I walked through the rocky forest of the mountain around the reach. I was headed to the water fall up stream of the lake the village fished. Normally I would have taken time to enjoy the walk but my mind was so busy that I did not notice the natural wonder happening before me. After my talk with Stilicho I knew I needed to find my spiritual and emotional balance and I was going to dance until I found it.
The water fall is fed by a large creek that flowed from further up the mountain. The water flowed around both sides of a large flat rock and poured over the cliff in to the pool twenty feet below.
I found a nice shade tree on the bank near the flat rock. I hung my pack and my cloak on a branch near the trunk. My hammer leaned against the bark. I stripped off my harness, armor and my tail mace and placed them on the ground. I formed a ring of rocks for a fire pit. I located tinder and fire wood and piled them near the pit. I had the feeling that I would not have the energy to do this after I finished dancing. I laid out my sleeping mat and finished making camp. When I was done I removed my pants and shirt, folded them and placed them on my armor. I took a long strip of red cloth out of my bag.
I great leaped out onto the flat rock. The rock had a roundish shape about 20 feet across. The surface had been worn flat buy time, wind, and flood waters. The sun had been shining on the dark rock all morning so it was warm on the bottom of my feet. I laid down on the rock and let to warmth seep into my muscles. I closed my eyes and listened. The water roared as it as it hit the rocks twenty feet below. I let that sound fill my mind and over several minuets the song of the waterfall was revealed to me. I sat up and kept my eyes closed. I tied the strip of cloth over my eyes and I prayed. “Floranuus I ask you to be my eyes for this dance. Show me what it is I need to see to regain my balance and peace. Show me the victory in the past few days and the movement that I need to take to recover from them.”
I rose to my feet focused on the beating rhythm of the water that I could hear and feel. I started slowly with flowing movements like the water around me. The beat was a mild pace and I danced to it, staying close to the middle of the rock. Time passed and I could feel the heat of the day warm both my body and the rock.
At the hottest part of the day the rhythm of the water fall increased. As I matched the pace I could feel something in the back of my mind, the presence of Floranuus. My circle of dancing now reached out to the edges of the rock. I could feel the wet stone under my bare feet. I could feel the sweat running down my back with the increased pace. The harder and faster I dance the stronger the connection with Floranuus became. I could feel that the message I was about to receive was just out of my reach. I danced right off of the edge of the waterfall engaging my gliding stride and danced right out in to the open air twenty feet over the pool below.
My body moved without me as I danced through the air. My mind focused on four pictures in my mind that kept replaying over and over. Not only could I see the moments in time but I could also feel what was happening at those moments.
The first was The Reach. The view was from high above, maybe from an air ship. The Reach was safe, rebuilt, and prospering. The fields and the gardens could be seen and were full of ripe vegetables and grains to harvest. Several air ships were parked in the sky port not all of them troll ships. Trade agreements had been opened with other villages. The farmer’s market was filled with stalls selling wears to the people. There was a new building near the center of the village. There was a banner flying out side of it. It was the hall of The Unchained. Not only a home for the group but also a place of business. Opening a new place to sell barrels of ale from the Broken Link Brewery, as well as other trade goods collected from around Barsaive.
The second picture was of a feast table in Rorik’s hall. The lord of the village sat at the head of the table. His eldest living son sat at his right hand. Rorik’s new young wife sat on his left, along with their three new sons. Rorik sat tall and looked very happy. I noticed that he was wearing a small harp carved of wood on a string around his neck. Why would the big troll be wearing the symbol of Astendar? The answer to that was further down the table. Dremnin sat in the second seat on the right side of the table. He was looking at me with that look on his face that said that he had done something sneaky. Somehow I knew that he had been involved in getting Rorik and the young bride together. The rest of the table and hall was full of family, friends, and members of The Unchained.
The third was of my son he was about five years old. He was dressed in a kids play suit of leather armor and a cloth helm. He had wooden sword in his hand as well as wooden mace head on his tail. The Young T’skrang was slaying beasts that only he could see. He had his father’s smile and his mother’s bright eyes. Fa’ala and I were in the back ground we were sitting on the deck of an air ship watching our son. I had my arm over her shoulders and she was leaned in close. One of the ships officers was talking to us. I was the captain. He was coming to me for his orders.
The fourth was of Zartan Firesky. He wore simple robes of off white wool with a single chain around his neck made of silver. The blind troll was at the front of a simple class room. It was filled with the children. They were the children of the disgraced villagers. The blind troll was not teaching magic, he was teaching the kids how to read and write. He was using his knowledge, to better the live of the children. He was a respected name giver, not for his power but for the gift of knowledge that he gave to the children.
I knew that I had been shown a future that could be. I was shown what I could have and be if I allowed the teachings of Floranuus to guide me. The path that I had been on the last several days of brooding, guilt and anger were sure to keep me from it. Balance was mine if I would only choose it. It was my own guilt that was keeping me unbalanced to the dark side of the scale.
I could feel my grief, anger, and guilt lift as I absorbed the teachings of Floranuus. My spirit was in balanced again. I could feel the presence of the passion leaving fading away as his presence was no longer directly needed. I pulled the blind fold off and viewed the last of the sun slip below the mountain. My arms were raised and held wide to the setting sun. I shouted the name of my passion, “Floranuus!”
The one second that I got to view the bursting colors of reds, purples, and the burning yellow of the edge of the sun still peaking over the summit of the mountain was truly a sign of Floranuus. His bright colors painted across the sky. The reason that I only got a second to see it was that I had forgotten during this lesson that I had danced over the edge of the water fall. I had used all of my karma and I could no longer power my gliding stride. I fell the twenty feet in to the pool of cold mountain water.
I crawled out of the water and made my way back up to my gear. With my hands shaking I started a fire I had prepared that morning. After the fire warmed me I ate and drank. I stayed there under the tree that night with my thoughts. I had been given much to think about and much to do.