"What are the chains that bind Silisia?" He asked the ancient woman. There was no reason for him to be the chosen one. Syryn didn't think he was special enough to be the saviour of anyone, let alone an entire kingdom.
"Silisia sleeps upon a danger that threatens Amhasag's denizens. You, Syryn, are the only one that can free Silisia of its burden." She was already running low on energy. He could see that this conversation was coming to an end very soon.
"Because I inherited the sage's pearl," he bitterly said.
"Because you are the new Sage," she corrected him. "Don't you want to know what the sage's pearl looks like?"
Syryn looked up at her. "Yes, can you show it to me?"
The old woman raised her arm again and pointed to Syryn's forehead. Her bony wrinkled finger had a talon-like nail that gently tapped on his skin.
Syryn immediately felt something crawl over the flesh of his forehead.
