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If
he were to ever find out he would take it personally. He always said that
Christian had the potential to be one of the finest soldiers ever born in Orsa.
Christian reminded him of himself in his younger years. However, the pressure
of being one of Sebastian’s favourites was taking its toll as all he’d been
doing lately was fulfilling his every demand. He was becoming a puppet.
    With a
thunderous thud Christian crushed his heels into the ocean floor. Followed by a
cloud of dust, he launched himself up towards the surface of the sea. Blue
moonlight lit up the sea at the hour of midnight and Christian was slicing
straight through it, letting the moonlight bathe him.  

 
    On the surface
the waters emitted calm and a silence that was unexpected. The beach lay
untouched. The sands whispered innocently as the cool breeze glided upon it.
Painted in the shades of the moon and ocean everything appeared blue at
midnight. Suddenly, the sands became as still as frost. Instantly the breeze
disappeared and there wasn’t a single ripple in the sea. Silence was permanent.
Time stopped...
    A tall dark
figure emerged out of the waters. The water parted out of its way almost as if
it was apologetic for its presence. This powerful figure continued to rise
further upwards. Elegantly the dark figure started to levitate. As it walked
towards the beach, the water rose every time he lifted his foot, forming a step
for its master. Its pathway ended as soon as the stranger placed his footing
gently upon the fine grains of the sand, which became crushed under his feet.
At this very second the breeze started to flow again. Ripples appeared in the
sea, in awe of their master. The night returned to its journey towards day. Time
continued…

 
 
    A sacred number had been broken.  

 
    Number 9: You may leave Orsa once granted the
permission to redeem your soul.

 
    A Rourke had
entered upon the lands without this intention. Nevertheless it was clear that
the journey Christian was to embark on would be seen as the ultimate betrayal!
Christian knew it was inevitable that in due course he would disobey more of
the numbers.

 
    Number 2: Never pursue any curiosities about a human as all there is to
know is in the lessons of the elders.

 
    Number 3: Each elder teaches
the lesson passed down from Morbidma.

 
    Not moving a muscle,
Christian stood still in the first step he placed upon the sand. He was
astonished by how simple it had been. He was shocked that no one had sensed the
breaking of the numbers. After all, the elders spent most of their time
reminding the soldiers of the consequences of committing forbidden crimes and
how swiftly they would abolish them. Yet here he was, having done just that and
he was still standing. No one had risen from below and slain him.  
    Christian knew
he had to be strategic to achieve his goal. Find the girl and learn everything
he could. Surely that should be enough for him to figure out the right course
of action.
    Children of Orsa
were masters of water and on land Christian was dry, as water would never touch
him unless he allowed it to. His dark grey trousers were woven from the many
treasures of Orsa which the waters left untouched. On the far corner of the
beach, below a cliff, Christian saw an old wooden shack. He decided to make his
way towards it.
    Christian knew
that humans wore footwear, something his kind never did so the first thing he
needed was to find a pair of boots. Confidently, he knocked on the half-rotted
wooden door which barely held its place. Abruptly the door opened, revealing an
elderly man in his sixties wearing a knitted grey sweater, combats and khaki
green wellington boots. His chin barely reached up to Christian’s shoulder yet
his stocky build was not something to be taken lightly.
    “What are you
doing out at this time of night lad?” the old man croaked as he itched his
frosty stubble. As soon as Christian opened his mouth to respond, the old man
turned his back