"Stop Telden! You're losing focus. Don't atack me thinking only of your next move. In a real battle, setting your ultimate goal and understanding how to achieve it is essential. Or do you think that your opponent is not aware that his life will also be at stake? "Old Man exhibited his mastery with lance as he taught the young boy.

Telden was frustrated that he could not hit the war veteran. His arms were very small, but he was sure that in time he would overthrow his master.

Still, Mon would often get amazed during the moments the boy received his teachings. His potential needed to be explored. He was shrewd and brave, a relief to his father, the lord of Nastriti's feud.

Being Nastriti a frontier town to the ocean and other countries, it was the local custom for the feudal family to engage in all kinds of training. Diplomacy and particularities of the clergy were its basic premises. Telden especially liked combat, a familiar curse perhaps.

The young hero already in his 11 years was the star of the citadel. His pioneering spirit and solitary walkings through the streets of the city were a known fact, his education and solidarity were unique arrangements which he exhibited in the most natural way.

From arrogant aristocrats to illiterate peasants, everyone longed for the future of Nastriti governed by Telden, including his father, a few years of retirement.

His mother, Esmerald, would do all things possible for her only son. She used to disagree with her husband about how he strictly treated their son. Michel was someone accustomed to hierarchy, respect, and fear, but Esmeralda knew the size of his pride in Telden.

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"Father said that an apple was the favorite fruit of the Blue God. He said that every time he ate it, his strength increased. So how did the blue god lose his last battle? I know why. He did not eat sufficiently apples, which is why I have to eat enough of them not to lose again against Captain Mon."

It was a scene worth painting. Telden sat gently on the tree branch as he ate apples, hoping that Uni, his dog and confidant, would agree to his words.

Everyone in the city knew the boy's manner. Always talking alone or with his dog. He knew the whole perimeter of Nastriti. His parents had already given up trying to limit Telden's free behavior. He always left the house at sunrise and only returned when he was sleepy or needed the books of his father's library.

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Attila Nastriti somehow approved of his son's wanderings. It would help him build trust with the local population, at least his boy was not a demented nobleman who was not satisfied with the ambient of his territory.

"Don't do that face Uni, I had already said that today we would enter the grotto of the lake. Walk, walk! "At the entrance to one of Nastriti's lakes, Telden pushed his dog that was unwilling to accompany its owner in this narrow, dark place. Uni was a descendant of an already extinct race of exploratory dogs, even if his lazy personality did not live up to it. At about 1,5 meters, he was already bigger than the boy, an almost comical image.

He had discovered the place three weeks ago, when during one of his "expeditions" with his dog, he slipped off the trail and ran into a grotto. Since then, he assembled and detailed an exploration plan, a bizarre feat for an 11-year-old.

With the chandelier he took from his father's room, Telden lit the entrance of the cave. Uni, with a look of regret not typical of a dog, followed.

Spirals, spirals and more spirals.

The spirals printed at the entrance looked like simple, innocent paintings. In various sizes and slopes.

But the seemingly common sketch became more complex and macabre. The number of spirals decreased even though each spiral was now represented in its own environment. Blades, dead corpses and celestial items from the legends divided the wall with its respective spiral.

A small part of what Telden saw resembled unique ecclesiastical figures from the books of Nastriti monastery. Incredibly, the young prefect was not afraid. He was impressed as never once in his life..

He pointed to the top corner of the wall.

"That is the arm of the Blue God! I know that it is, I know!"

"Whoof! Whoof!" Uni, though with the worst personality possible for an ardof, had the sharpest environmental sensors. And the last thing it would do was let something happen with his best friend.

Caressing his hand on the dog's muzzle, Telden considered what to do. He more than anyone knew Uni, and in his several years of partnership, never barked in a situation where something was not very wrong.

"Uni, but what if I found something from the Blue god? Old Mon would be very happy." Pulling his small dagger from his belt, Telden took over one of the many defensive postures he practiced with his master.

"And I'm going to take down anyone who messes with me." With his childish laughter, he continued walking.

From the beginning of the cave, its diameter narrowed with each step, but at this point of the way, the opposite began to happen. Gradually the space to move was sufficiently similar to the corridors of the feudal castle.

The path ended abruptly to the right, narrowing again. Enough for the boy and his dog to pass.

The smell of rain, the surprising lighting, the detailed furnishings. They were only part of the secret of the cave.

Fragments of the wanderer's first encounter with a god.