(Inner monologue shall be represented in block letters)
An old man sat at the edge of a pond, prodding the fish in it with a twig as they fed on crumbs of food thrown while thinking deeply.
I HONESTLY DIDN'T EXPECT SARAH TO REACH GRADE 3 LIGHTNING AT THIS AGE, A GENIUS I MUST SAY. I FEAR MY TIME IS GOING TO END SOON, AFTER GAUGING THE LEVEL OF MASTERY OF DASTAN, I SHALL ENTRUST THEM WITH THE ABILITY OF MY BLOODLINE AND SEND THEM TO THAT OLD GEEZER, HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO TRAIN THEM BETTER. I SHOULD ALSO TAKE A LOOK AT THE SHADOW SCROLL GIVEN BY VILLAGE CHIEF SAYING TO TEACH IT TO DASTAN. IT'S AURA FEELS DANGEROUS AND ENTICING AT THE SAME TIME.
He then stood up and unfurled the scroll examining the technique only to be dumbfounded in the beginning, confused as the time progressed and exhilarated to the point of madness in the end.
THIS QUIRK MUST DEFINITELY BE TAUGHT TO HIM. I CAN'T LET THIS TECHNIQUE FALL INTO THE HANDS OF ANYONE ELSE. DEFINITELY NOT. I BELIEVE DASTAN HAS THE CAPABILITY OF MASTERING AND USING IT TO THE FULLEST. ONLY TIME CAN TELL HIS DESTINY AND FUTURE.
He hurriedly left the mountain peak and reached the gates of a mysterious and majestic city. MASTER, I HOPE YOU ARE ALIVE, YOU WILL DEFINITELY BE HAPPY ON KNOWING THIS.
He bent his back while joining his hands in a namaste position paying respects to the city before leaving the place altogether.