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This is part nine of a series. See bottom of description for details.
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'Everything you do must have immense purpose.'

This is the phrase that welcomed me into existence.

As a babe, a child, a youth, and a man, this has been my creed. Before I could say it. Before I could write it. Before I could understand it--my responsibility was made abundantly clear.

Every evening as night crept upon our territory, Mother would recite my purpose as she cradled my head in her soft, warm arms. The dark would bring a cool breeze into our cave, a temporary relief from the hot sands that rolled on outside. Her rough hands branched through my hair, cracked lips settling into a contented smile. Through her dry lips she sung of our history, my legacy. Once I found the other Sun, the elements would be properly restored again; the world would have seasons, the forests water, the wastelands snow. These were the words my eyes would close to every night.

The training was brutal. Once I could walk, there was no end to my activities--fighting, fasting, riding, hunting. These were the things I excelled in, they had a goal, an end, a limit. I could see the progress. They were easy to me.
The tests that truly pained me were the ones of a psychological nature. Isolation. Humiliation. I was celebrated, then shunned. I was loved, then abandoned.

I was not made to question my challenges, I was born to face them.

What kept me going was the other Sun. I was told that it was my duty to find them, protect them, and above all, love them unconditionally.

With this in my heart I plunged through years of pain, in stark anticipation to find them.

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Description
This is part nine of a series. See bottom of description for details.
Music: [link]

"

'Everything you do must have immense purpose.'

This is the phrase that welcomed me into existence.

As a babe, a child, a youth, and a man, this has been my creed. Before I could say it. Before I could write it. Before I could understand it--my responsibility was made abundantly clear.

Every evening as night crept upon our territory, Mother would recite my purpose as she cradled my head in her soft, warm arms. The dark would bring a cool breeze into our cave, a temporary relief from the hot sands that rolled on outside. Her rough hands branched through my hair, cracked lips settling into a contented smile. Through her dry lips she sung of our history, my legacy. Once I found the other Sun, the elements would be properly restored again; the world would have seasons, the forests water, the wastelands snow. These were the words my eyes would close to every night.

The training was brutal. Once I could walk, there was no end to my activities--fighting, fasting, riding, hunting. These were the things I excelled in, they had a goal, an end, a limit. I could see the progress. They were easy to me.
The tests that truly pained me were the ones of a psychological nature. Isolation. Humiliation. I was celebrated, then shunned. I was loved, then abandoned.

I was not made to question my challenges, I was born to face them.

What kept me going was the other Sun. I was told that it was my duty to find them, protect them, and above all, love them unconditionally.

With this in my heart I plunged through years of pain, in stark anticipation to find them.

____________________________

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