chapter TWENTY EIGHT
Thor galloped back across the desert, getting farther which each step from his hometown, from memories of his encounter with his father—or, rather, the man who had raised him. It had been a life-changing trip, both dreadful and inspiring. The encounter had been painful, yet it had also finally given him the clarity he had always sought. His entire life he had suspected that he was different from his father, from his brothers, from his village; that he didn’t belong there; that some great secret about his past was being hidden from him; that he was destined for something, some place, greater.
Now, finally, after hearing everything his father had to say—that he was not really his father, that those were not really his brothers—that his mother was alive—that he was truly different—it all made perfect sense. Despite the troubling confrontation, he finally felt a sense of ease, deeper than he’d ever felt in his life. He was finally beginning to peel back the layers of the mystery of his true identity, to understand more of who he was.
Thor kept turning over in his mind all the things his father said. He was overjoyed to know that his mother was alive, that she cared for him; he could feel her necklace against his bare throat even as he rode, and the feeling comforted him, made him feel as if his mother were right there with him. He could feel an intense energy radiating off of it, and it filled his whole being. She really cared for him. He could sense that. And she wanted to see him. That meant more to him than anything. He was more determined than ever to find her.
But then he couldn’t help wonder: if she cared so much for him, why had she given him away to begin with? And why to that man who raised him, and why in that village?
Another question perplexed him even more: who, then, was his real father? The mystery baffled him. Now, not only did he not know who his mother was, but he did not know who his real father was, either. It could be anyone. Was he a Druid, too? Did he live in the Ring? And why had his father abandoned him, too?
Thor felt the ring his mother had given him sitting snug in his inner shirt pocket, and his mind turned to thoughts of Gwendolyn. More than ever, he knew she was the one. He sensed that this ring had come into his life now for a reason, that he was meant to give it to her. He couldn’t wait to return and ask her to be his—and if she said yes, to place it on her finger. It was the most beautiful ring he had ever seen, and the idea of her accepting it thrilled him.
Thor kicked his horse, eager to return to his Legion brothers as the second sun fell in the sky. He wanted to finish the rebuilding and get back to King’s Court and see Gwen, see Krohn again. He wanted to return to the House of Scholars, to study the map more deeply, and to figure out how he might journey to the Land of the Druids. He had to see his mother. And he had to know who his father was.
Thor felt a sense of sadness as he thought of the man who had raised him. Growing up he had thought the world of him—but the man was nothing to him now. It took so many years for Thor to reach this day, to finally get clarity. He was also, at the same time, beginning to feel a new sense of self-worth. Since this man was not his father, what he thought or how he felt about Thor didn’t really matter. He was just a stranger. Thor now felt free to come to his own conclusions about how he felt about himself. At the same time, he could seek out his true father—and that man, Thor hoped, might be a great man, which would make Thor feel an even greater sense of pride in himself. And that man might actually love him for who he is, might be proud of all he had accomplished.
As Thor raced across the wasteland, nearing the village, his horse suddenly pulled hard to the left, surprising him. Thor tried to pull him back on course, but he refused to listen. He brought Thor off course, and as they rounded a small hill, Thor discovered a gurgling stream, cutting through the wasteland, its glowing blue waters contrasting with the yellow desert floor. The horse ran right up to the stream and Thor had no choice but to dismount as it lowered its head to drink.
He must have been thirsty, Thor realized. Yet still, it was strange behavior—his horse was usually obedient. Thor was beginning to wonder if the horse led him to this spot for a reason, when suddenly he heard a voice:
“Sometimes the truth is a heavy thing to bear.”
Thor knew the voice, and he turned slowly, overcome with relief to see Argon standing there, in his robes, holding his staff, his eyes shining right at him. He almost looked like an apparition against the desolate wasteland.
“That man was not my father,” Thor said. “You knew all this time. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Argon shook his head.
“It was not for me to tell.”
“And who then is my father?”
Argon shook his head again. He remained silent.
“Can you tell me, at least, anything about him?” Thor pressed.
“He is a very great and very powerful man,” Argon said. “One worthy of you. When the time is right, you will know him.”
Thor welled with excitement to hear this. His father was a great man. That meant the world to him.
“I feel different now,” Thor said, “since discovering the news, since receiving my mother’s message. I don’t feel like the same boy I was.”
“Because you are not,” Argon said. “That boy is far behind. You are a man now. There is no turning back. Training can transform you—but so can knowledge. You’re not the Thor you used to be. Now you’re ready.”
Thor looked at him, puzzled.
“Ready for what?”
“Ready to begin your real training,” Argon said. “Not your play with swords and sticks and shields—but the training that matters most. Your inner training.
“Close your eyes,” Argon said, raising a palm and his staff, “and tell me what you see.”
