"I had a vision". She was old, her face all wrinkled as words flowed out of her mouth in broken sentences.
"Ate-Le". She called out to the one standing before her, a person whose appearance wasn't shown, and the only indication that the person was there was due to the old woman stretching her fingers forward as she spoke.
"Our sole owner has arrived after thousands of years of waiting". She paused, catching her breath after tiring herself up with the little she had spoken.
"Go now and see to it that he is protected from harm, and never again should you be separated from him".
Once she was done speaking, it could be seen when one looks at the ground, that the shadow of the one being spoken to was bowing their head to the old woman.
Thus began the journey of an accompanied, one who tasks themselves in carrying on the legacy of their tribesmen.
A legacy that involves reclaiming their position as an escort to their master.
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