REBIRTH OF A WARRIOR

When we were young, we lacked a solid understanding of the concept of a fallen, sinful world and what it meant that one day everything would be set right.I wasn't entirely convinced at the time that anything was wrong with the outside world.When we had put our products on the market in the fall of each year, I had observed that the wider world appeared to be quite exciting in comparison to our modest hilltop home.We were looked down upon by those around us because our parents stuck to the old ways.The Zoarinian Empire, with its numerous great cities by the sea, was the world's dominant culture as we knew it.They lived their lives quite differently from my parents'.Surely so many people couldn't have done so badly in life to be deserving of their parents' ridicule?My parents' old ways may have been abandoned by the Zoarinians for a good reason.At that point, I had begun to consider the possibility that my parents weren't the ones who required change.As I thought back on that time in

After being pushed off the wagon by a guard, I had fallen face-first to the ground.I had tried to get up, spitting the dust out of my mouth, but another guard had me flattened out again.I had attempted to get back up, but a series of powerful kicks had slammed into my side, causing me to collapse into a ball in the sand.I had to repeatedly gasp to regain my breath because it had been difficult to breathe.Before attempting to get back up, I had looked up at my oppressor's face.Standing with his feet shoulder-width apart, he did not appear to be armed.He smiled down at me.The smile that was spread across it did not reach his eyes, and his face had the appearance of worn, cracked leather.I'll demonstrate to you what it means to be a slave, boy!I think your pretty face will be the first thing I teach you about!"He had jerked my head up and reached down with one hand to grab my hair.I knew he was going to smash his knee into my nose when he extended his right leg behind him.I threw mysel

As a result of the boy sleeping over by the fire, it had seemed like the best place to begin redefining my life's purpose was with good deeds, or nobler goals, other than my current pursuits.Despite the fact that it was too late to turn back now, I was not at all certain that I had taken the correct course in transforming my character.Both the boy and the secret information that I carried in a waterproof bag on the horse behind me were my responsibility.I started on the road to achieving my goal as soon as I looked for an opportunity to rethink my life.A clever act of timing had brought me my new desire to change;which supported the idea that my life was part of a larger, more comprehensive plan.Again, I could see evidence of a higher power involved in the interaction of the daily emotional mixture that is life when I thought of my parents.They were who they were because of their knowledge of the Divine nature that underlies all creation's excellence.Because of the choices they had

woke the boy because it was getting dark enough to continue, and he awoke, startled.We mounted, and I led the way through the gloom, which was softly illuminated by the half moon's light.After an hour, I looked back and saw that the boy was almost asleep in the saddle because he relied more on his horse's instinct to follow me than on himself.I let him be and watched his horse's progress from a closer distance to ensure that he continued to follow me because it was working for the boy.Since we left Kharta, the boy had not spoken.I was reminded of the immense responsibility I had taken on to get this boy to safety in the Valley Lands as I looked at him now, hunched over in the saddle with a blanket covering him to keep out the cold.I ought to have left him behind for our mutual benefit.Nevertheless, I did not completely regret my decision.It would be worth the risk, at least in some ways, if I could make this boy's life better than mine.However, the boy had significantly altered my esc

“Is honor so cheap a sentiment that you’re willing to squander it all for a position of power and influence? You are, by this one act of treason, wiping out the efforts of all your ancestors before you to be free. The noble ideals that they’ve fought and died for, for countless generations before you, all gone now because of you! Just so you can have a bigger piece of a pie that in reality doesn’t even exist!” I looked him over contemptuously, wishing for a weapon so that I might slit his traitorous throat.One guard leaned over in the saddle and backhanded me across the face. It hurt, but I smiled back at him in return. He made as if to do it again, but the traitor motioned him to stop. “Jasper, if you live much longer, which I doubt, you will find out that honor has very little to do with helping one get through life comfortably and besides what would you, an escaped arena rat, know of honor in the first place?”The soldiers around us laughed as if it was a good joke, but I gave no r