not know her own child?” Ghar really didn’t see the correlation but decided it was not worth another question, and besides, Jney was already halfway out of the tent.

Turning back to his tent, his hand reached up and grabbed the leathery medallion that hung around his neck. Lifting it up so he could see the design on its face he tried to concentrate on the symbol and make sense of it. He had the same marking on his ankle and knew that they were important but had as of yet been unable to make anything of them. It was five tentacles meeting in the center and then reaching out and curling around before stopping short of five small dots just out of reach of each arm. This was the key to who he was; he felt it. It gnawed at him constantly but at the same time kept itself securely locked away in one of the many pieces of his mind that blew about in his head. Dropping the medallion, he stalked back into his tent frustrated knowing it was going to be another long and lonely day. Maybe leaving the next morning would be good after all. At least it might take his mind off of not knowing who he was. He could be or do anything he wanted. He tried to look at it as a fresh start but it didn’t help. A fresh start from what was all he could think of.

Ghar spent the day brooding in his tent. He even ignored Jney as she brought in his noon meal making her all the happier that he hadn’t accosted her with a myriad of “childish” questions. He was anxious to be doing something, the idea that he had been about something important the main force in the back of his head. At the same time he dreaded the next morning. All he could think of was that this people had saved him only to send him out to die again. What was the purpose? Better that Jney had left him where she had found him and allowed him to die the first time. Maybe that was his destiny. Maybe that was what was eating at him, stirring in his bones, pushing him.

At dusk he decided to leave his canvas cell and watch the sun set in the east. The wind was picking up again and the grassy waves danced along reflecting the waning light in a colorful sea of purples, oranges and reds. He sat a distance from his tent surrounded by the scented grass and let the wind blow his cares away for a brief moment as it pressed against his face. He had found no rest this day but rather felt like a bow strung too tightly its line ready to snap at the slightest touch. He turned his jumbled thoughts to the wind almost hearing it speak to him as he closed his eyes letting it wash over his body. He thought he could hear it whispering to him to come with it, to fly over the plains in a flight of rest promising joy in return.

Ghar concentrated on the sigh of the wind letting it caress him and pull him. He felt himself yearning to flow with it. He wanted to fly with it across the long grass and push the stalks playfully in a passing rush to the mountains beyond. Unconsciously he reached out his hand as if seeking to grab the passing current and be pulled along in its rushing flight. Its tempo and force suddenly grew as if beckoning to his call. His long dark hair whipped back behind him it a firing flight of black flames as Ghar still reached for the wind. The sound of its passing roared in his ears and he exalted in the feeling of it against his face, the fresh scent of grass filling his nostrils and enlivening his soul. Suddenly he felt a violent jerk followed immediately by a rushing feeling of speed.

“Ghar!”

Ghar felt another jolt slamming into his body almost knocking him onto his back. The wind stopped abruptly and his eyes snapped open half expecting to find himself somewhere lost in the middle of the plains. Looking around frantically he caught sight of Jney and Kardosh staring at him as if seeing him for the first time.

“What are you doing?” Jney asked a steel hardness in her voice.

Ghar looked around. He actually felt surprised that he had not been lifted away by the wind and thrown far out into the plains. Looking at the tents he was even more surprised to find them standing as if nothing had happened at all. “Didn’t you feel that incredible wind?”

Jney and Kardosh looked at each other, a darkness shadowing their faces. “Playing this game will not keep you here any longer than tomorrow, Ghar,” Jney retorted, a seething anger obvious in her voice.

Ghar couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But…how could you not have felt that? It was incredible! You must have felt that. Kardosh, tell her.”

Kardosh looked briefly at Jney and then turned his own hardened gaze back to Ghar. “We are not here to play childish games, Ghar. You will come with us now into your tent or you will be forced out tonight.”

Ghar couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The wind was there. It should have leveled the Tjal tent village and carried them all away. Shaking his head, he knew that trying to talk or reason with these two was about as useful as talking to…the wind. Pushing himself onto his feet he followed their backs as they disappeared into his tent, the scent of his evening meal wafting against his nose as he approached. Pausing at the flap, he looked back across the plains. The wind was almost completely gone now. The grass barely moved. Shaking his head he ducked inside the tent.

His dinner was set next to his bed on the floor with his half eaten breakfast and barely touched midday meal. It smelled delicious but Ghar found that his appetite had waned in the past day. Kardosh sat casually in one of the chairs in the corner his manner appearing quite relaxed though Ghar knew he could be up with both swords drawn in a wink. Jney stood at the far side of the tent trying to look relaxed but Ghar could tell that she was a coiled trap ready to spring.

