If I can start over: A new world

VII. Secrets. Part 1

Somewhere in the universe, where clocks do not exist and the sun and the moon are one. Where time has no numbers, no light or darkness, where life is measured in opportunities and not in seconds.

"You will go with the Erbe of Garpur." The old man got up from that kind of massive cloud in which he rested. He exuded wisdom and brim, despite the advanced age in his skin.

"But sir, why does it have to be me?" Vuk complained. "Send Oddur, that hardened centaur will be worth more than a Vucari in the hunt for Varick."

"This boy is very discordant with Garpur. He is less unruly and much more impertinent and overbearing. The mind is more skilled than the body. You will feel magnificent ignorant by his side, and he will find you... extravagant." The old man's voice was as thick as a lion's roar, as loud as thunder and exceptionally clear as the mellifluous notes of any Debussy creation.

"Why would I feel magnificent, if at the same time I'm an i***t at his side?" Vuk raised both arms to his sides, in a sign of helplessness.

"You have more experience in everything compared to him, but the pleasure that a teacher feels when his student surpasses him has no equal. And he will, he will get over you, old friend."

"How about Gretchen?" The old Vucari suggested. "That Albaz is widely read, what is the experience alongside thousands and thousands of years of heavy reading. The child is going to love the company, can you imagine how many stories an elf has to tell?"

"The boy has wit, the elf will only overwhelm him with time. He doesn't need a headlamp, he needs a minion." The old man intertwined his fingers and rested both elbows on her skirts. "I know what I do Vuk. You are perfect for him, as he is for you. It will instruct you a few things along the way, like honor and loyalty."

"I may not know about honor, but I am the most loyal of all, my lord." He smiled wickedly.

"Well, you'll learn more about what it's like to be," he sighed, and from his jaws, the smoke was icy and swirling like a small hurricane.

"There's nothing I can say or do to change your mind, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, fox him.

"You have one hundred years. Take advantage of them properly Vuk, don't waste them on inept." He smiled and raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Me, really sir?" The self exaggerated until it couldn't. "When have I wasted the years on stupid things?"

"Vuk..." his voice echoed throughout the palace walls, made of a material stronger than titanium, so solid that the bouncing frequency generated a hidden fear in whoever caught it.

"Viveka doesn't count..." He narrowed his eyes. "Not Fabrizzio, that Mediterranean was unbearable, someone had to teach him to live like a true Italian Signore." He brought his fingertips together in a single upward direction and moved his wrist back and forth repeatedly.

"They're both admirable Alt, I can't refute it, but..."

"No, no, no, no." He put a hairy arm on his hip and the other raised it with an erect forefinger, shaking it from right to left violently. "Everything that is before a but is useless. Let's go! Punish me after all the good I've done for them."

"But..." the roar of his voice sounded like thunder inside the place. Vuk swallowed nervously "they are both presumptuous and confident like you. They cultivated from you, but you from them, very little."

"I've learned a lot from them, sir, I can assure you..." he smiled, flustered.

"Well prove it." He rose from his stony cotton throne, wearing a white habit, and a gray mane that shone brighter than the perpetual sun out there. "This human is different. Garpur's wisdom flows into his Geist. He claims to be better Vormund than those connoisseurs you named, I know you will do well and Garpur will not have given his life in vain."

"As you say, Oberster Uralt Pavlov." He bowed, turned, and walked among the colossal pristine columns of the temple. "I just hope this one isn't so fearless."

"Vuk," he called, just before leaving, already with one foot out, dampened with the breeze and buried in the ice. "Detail as little as possible. He's just a boy. If you have knowledge about what must happen for Garpur to return to this line..."

"I know, I'll keep my mouth shut until I see fit," Vuk promised.

"And Vuk... save the claws until it's really necessary."