XXXI: Hope, is there any? I Part II

“I- I don’t know how I should feel!” Using gestures, I expressed, “I am anxious about meeting the Grand Master. I want so bad to see him and reconnect after so long, but… at the same time, I understand that he’s not the same person I met before. Our last meeting was a blink of an eye for me, but for him, it has been more than half a millennium. Will he be able to recognize me? Will he want to? He already has children, grandchildren, and perhaps many more generations after that…what could I hope to offer him?

“And then there’s that other woman, that Khutulun, which I must impersonate for the dragon to let me into the inner sanctum. I already feel dirty just because I must wear something from his previous wife, and now…what if he doesn’t see me but he sees his wife?” I shook my head, finally letting go of the fears and stress that had burdened me. At that moment I wasn’t the powerful warrior, nor the strongest cultivator, I simply was myself with all my insecurities and fears.