“Come and sit,” Kardosh invited pointing to the other chair across from him.

Ghar looked at Jney, who avoided his stare, and then turned back to Kardosh. “I am fine right here. What is this all about?

Kardosh smiled but it had no warmth to it. “We have been talking of your request to stay.”

Ghar’s heart leaped but he kept the emotion from his face as best he could. They had already flatly denied him many times and now they come and tell him they are considering it? What game were they playing? He looked at Jney who suddenly locked her eyes on his in a threatening glare. The air was suddenly filled with the slightest scent of death and killing. Jney wanted his blood, he could feel it, but why? “I have already been denied on more than one occasion.”

Kardosh’s expression remained pleasant but without any feeling to comfort Ghar’s apprehensions. “That is true, yet, nothing is until it is. It is not for Jney or myself to decide these things on our own. All must have their say.”

Ghar suddenly felt hopeful. He had not the slightest knowledge of the Tjal culture or how they governed themselves but it never had occurred him before that there might be others who would be willing to allow him to stay.

“Is this still your desire? To stay with the Tjal?” Kardosh glanced quickly at Jney whose face was now a mask of hatred and rage barely harnessed.

Ghar regarded her briefly and then quickly looked back at Kardosh. “Yes,” he replied in a half whisper.

Kardosh stood suddenly. “Then you will be given the opportunity,” he said and then started for the exit. “Jney will tell you what you must know to be allowed to stay and be one of us. We shall all see you in seven days time.” With that he disappeared through the tent flap and was gone. Ghar stared after him dumbfounded. What was this all about? Was he serious? Turning back to Jney he opened his mouth to speak but was instantly cut off.

“Don’t say a word,” Jney hissed. “Don’t ask one of your childish fool questions. Just listen and I will tell you all you need to know.”

Ghar shut his mouth with a snap and nodded. It was like standing in the face of a fierce storm.

“You must become one of us to stay. You must become Tjal. You will be given three tests to determine your worthiness. Pass them all and you may remain. Fail just one and you are eliminated. You have seven days to prepare. Since I brought you here it is my responsibility to prepare you. Are you clear?”

Ghar swallowed hard and then took a deep breath. “What do you mean when you say, ‘eliminated’?”

A glint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes as her mouth turned up into a slight sneer. “Why, death, of course. To be worthy of the Tjal you must be able to survive in our world. All others must be able to trust you with their lives. One who cannot pass such simple tests would be a detriment to the whole. Are you still so anxious to stay?”

Her question was a challenge. He knew she didn’t think much of him. She wanted him to fail or quit. Either way, he could tell it didn’t matter to her. Why she suddenly exhibited such hatred for him though was a mystery.

Ghar hesitated for just a moment and then asked, “What are the three tests.”

“Water, horses and steel,” was her flat answer.

He wanted to ask her what she meant but knew she would just scoff at him and call him childish. He really didn’t have much choice. At least here he had a chance of survival. Being forced to leave into the unknown might be something totally different. Then it hit him. “You want me to fail, don’t you?”

Jney regarded him, her eyes narrowing to slits. “I see no redeeming qualities in you. You don’t have the courage to go and find out who you are and you talk like a child. So, yes, I do want you to fail.”

She didn’t deny it one bit. A chill went up Ghar’s back. She wanted him gone or dead. For what reason he supposed he would never find out unless he survived and passed all three tests. “Wait a minute. If you are to prepare me for my tests yet you want me to fail, how then can I trust what you tell me?” Ghar suddenly felt two sword blades press hard against his neck. Her movements where a blur of motion not giving him the faintest chance to react.

She brought her face right up into his the anger seething now from her without the slightest restraint. “You will not question my honor ever again or you will find your head at your feet. I do want you to fail and I will be satisfied when you do, but until then I will rest my honor on preparing you to succeed for should you fail you would shame me all the same.” The blades were gone just as fast as they had come out and Jney was now stalking towards the flap. Ghar reached for his throat feeling the slightest line of blood beginning to slide down his neck. Jney reached the flap and turned spitting out her last instructions before she left. “You better eat all of your food and then sleep. You will need all of the strength you can muster in the morning. We start before the sun rises.” Then she was gone. Ghar was left standing with his hand about his neck wondering what he had gotten himself into.