Live
“Life is sacred. This place is sacred. I continue to live and I continue to choose peace.”
“I don’t even know what I am,” the young master said. “All I know is that I’m dangerous. I deserve worse than living here with you, surrounded by beautiful things.”
“I’ve tried to find out more about the curse. Everything I’ve read is frightening; stories about children changing into demons and destroying everything and everyone in their path. You defended yourself and I know you feel guilty, but you chose differently. You chose peace. Your choice to stay here to protect others is admirable. Your sacrifice is noble.”
“What will I do when you die?”
“Live. Choose to live. I wrote a letter to you, to remind you that you’re my son. You are not evil or bad, you’re different,” you said smiling. “Very different, but you’re my son. I love you and I’ll care for you until my last breath. You’re my beautiful child.”
A few weeks later, while tending the garden, you were startled by a young person calling out, “Scholar Lafe! Scholar Lafe! Are you here!”
“Stay where you are!” you yelled back, “let me come to you.”
You put down the shovel you were using and looked yourself over to decide if you were presentable. You certainly didn’t wear your vestments while tending the garden.
You found the young person standing near the stone stairway, wearing a loose-fitting cloak and hiking boots. “Why are you here? I told everyone, I don’t…”
“My apologies Scholar Lafe, but I needed to come here.”
“Why?”
“Because this is where Kyn live.”
Your fear and anger turned to joy. “You are one?”
“I am one,” one replied. “I am Kyn.”
“Can you keep a secret?” you asked as you heard the young master stirring in the chapel. “A very big secret.”
The Beginning
