| Khym, as ready as you can be… as soon as it is… as none could hold you yet.
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| go… and face the wind of fire… Face your own fate…
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| …You think you can touch the blue courtain of tomorrow’s sky… If no one can.
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| If death seems to be worst… Khym…"
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| «Sleep well priest, to eternity and… Thanks priest, you have been a father to
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| me… Please, see all these tears that I cannot cry because, as the wind I will
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| fight, my heart feels dry
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| (…) Now, walking on old golden waves, I follow the wind of the sea of sand…
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| Flying away from your grave, I follow the wind of which I am the slave:
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| I am in a whirlwind of fire as the sand burns my skin. |
| Flying higher and
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| higher by the wings of my screams…»
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| But his soul was still resisting: «The Vortex is leading me to a world of agony,
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| drowning me into the Golden Sea.»
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| Waking out, Khym saw a man, held up his hand and reminded him of the man’s face.
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| Khym grew wan… He was Tyro, lord of the nomad kings and master of the desert
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| wind!
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| Tyro looked at the sky and began to speak… Here are his words:
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| «Congratulation dead priest… Stronger than you were, your student is,
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| since he defied the sand storm and the Vortex of Kaltaz… all alone!
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| So, I make him one of my sons. |
| I can feel the faith beating under his skin…»
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| And, forgetting what the young could have done (-Time to talk will come with
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| time to understand-), Tyro gave the lands of Kaltaz which, now, would obey to
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| Khym. |
| His soul was comprehending: «I master the Vortex, spring the fountain of
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| agony… I am Khym, Sheikh of the Golden Sea…»
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| Tyro looked down to Khym, then closed his eyes and slowly said: «Men and women
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| must be free to be considered alive!»
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| After that, he disappeared and. |
| His voice resounded: «Swear, and do not ever
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| forget!» |