The most anticipated time was here, I went to look for my mother with Anny.

Dressing prettily, I was confident that This time I will find out what my interests are.

At mother's room, we knocked twice when her maid opened the door for us and invited us in with a smile on her face "Good morning, My Lady. Please come in, Madame is waiting for you since last hour.

I rushed inside to see mother sitting on her chair and smiling at me. Her table was already filled with documents and paperwork's.

I ran towards her side, hugged her and greeted "Good morning mother, how was your sleep?"

Mother's voice was always soft and clear "I sleep well, my baby. How was your sleep?"

"It was so nice. I was excited the whole night and was thinking about what mom would give me today!?" I spike taking my seat on the couch.

"Yes, I have prepared a list of activities you can do. Should we go now?" mother asked standing up from her seat.

"Yes, Mom I am so thrilled." I jumped down from the couch and walked towards the door.

Mom, Anny and I walked outside the mansion.

I had no idea where mom was leading us to until I saw a flag on our right side.

It was the training grounds for newly appointed knights.

Seeing the ground, I ran towards it.

"Slow down My Lady" Anny was worried I might trip.

But her worries could not stop my excitement to see the training ground.

There were different weapons neatly arranged all around.

My eyes were glimmering at the sight of swords, spears, shields and all types of weapons.

Mother held my hands and spoke with a smile "child, I saw you using sword that day, and I think it was hard for you to wield it, so dear how about trying a different weapon?"

"A different weapon?" I asked looking at her.

She led me to the weapon collection and told me to choose the one I felt most connected to. Going through all the weapons kept a spear that was four feet long and had a black handle caught my eyes.

Seeing the spear, I felt a roller-coaster of emotions within me.

Spears were the only weapon I used to use living hundreds of eras before this modern era.

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swords were never used nor seen in my village as metal smelting was not invented yet.

Happiness of the old companion I once used to fight evil spirits.

Sadness of missing my old days as a shaman.

Excited to so something I am familiar with

Anger of having to start a new life from scratch.

Longing to my old days where I was a strong independent man.

Joy to meet a new loving family, all these emotions swallowed me, as I stood blankly there staring at the spear.

Mother, step forward.

Took the spear and hand it to me.

Holding on to it, I did not know what to do a memory of the past where I fought an evil spirit rushed to my mind.

The caveman tribes always found themselves between dangers. Devils, wild animals and evil spirits were hunters that hunted them even in their nightmares.

Being a shaman, I was the leader whenever we fought evil spirits.

We used to go in groups to hunt during morning while our women used to stay home to cook, care for children and built home utensils and dresses.

Men used to hunt huge animals that were similar to monsters with its thick skin and strong tusks.

We used to use those monstrous meets as food and their skin as clothes.

Once we found ourselves at war with a strange spirit resembling a giant chicken with shimmering feathers. The strange animal was commonly known as Tyrannous.

A carnivore that could devour a whole village within a night.

If it was simply an animal, fighting it would have been easy, but this was a monster which had an evil spirit living in it.

Armed with our spears and clubs, the men prepared to defend our territory, but the Tyrannous spirit wasn't intimidated and began to attack, throwing explosive eggs that create whirlwinds of smoke and fire. We constantly tried to dodge these attacks and find a way to fight back. A group of men fighting a giant monster with stone weapons was nothing but a game for the monster.

Only thing we could do was to pray and fight the evil monster with rituals.

As the battle raged on, a young caveman noticed that the tyrannous spirit is attracted to the small shiny pebbles on their collars. He then began to pick up all the pebbles he found and threw them towards the spirit.

That was the day we discovered that shiny objects distract the monster and cause it to lose focus. This was when the cave warriors took the opportunity to launch their ultimate attack.

Forming a circle around the Tyrannous spirit, the cave warriors danced and shouted, creating a hypnotic and intoxicating movement. I stood in front of the evil spirit and shouted out at the top of my lungs.

Προσοχή στον Θεό που βρίσκεται πάνω από το κακό τέρας. Κανένα ζωντανό ή νεκρό δεν μπορεί να ξεφύγει από τη θεϊκή του τιμωρία. Τώρα αφήστε αυτή τη γη που προστατεύεται από τον Θεό και μην επιστρέψετε ποτέ.

[Beware of the God above you evil monster.

No living or dead thing can escape from his divine punishment.

Now leave this land that is protected by God and never return.]

Our language is no more used in this era.

That beautiful and blessed language faded away as time passed.

The Tyrannous spirit was trapped in this whirlwind of noise and movement, and eventually faded away and only its body was left.

The ritual ended with a dance praising the God above. Men threw their spear away and held hands together bowing and thanking God for helping them destroy the evil spirit.

To celebrate their victory, the cave warriors cook the giant chicken and share it with the whole tribe. Survivors will recount this strange battle with the spirit Tyrannous for generations to come, wondering if this creature was real or just a hallucination of their primitive imagination.

Tyrannous looked similar to chicken but giant in size and powerful.

They were monsters in which evil spirits resided.

These monsters were very destructive as no weapons were enough to kill them.

Their skin was as thick as mountains and their meat was as delicious as chicken.

Every time a Tyrannous was spotted we had to pray to God, perform ritual and kill the evil spirit leaving in it.

Once the evil spirit is killed its hard skin smoothen and it falls.