A hard choice (11)
As you heard of the secret fire from which souls are forged, you told your master about what happened on the high mountain, and the hidden light you could see in others. Sometimes dimmed and sometimes blazing.
“That was the Secret Fire”, you asked?
No answer needed. His fire blazed!
“You can see the hidden fire? If you can see it, you can learn more about it and expand this craft to limits I dared not to think of. It is the rarest of gifts, and yet it is in my grasp…
…what are the odds?
My dear apprentice, listen to me…
I dedicated all my life to this art, and now, with you, I truly have the means to achieve something greater. I am old. I have no family. I’ll grant you all I have after my passing. My gold, my land, my laboratory and all the secrets of this art that you can hold, but travel with me now! I have friends in Italy that I must meet. With my laboratory, their knowledge and your gift we can forge something truly great.”
You are flatted by his proposal, yet Italy is a far away land and the journey will be long, since the turks hold the seas. The travel may take many months on dry land.
Not long ago, you had nothing to lose. Not long ago you would not have glitched and took this oportunity. But now there is doubt. For you felt the seeds of desire burning within you, and the urge is strong. To seduce a Lord is no easy craft, but with your curent knowledge you are confident that you may succed.
You remember your oath, to take the world by the troat and take from it all it can give you. Is wisdom worthy? Since the last seal can’t be broken, death can be the price of knowledge. It’s a hard choice.[ none can have it all ]
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