Krymzyn (The Journals of Krymzyn Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

others.”
    “The things you’re shown, the purposes of the children or when Darkness is near, are events you can’t alter. If a path has already been defined, you won’t be able to change it.”
    “It’s difficult to accept when I know I could have saved him.”
    “You weren’t meant to save him,” the Disciple replies. “You were meant to learn from him while he was alive. With his death, you’ll no longer be an Apprentice. Even though you’re still young, you’re now asked to fulfill your purpose as a Hunter of Krymzyn.”
    “I’m honored to serve our balance,” the girl says, bowing her head solemnly.
    The Disciple silently admires the girl standing in front of her, realizing how quickly she’s maturing into a young woman. Despite the girl’s recent growth, she’s still younger than any before her to end an Apprenticeship. Well aware of the girl’s extraordinary abilities since they were first displayed as a small child, the Disciple knows how difficult it must be for the girl to understand her gifts.
    “Why you’re sometimes shown the future,” the Disciple says, “feel the things you feel, and are able to do all you can, none of us can explain. I know it’s confusing to you, but in time, I believe it will make sense.”
    “Do you remember my Ritual of Purpose?” the girl asks.
    “Of course. I thought a first would occur and more than one color might be revealed in your hair.”
    “During Communal after my Ritual, a Teller arrived, but on the Empty Hill, not the Telling Hill.”
    “I remember,” the Disciple says. “I was told of his arrival, although there were many anomalies associated with his visit.”
    “I know I shouldn’t have approached him, but I couldn’t resist my curiosity. He was confused and didn’t understand why he was here. When we spoke, I could feel what was inside him. Not only what he felt being in our world, but what he felt in his. The types of feelings I sensed in him are the same things I feel all the time now, emotions that don’t exist here in others.”
    “Did you find it helpful to be aware of those emotions in another?” the Disciple asks.
    The girl slides the tip of her spear across the grass at her feet, wiping black Murkovin blood from the steel. “It helped me understand them and control them. Some of the emotions I feel are extreme, like anger as severe as what the Murkovin must feel. Those are difficult to accept.”
    The Disciple ponders the girl’s words for several moments before answering. “Much of your journey is one that, I fear, must be traveled alone. You’ll gain understanding as you travel your path. Although I may not fully grasp all that’s inside you, I’ll always try to provide what insight I can.”
    “Thank you,” the girl sincerely replies. “The things I feel will never interfere with fulfilling my purpose to Krymzyn.”
    “Your honor is never in question,” the Disciple says. “We all know you give every part of your life to protect what’s sacred to us in a way no one else can.”
    Both of their heads turn towards beams of light gliding over a nearby hilltop. The brilliant rays recede into the shape of a man. Tall and slim with cobalt blue highlights in his wavy black hair, the Traveler sprints across the meadow. With his spear in one hand, he coasts to a stop in front of the Disciple.
    “Please accompany her to the Mount,” the Disciple says. “She’ll take her Mentor’s body to the Bed of Light.”
    With a somber expression, the Traveler surveys the three corpses on the ground. When he looks to the girl, his eyes fill with respect.
    “It will be my honor,” he replies.
    The girl hands her spear to the Traveler, leans down, and lifts the body of her Mentor from the ground. Without effort, almost no strain in her muscles, she gently throws the corpse over her shoulder as though he were nothing more than a small child.
    “Have a safe journey,” the Disciple says.
    The girl and the Traveler both bow to the