The time of past is of no consequence yet it draws you in. The long history of our land will perish, just for the foolishness of a king, a nation without a history is dead, let it burn along with the precious documents of old and your wits. Fools!! This might be my last recording, even this will be no longer, but let it be said history cannot be forgotten among a pyre's ashes, it will rise again with vengeance. (Historian Tsintal, documented right after the beginning of the prosecution of historic documents 400 AB)
I was just a baby, when they chose me. I did not have a choice in my life, to grow and become who I wanted to be, to do what I wanted to do, it's like when a gosling is born, his fate is sealed, it will be a bird and nothing more, nature already chose for this soul, but humans are different, they have choices, they are the only conscious animal is this lively kingdom. Something inside our soul make us become innovators to inquire, discover and invent, it feels like the world was created just for us. Still I do not consider myself unlucky; when the world's balance is in your hand you either run away or revel in the power bestowed upon you. It was simply my vanity that allowed me to do the later.
If there is one thing a saltbreaker cannot do is record his own memories, how unconventional. To be given the ability to tap into any memory but your own. My father's only legal recording of past event was that of my initiation. The importance of such recording was left only to be judged by me.
The year I was a born Kvort himself came to my family's establishment, it was near the end of his reign.
''please come inside'' said my father nervously to the king, skipping the pleasantries, of course everyone knew this was a special occasion, a Saltbearer was being initiated. The king walked in brazenly followed closely by his magi. They were both dressed casually, for the travel they went through, only the king's coat attested to his royalty, which was decorated with the emperos sigil. They left their coats to the groom and they hurried inside following my father who was heading further inside our house towards the upper rooms.
''why does it have to be here'' the magi said indistinctly while they walked. My parents were not poor by any standard; two servants and several acres of field were within their possession. The house was built on a small hill with many pine trees around, big enough to shelter two families, mine and my father's sister family.
The king turned to face the magi obviously dissatisfied with his complain, 'I do not expect you to understand young mage, but you should know by now, it hardly matters where he comes from, only that he is strong enough to withstand what is to come''.
''I know that, did it have to be a farmer boy though?'.'
''it's even better that way, I prefer it over a soldier's child''.
''At least let's take him to live in the keep, that way his training will be of better quality'��� said the magi with a hope hanging from his words, almost like begging.
''they will tear him apart if he is near the court, that's why I never chose a noble"
''And yet his choice feels forced, why him?" the magi asked with genuine curiosity.
"Why him indeed. Why should anyone go through this" the king said with true regret hanging from his voice.
The magi's eyebrows furrowed. It was the King himself who enforced it for all this time. Why would he feel regretful?
They both turned their attention to my father who stood in front of the door to the nursery waiting for the two individuals to finish their conversation. ''I am sorry for the delay, let us go see that boy now shall we?'' my father nodded and led in front to the nursing room, my swing was in the middle of the room with many toys hanging above it. I was but a small baby even for my 1 year of age. The king approached my swing, my father hesitated a moment, gathering courage '' does it have to be him? Does he have to carry such weight for the rest of his life?'' my father dared to ask, quoting the king's earlier words.
The king looked at my father's eyes, he seemed troubled and tired an exhale followed ''I have reigned too long Mr. Larhat, I am getting tired, I am afraid that I am not strong enough for such responsibilities bestowed upon a king. I might not be around when the boy is all grown up, so I can't offer any strong words for you, I am sorry. it has to be him, he shall serve our people , I do not expect him to be happy, but I hope he will not be broken by this power, he is strong, strong enough to shelter this responsibility I can tell you this much'' .
He took a deep breath and continued ''it is time though; let's not delay it any further Baser'' he whispered the last word and the magi, hearing his name placed his hands on me and begun the seal spell, It all took a moment, my father looked surprised as the seal started to take form on my small arm, the symbol that kings bowed to a circle with two horns, symbolizing the endless repetition of history and it's destructing results upon humanity.
And so my soul was bound, to lead and serve on desperate times, be mindful and respectful humble and speak the truth if needed or stay silent if no answer should be given and lastly never reveal the history, I am the judge of the world and the executioner of these commandments.