Gahl looked forward after a while of gazing at the ground. Through the faint mist that covered the world at this early hour, he could see the wood in front of him.


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    Who would wait to do their research the day of the Choice Ceremony?


    ‘Actually, if I may ask,’ began Gahl’s mother, ‘why are there so many ships in the port today? Is there a parade on soon?’ Gahl turned. He didn’t notice while looking at the ships the sheer quantity of them. There was an entire fleet of military ships that floated upon the gentle waves.


    That is the way of priesthood, though. “There are no priests who haven’t killed more people than they have preached sermons”, as the old saying went. Sometimes saving meant killing, though Gahl hoped to avoid that in his scholarship.


    I will do anything to protect this landscape. This beautiful, beautiful landscape. To it I shall give my all. Nothing shall do harm to it.


    Invigorated with a passion for his country he never felt before, Gahl did not pay attention to anything but the landscape. Not the further conversation between his parents and Pel, not the beckoning of his parents to follow them back home, not the pain that shot through his legs with every step as they made the journey back.


    This better work out.