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Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer, Segment 5, "Chosen":

Weeks sped by, days and nights getting colder and darker. Lydighet and the lad grew closer and closer as father and son. Together they sharpened his skills of survival, self-defense, hunting, home keeping, and other tasks necessary of a demanding world. The lad became acquainted with the Usikkers, who flocked to him as an older brother. Lydighet saw the healthy seed of relationship planted between the boy and the young family.

The first snow fell. Spotless powder covered all in a billowy fluff. Lydighet took this opportunity to go through a long series of cold-weather survival drills with the boy. They built a shelter and scavenged enough roots and berries to sustain them for a good four days. Once home, Lydighet gave the youth some reading material and watched the lad go out to breathe the cold, crisp air. Lydighet's body grunted and moaned against his fatigue. He was not as young as he used to be. Flipping off his moccasins, he settled down into the soft folds of his armchair, thinking, The boy loves to read, even if it is just a stack of papers on agricultural irrigation. A whole new world's been opened to him. Two weeks, and he's read half of all the writing I have. Something wondrous is in store for him. Smiling peacefully, Lydighet let sleep overtake him.

He awoke.

Something was strange. An electric presence surrounded him, walling him off from the world. It was dark.

What is this? questioned his fogged mind.

A light, growing larger and larger, appeared in the distance until it stood before the him. It consumed space and time.

The Light seemed to speak, You know who I am, My servant. You have faired most favorably with your Master. You have not fallen away to the Dark One. You have stayed firm in the fellowship. You have not denied your Maker. Thus, you have been preserved to carry out a great work.

“Lord Allmektig!” Lydighet realized, tearing free from the chains holding his mystified mind, “Cover my eyes from Your magnificence!”

Servant! cried the Voice with command.

Lydighet silenced himself, Have I crossed a forbidden boundary?

The Voice was soft again, speaking words lovingly, No, you have not, but discard your humanity and do not follow after your blood. Know Me and be calm. I am someone to be feared, but above all, loved. Do you understand, My child?

“Yes, my Father,” said Lydighet with lips that trembled before the mighty Presence.

Good, My son, the Voice of Greatness replied, Now, listen. The Dark One has returned as I wanted not, but he was given a choice. He seeks to have domination over My lands, the Lands of Ray and Hammer. He seeks to enslaved the people of Ray and Hammer for all time. Since he has passed the limit of My command to him, I must reveal Myself. It begins with you.

You must gather from the Tower of Pusset Vann the Stor Bestille, the Great History, the books of knowledge compiled by Me through collaboration of your people. These books are the sum of all things beneficial.

Finally, you must write a new work, called Plettfri Verden. The book attribute all great things done for you and your brethren throughout the all times, from the first time to the new time. I will show true life in this book.

At My set time, another will carry on.

The Great One waited, letting His words soak into Lydighet's soul.

“Yes, Lord,” whispered Lydighet.

Good, young one, the edge in His voice diminished, lost to the voice of His caring love, These things are great, yet you accept them without question. Do not worry. At perfect times, I will grant to you great power, but do not rely on these alone but on Me. Without reliance on Me, without trust in Me, these powers will become useless, and you will not succeed. This is enough. Sleep and remember My words. Trust, and I will enable.

Do not lose hope. There will be others. Sleep now.

Trust.

With Allmektig's final word echoing through his bewildered mind, Lydighet drifted back into sleep.

Trust. . . . Trust. . . . Trust. . . .

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