As the spear took form under his hands, Midas's thoughts drifted to what would happen in the afternoon.
The afternoon would bring battle training, a dance as old as time, where boys learned the art of war.
In a world where the line between survival and extinction was as thin as the blade of a spear, readiness was not a virtue but a necessity, and Midas knew that too.
This was why he was somewhat looking forward to the battle training. It would be a time when he and the other kids would engage in hand-to-hand combat and weapon combat with sticks and spears.
Something was calming about the exercises and Midas always found it cathartic.
As the tool crafting came to an end, the old man Tabo, an old man in this village someone who had lived through forty summers, started feeding Midas all sorts of propaganda on why he should become a warrior and a craftsman otherwise his gift that was given to him by the Ancestors would be wasted.
Hey Guys!!
I got the laptop back, but its on its last legs. The battery is shot, it tends to overheat... I need to start saving up for a new one. Your support would be gratly appreciated in that endeavour.
I've fixed some of the errors in the previous Chapters. I wrote those on my old phone (which is also almost dead T_T), and I just want to apologise for making you guys read through that. I implore you to go back and reread from Chapter 218 if you want to as you will get a much better experience.
But basically, the situation right now is that these are the Trials of the Spirit, Midas is currently doing the fourth Trial which is the Trial of Heart and things are heating up.
Who knows what this Trial even wants from him... And who knows if he will even survive it...
Thank you to all the people who left comments on the chapters in this time even though I take days to read them. I read though them and they gave me great motivation. And as always, thank you for reading the Story!!