Thor realized now why his horse had led him here. It was not to drink. It was to bring him to Argon, to this unlikely training ground, in the middle of nowhere. Thor would never understand Argon’s ways. He seemed to appear at the most unlikely times, and in the most unlikely places.
Thor closed his eyes and breathed deep, trying to center himself, to prepare himself for whatever Argon would throw at him.
“Look into the core of the Ring,” Argon commanded. “See all times—past, present and future. What do you see?”
Thor closed his eyes, struggling. Slowly, something was coming to him.
“I see that they are one,” Thor said. “I see no division between the past or the future. Time—it is like a flowing river.”
“Good,” Argon said. “Very good. You are correct. There is no division in time, except for within ourselves. Like a river, it never ends. Follow this river. What do you see?”
Thor struggled to see, feeling a new sense of peace overcome him. This place he stood in felt charged, sacred, and wearing his mother’s necklace, he began to feel a stronger energy within him than ever before. Images flashed within him. He began to see visions of the Ring, with more clarity than he’d ever had. It was like it was real. It was no longer fuzzy, as it used to be.
Thor focused and saw a great tide of humanity, an endless number of cities; he looked down on them, as if flying overhead. He watched seasons change beneath him, saw time pass, from decade to decade, century to century. He saw all the people divided. Then he saw all the people as one.
“Good,” Argon said. “I sense that you can feel it. The force stream. Now, control the river. Look to the future. Tell me what you see.”
Thor closed his eyes, struggling—but nothing came to him. Then he recalled Argon’s past lessons, and forced himself to stop struggling. He breathed deep, and tried to allow it to come to him instead.
Thor began to see crystal-clear visions of the future. He flinched inside, was horrified as he watched King’s Court overrun. He watched invaders destroy it, raze it, burn it down to the ground. In place of the great city, there was just a mound of ashes.
Thor heard the screams, watched thousands of people fleeing; he saw thousands butchered, thousands more imprisoned, taken as slaves. He watched as a wasteland spread and engulfed the once-bucolic hills of the Ring. He watched fruit fall from trees, saw women taken away. He saw great armies invading, covering every corner of the Ring. And he watched the sky blacken.
“I see a time of great darkness,” Thor said.
“Yes,” Argon said.
As Thor closed his eyes, he watched a blood-red moon rise over a desolate wasteland. It was night, and he saw a single fire burning in the blackness of the Ring.
“I see a fire,” Thor said. “Burning in the wasteland.”
“That fire is the source of hope,” Argon said. “It is what will rise from the ashes.”
Thor squinted and saw more.
“I see a sword,” Thor said. “A gleaming sword. It shines in the sun. I see a hundred men being killed one swipe.”
“The Destiny Sword,” Argon said.
Thor flinched as he watched dragons fly down from the sky, breathing flames onto what was left of the Ring.
“I see a host of dragons,” Thor said, voice shaking. “They attack as one.”
Thor had to open his eyes—he could stand it no more. The visions were too horrific.
He saw Argon staring back.
“You are powerful,” Argon said. “You have seen much. The power within you is strong. Stronger than I thought.”
“But tell me what it all means,” Thor pleaded, upset. “Is it all true? Will the Ring be destroyed? What will become of King’s Court? Of the Legion? Of Gwendolyn?”
Argon shook his head sadly.
“You can’t control the future,” Argon said. “But you can prepare. You must prepare.”
“How?”
“You must become stronger. The Ring needs you. You must develop the powers within yourself. You must claim for yourself the power source of your mother, a great Druid, of your father, a great warrior. It all lies within you. Only you are stopping it from shining through. You must accept it. Unleash it. Claim it as your own.”
“But how?” Thor pleaded.
“Stop resisting it. Stop fearing who you are.”
Argon turned.
“That stream,” he said. “Close your eyes. Hear its gurgling. Really hear it.”
Thor closed his eyes and tried to focus. He heard the delicate sound of water running over rocks.
“Can you feel it?” Argon asked. “Can you feel its current?”
Thor listened to the tranquil sound of the stream, and he felt it moving, felt its current.
“Good,” Argon said. “You and the water are one. Now stop the water. Change its course. Turn it upstream.”
Thor focused on the current of the water, which he felt flowing as if it were flowing through his own body.
Then, slowly, Thor reached out a palm and directed it towards the water. He could feel the stream’s energy source, tickling the center of his palm. Slowly, he willed the current to change directions.
Thor felt a great strength within him, felt the resistance of the water, weighing on his palm, felt himself struggling, as if lifting a physical object. He opened his eyes and was amazed to see that he was stopping the flow of the stream. He was creating a small wall of water, like a dam, freestanding in the midst of the stream, revealing the dry bed underneath it.
“Good,” Argon said. “Very good. Now let it go.”
Thor pulled back his palm, and the water crashed back down and continued its flow.
