Chapter 16: Awakening ( part 2 )

Chapter 16: Awakening ( part 2 )

Krit and Khem stood before Sun's grandmother, their minds filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. With a gentle smile, she handed each of them a small, intricately carved wooden box.

"Your journey begins now," she said, her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "These boxes contain your sacred tools, imbued with the energy of the ancestors. Use them well, and remember, the power is within you."

Khem's eyes widened as he opened his box, revealing a beautifully crafted shamanic drum. He ran his fingers over the intricate patterns, feeling an instant connection to the instrument.

Krit, on the other hand, looked puzzled as he opened his box, revealing a small, delicate mirror. "A mirror?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.

Sun's grandmother nodded. "Yes, Krit. The mirror represents reflection, insight, and the power of the mind. You will learn to harness its energy."

With that, their training began. Khem started drumming, his rhythms weaving a hypnotic spell, while Krit hesitantly held up the mirror, unsure of what to expect.

As Khem's drumming intensified, the air around them began to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. Krit, still holding the mirror, felt an strange sensation wash over him. Suddenly, the mirror's surface rippled like water, and an image appeared.

It was a vision of a ancient forest, teeming with life and magic. Krit felt an inexplicable pull, as if the mirror was drawing him into the mystical realm. Without thinking, he stepped forward, and his reflection in the mirror began to merge with the forest scene.

Khem's drumming reached a crescendo, and Krit felt himself being transported into the heart of the forest. The mirror's energy enveloped him, and he became one with the vision.

Let's see...

As Krit merged with the vision, he found himself standing amidst a circle of towering trees, their branches tangled with vines and glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of ancient wisdom.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a wise and gentle being, with skin like the bark of an ancient tree and hair like leaves. The being approached Krit with a warm smile and spoke in a voice that resonated deep within his soul.

"Welcome, Krit. I am the guardian of this realm. You have been brought here to discover the secrets of the mirror and the power of your own mind."

Krit felt a surge of wonder and curiosity. "What secrets? What power?"

The guardian's smile deepened. "The mirror shows you the reflections of your own potential. The power to shape reality, to manifest your dreams, and to weave the threads of destiny."

Krit's mind raced with the implications. "How do I tap into this power?"

The guardian's eyes twinkled. "Through the ancient art of manifestation. Come, let me show you the way."

As they were walking through the forest krit heard a sound and he collapsed in the forest and went to the actual world .