I was officially on my first mission. Fetch water for Elder Hurky's tea. I couldn't believe this was how my grand rise to power was starting. If there was an afterlife for my dreams, I'd pray for them to be reincarnated into something better.
I reached the sect's ground. The air was thick with the smell of the distant training grounds, and the noise of disciples yelling at each other made it feel like I was in a forgotten corner of the sect.
"Admiring nature is it the of life itself-unforgiving yet infinitely beautiful; In its chaos, what I see is it my own reflection? In it's persistence, my own path. What is progress if not a relentless ascent, carved only by those who dared to climb.
I grabbed the bucket, dropped it into the well, and started filling it up. It wasn't heavy, but it wasn't fun either.
When I finally had the bucket full, I was about to turn back when I caught sight of something strange. An old man in the corner of the courtyard, standing with his arms crossed. He had an air about him that screamed important, though his clothes weren't anything special. Just a plain robe, like everyone else's.
I froze. No way… Was this one of the Elders?
Before I could make a run for it, he spoke. "You're Amon, right?"
I couldn't hide the surprise on my face. "Uh... yeah. That's me."
He gave a small, dry chuckle. "I'm not here to waste your time, kid. Just get that water to Elder Hurky."
And just like that, he disappeared, vanishing into thin air.
I blinked, looking down at the bucket. What just happened? Was that just one of those weird things the sect was known for?
I picked up the bucket again and started walking toward Elder Hurky's quarters.