Agnes turned to me with a solemn expression on her face. She informed me that Evan would be speaking with me presently and asked me to brace myself for what he had to say. My heart sank as I realized that this was going to be a difficult conversation. Agnes explained that Evan had to take leave of me now and remain for an unforeseeable time in the Temple of the Black Dragons.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I tried to process the news. Evan was one of my closest friends and the thought of him leaving was almost unbearable. Agnes must have sensed my distress because she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and offered me a sympathetic smile. Pamela was deeply distraught, but managed to put a smile on her face as Evan approached.
Evan stood tall and confident, his figure adorned in the majestic Black Dragon robes. The intricate patterns and rich black fabric seemed to amplify his presence, exuding an air of resilience and strength. As he glanced around, his eyes met Agnes’, and he knew he had to ask her to leave them alone for a while. There was something he needed to share, something deeply personal that he wished to convey to Pamela privately.
With a gentle yet firm voice, Evan addressed Agnes, kindly requesting her departure. He understood the importance of privacy in this moment, knowing that what he was about to reveal required a certain level of intimacy. Agnes, though slightly taken aback, respected his wishes and gracefully excused herself from their presence.
As Agnes left, the room seemed to hold its breath, anticipation hanging in the air. Evan took a deep breath, his eyes scanning Pamela’s face, searching for understanding and support. Pamela, his closest companion, was eager to hear what he had to say, sensing the weight of his words even before they were spoken.
“With a heavy heart and a sense of duty weighing upon my shoulders, I find myself compelled to bid you farewell, Pamela. The time has come for me to embark on a new chapter of my life, one that requires my undivided attention and unwavering commitment. As I stand before you, my voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I must confess that my newfound responsibilities within the hallowed walls of the Temple of the Black Dragons beckon me forth.
“Oh, how I wish I could linger a while longer in your comforting presence, relishing in the warmth of our conversations and the shared laughter that has become the very essence of our friendship. Alas, destiny has cast its die, and I must heed its call. The Temple, with its ancient secrets and enigmatic rituals, has chosen me as its guardian, its servant, and I dare not deny its request.
“In the depths of my being, I feel a profound sense of awe and reverence for the Temple’s sacred halls, where the whispers of forgotten wisdom echo through time. It is within those hallowed chambers that I shall immerse myself in the teachings of the Black Dragons, an order steeped in mysticism and revered for their unparalleled mastery of the arcane arts. The weight of this honor, this privilege, is not lost upon me, for I am but a humble soul, chosen to walk the path of enlightenment.
“As I prepare to embark on this extraordinary journey, I cannot help but reflect upon the countless memories we have woven together, like a tapestry of shared experiences and cherished moments. From the first day we met, our lives intertwined in a dance of camaraderie and mutual understanding. We have laughed, we have cried, and we have weathered the storms of life side by side. Your unwavering support and unwavering belief in me have been the pillars upon which I have built my courage, my determination.
“Yet, as I stand here, on the precipice of a new beginning, I implore you to understand the gravity of my decision. The Temple of the Black Dragons beckons me with its mystical song, promising a path of enlightenment and self-discovery that I cannot ignore. It is a calling that resonates deep within my soul, urging me to embrace the unknown, to delve further into the mysteries that lie beyond the veil of ordinary existence.”
Pamela’s voice trembled with a mix of understanding and sorrow as she spoke, her words carefully chosen to convey the depth of her emotions. “I can understand your position,” she began, her voice soft yet resolute, “but the weight of your absence in my life will be felt with a profound intensity. It is as if a part of myself, a cherished fragment of who I am, is now slipping away, never to be experienced again.”
Her eyes, once filled with warmth and affection, now glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the pain that resided within her heart. The bond they had shared, the connection that had woven their lives together, was now unraveling before her very eyes. It was a bittersweet realization, for she understood the reasons behind their parting, yet the ache of losing someone so dear was undeniable.
Pamela’s mind wandered back to the countless memories they had created together, the laughter and tears and spiritual insight they had shared, and the dreams they had nurtured side by side. Each moment, once vibrant and alive, now seemed to fade into the recesses of her mind, like a distant echo that would soon be forgotten. The thought of never experiencing those precious moments again was a heavy burden to bear.
She had always believed that their connection was unbreakable, an unspoken promise that they would weather any storm together. But now, as the reality of their separation settled upon her, she couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of loss. It was as if a vital piece of her existence was being stripped away, leaving behind an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill.
Pamela’s heart ached with the knowledge that their paths were diverging, leading them towards separate destinies. She knew that life was a journey of constant change, and sometimes, even the most cherished relationships had to evolve or dissolve. But accepting this truth did little to ease the pain that now consumed her.
Evan stood tall and confident, his eyes fixed on his companion. “You must not lose heart,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. “Though we for now turn our separate ways, I’m confident that down that mystic road of the Unborn our paths will one day cross again.”
Pamela looked at him with a mixture of sadness and hope. They had been through so much together, and now it was time to part ways. But Evan’s words gave her comfort, a glimmer of hope that they would meet again.
As they stood there in one of the majestic hallways of the Temple, Evan continued to speak. “Our journey has been long and difficult, but we have learned so much. We have faced our fears and overcome them, we have fought against the darkness and emerged victorious. And now, as we go our separate ways, we carry with us the knowledge and strength we have gained.”
Pamela nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. Evan had been a true friend and mentor, guiding her through the trials and tribulations of their journey. And now, as they said their goodbyes, she knew that she would always carry Evan’s words with her, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
But before they departed, Evan placed an object into Pamela’s hands. It was the mystical dagger, the legendary Phurba, renowned for its power and the tales of its triumph over the infamous Aleister Crowley. Evan believed that Pamela would have need of it one day, and he wanted her to be prepared. The weight of the dagger felt heavy in her palms, as if it carried the weight of countless battles fought and won.
Looking into Pamela’s eyes, Evan spoke softly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination. He urged her to remember the Phurba’s mantra, for it held the key to awakening the inner deity within it. Chanting those sacred words would summon forth a force so pure and divine that it would banish all evil in its wake. He also taught her how to roll the Phurba in her hands as she chanted the deity’s sacred mantra.
Pamela listened intently, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. She understood the significance of Evan’s gift and the responsibility it carried. The Phurba was not just a weapon, but a symbol of their shared journey and the trust Evan had placed in her.
As she held the dagger close to her chest, Pamela vowed to honor Evan’s trust and protect their cause. She would carry the Phurba with her always, ready to unleash its power when the time came. And she would never forget the mantra, for it held the key to unlocking her inner strength and vanquishing any darkness that dared to cross her path.
With a final embrace, Evan and Pamela bid each other farewell, their hearts heavy with the weight of their impending separation. But they knew that their destinies were intertwined, and that their paths would cross again. And when that day came, Pamela would be armed with the Phurba, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, guided by the mantra that would also awaken the divine within her.
End of Book One