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Chapter 2- A Life Changing Decision

The next morning, Lyn and Mushu have a good breakfast at the inn. After breakfast, Mushu went to check on his caravan and told Lyn to go check out the city of Muhir. Thus Lyn was left to her own devices. She wandered through the city of Muhir. Because of the recent bandit attack, many of the travelers left late last night thus the streets were remarkably empty for a center of trade like Muhir.

With shops still closed, there was not much for Lyn to do. She eventually settled on heading back and seeing if the old Mushu needed any help with his caravan. When she got there, Mushu was just finishing up and motioned for her to get in. With the supplies checked and the two in the caravan, Mushu spurred his horses towards the city gate and back to Lyn's ger.

In Lyn's mind, she felt several emotions. She was enjoying the older man's company. In a short span of time, he had become something like a second father figure to her. That and the prospect of living alone on the plains made her feel depressed and anxious. She still remembered the offer Mushu made to her last night and later on this morning. She was sorely tempted to join him, but she swore to Father Sky and Mother Earth that she would get vengeance on the Talivers. Faced with the moral and emotional dilemma, she was silent through much of the trip back.

Mushu again remained silent though noticing Lyn deep in thought. He understood the predicament the girl was going through. On one hand, she could expand her horizons and go on journeys, explore the unknown, or do other things girls her age should be doing and thinking of. On the other, if she should leave, she might very well forget about her revenge, her very heritage. He had no place in this, as he was never a Sacaen. He respected the Sacaens too much to intrude on their way of life. That was why he did not push Lyn into joining him, only made her an offer.

When they arrived, Mushu asked Lyn one more time to choose whether she wants to remain or if she would rather go. He saw the conflict in her eyes and felt bad for putting a child on the spot like that, but he really must be going. He spent way to much time in this area of Sacae as it was. He still had the Djute tribe to visit. First he had to make a detour at Bulgar for fresh supplies. The Djute tribe was not famous for their hospitality. They were even known to strike at outsiders who come near their grounds. If he didn't visit them, no skin off his back. Supplies though, he desperately needed. Since the merchants left Muhir, he would have to pay store price for goods he could buy for half at a market.

Mushu gestured for Lyn to rest in her ger for a while and said to her, "I will stay for one more day. If you want to come with me, then tell me your answer tomorrow. If you wish to remain, that is fine s well. I'll go hunt for now, so get some rest. Oh and don't rush. This may be a life changing choice for you. It isn't something you can casually answer."

Lyn gave him a nod, grateful for his understanding.

Mushu hitched his caravan near Lyn's tent and set off into the forested areas of Sacae with a steel bow in hand. Though he was no archer, he could at least hunt with a bow. As the day passed by, night had begun to fall. Mushu managed t catch a boar and two rabbits. While he himself abhorred eating rabbits, he thought Lyn might enjoy rabbit stew. In any case, he began walking back to Lyn's ger and his caravan.

When he reached the camp, he saw Lyn crouched on the ground tending a fire. She heard his steps and looked up. Mushu saw dried tear marks on her face, no doubt she was questioning herself and some tears fell. But the fact that she was out here, tending a fire meant that she had reached a decision. Mushu hoped, for her sake, that she would come with him. Otherwise, she might die prematurely without getting the chance to end her quest for revenge. At the very least, Mushu was tired of watching good people especially children who never got the chance to live as long as he did die unfulfilled.

"Welcome back," Lyn said with a smile. Lyn was a good kid just like Catherine.

"Um Mushu?" Lyn asked. He failed once he does not want to see someone like her die again.

"Hey!" Lyn shouted bopping Mushu upside the head snapping him out of his reverie.

"Hey girlie. You are not supposed to hit your elders. I know Hassar and Madeline taught you better than that," Mushu snapped rubbing the place Lyn hit.

"Hmm," Lyn hummed ignoring Mushu.

"Listen to your elders, girlie," Mushu barked.

"Hey Mushu?" Lyn said quietly.

"Huh?" Mushu said slightly taken back by her change of the subject.

"I decided. I want to travel with you," Lyn said.

Mushu gave a wide grin and said, "Great."

"But will you hear my request?" Lyn asked carefully.

"You already are but if it is within my power then I will see what I can do," Mushu replied seriously.

"Can you teach me how to fight?" Lyn asked.

"You already know how. I'm sure the bandits you killed will back me up on this," Mushu gave a chuckle at that.

"No. I'm not good enough. I wasn't able to do anything," Lyn cried.

"Now wait a-" Mushu began but Lyn wasn't finished.

"There were ten of them and I was unable to do more to help. I barely survived even with six others at my side. If you haven't shown up I would've died," Lyn said angrily.

Mushu had nothing to dispute there so Lyn continued, "I want to kill the Taliver and avenge my tribe but I realze I am weak. I can't do anything. I'm no better than how I was as a child," Lyn bawled.

Mushu let her cry for a good spell. He skinned the rabbits he was carrying and dragged out the innards. He pulled out the bones and dropped those into a pot that Lyn had filled with water. The bones would give the soup nutrients. He then went t his caravan and pulled out a cooking set. He laid the board on the ground and chopped the meat before dumping those into the soup as well. Then he went back to his wagon and got some vegetables. These too he chopped and tossed into the soup. Afterwards he used a ladle and took out the bones.

Mushu then proceeded to skin the boar. At this point, Lyn had stopped crying and was watching Mushu cook their supper. When he spitted the boar and set it over a second fire he just built, he spoke up, "I will help you get stronger. What you do with that strength is up to you. I only ask for you to look beyond the Taliver and think about what will you do later on."

The camp was silent once more. Mushu judged the soup was done and ladled some into a bowl he had. He held it out to Lyn who accepted it. As the boar was roasting on the spit, Lyn ate her soup in contemplative silence. Mushu judge these coming seasons would be very important for the girl. If he should fail to give her an alternative lifestyle, she may end up regretting everything.

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