Four Years

A ray of morning sunlight split through the windowpanes, lighting up Hugo's attic room. His eyes flew open as a warm aroma tickled his nose.

[Another beautiful morning.]

He got out from underneath the covers and sat in the lotus position on his bed to go through his daily routine of meditating and the Kratos-Body-Yoga poses. Having practiced this same routine every single morning during the previous four years, he easily contorted his body through all the poses without a pause.

As he dove deeper into the exercises, his mind wandered. Four years had elapsed since his foray into the ruins of Eclista. He had even turned ten without fully registering it. Time seemed to flow like a river guiding him to his final destination, preparing him for his purpose.