“You have mastered a small slice of nature,” Argon said. “But nature is not confined to the ground. Nature is all around us. Water flows in a stream—but it also flows in the sky. Feel the clouds above you. Feel how thick they are, how wet with moisture. Can you feel it?”
Thor looked up and was baffled. The sky was clear.
“But it is cloudless,” Thor protested.
“Look again,” Argon said and raised his staff.
As Thor watched, suddenly the sky above his head darkened with dark clouds, gathering from all corners of the sky. Thor was in awe of Argon’s power.
“Now close your eyes,” Argon said, “and feel the clouds.”
Thor closed his eyes and was amazed to realize that he could feel this cloud, hanging above him like a physical thing. It felt heavy, thick, wet.
“Open it,” Argon said. “Open this cloud and let it release its pressure. Let it rain moisture on us. It wants to rain. Allow it to.”
Thor found himself raising both palms to the sky, leaning back, and as he did, he felt a great burst of energy rush through him.
Thunder suddenly clapped, and a great wall of water fell down on him. Thor heard a rumbling noise, and an instant later he felt himself drenched, water raining down all around him, landing on the dusty sand, on his head, drenching him.
“Good!” Argon screamed, over the sound of the rain, also drenched. “Now stop it!”
Thor closed his eyes, felt the wall of water, and raised one palm overhead, directing it at the cloud. Moments later, the water stopped.
Thor opened his eyes and was amazed to see the water raining from the sky, but stopping just feet above his head. He was holding it there—and it was sapping his energy. He felt his legs begin to shake from the effort.
“You are tired because you trying too hard,” Argon yelled. “Make the cloud disappear!” Argon commanded.
“I can’t!” Thor yelled back, shaking from the effort of holding up the rain.
“That is because you think it is hard. It is not!” Argon said.
Impatient, Argon raised his staff and waved it overhead; suddenly, the cloud disappeared. The day was clear and cloudless once again.
Thor looked all around, and there was no evidence that the cloud had ever been there—except for the fact that his clothes were dripping wet. He looked over at Argon in awe. His power was inspiring.
“I can feel my power,” Thor said. “But it feels uneven, unsteady.”
“That is the human part of you,” Argon explained. “You are part human. That is an asset and a weakness. You must learn to master your imperfections. You might never be as strong as your mother; or, you might be stronger. The key lies in your mind, in your resolve, in your developing your skills.”
Thor was struggling to comprehend all of this.
“But all of this—moving water, creating rain—I still don’t understand how this shall help me in battle,” Thor said.
“Don’t you?” Argon asked.
Argon suddenly turned, held out a palm, aimed at a boulder and then lifted his hand.
Fifty feet away, an immense boulder, ten times the size of Thor, suddenly shot up high in the air, then, as Argon moved his wrist, it came slamming down with a great crash, a few feet before Thor.
Thor stumbled at the impact as the ground shook, leaving a crater in the earth, insects scurrying in every direction.
Thor looked at Argon with wonder—and fear. He had underestimated him, once again.
“All nature is connected,” Argon said. “The water, the rocks, the sky. If you can direct the flow of water, you can direct anything. Even the animals.”
Argon looked up at the sky.
“Do you see that bird?” Argon asked.
Thor looked up, and saw an eagle circling high overhead.
“Summon it down to us. Have it land on your shoulder.”
Thor closed his eyes, reached up, and tried with all he had to direct the bird’s energy. He felt the bird getting closer—but then suddenly flying away. He tried as hard as he could, but he could not control it. He opened his eyes to see the bird disappearing. He lowered his palm, mentally and physically exhausted.
“I’m sorry,” Thor said. “I could not control it. It was too hard.”
“It was only too hard because you tried too hard,” Argon said. “You did not allow it to come to you. You still rely on your human sense of will.”
“But I don’t see how we can control all animals,” Thor said.
Argon raised his staff, and suddenly Thor heard a roar.
He turned and saw a lion walking towards them, quickly, and as Argon moved his hand, the lion followed the direction of Argon’s palm. It came up to Argon, sat beside him, and stared out at Thor. Tranquil. Obedient.
Thor was speechless.
“I can’t believe it,” Thor said.
“That is precisely your problem,” Argon said. “If you cannot believe, you cannot create. Because you don’t see it, you don’t manifest it. You must learn to trust yourself. You know more than you think possible.”
Suddenly, a great flash came and Argon disappeared—and the lion with him.
Thor looked about, in every direction, but they were gone.
Thor felt exhausted, but also stronger. He felt as if he had trained all day. He had taken an important step, and he felt his skills developing. But he still knew there was much left to learn, and he wondered if he would ever be able to master it all.
How vast were his powers? What was his destiny? How was he supposed to help the Ring?
Until he met his parents, somehow, he felt, he would never solve the mystery.
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