The Legend of Ajira
Chapter 12: Kark's Secret
Ajira just sat there, in shock. She gazed with huge eyes at Ashkhan Maroulis, and he replied back with a sorrowful stare.
Ajira sighed, and leaned against the wall of the tent, moaning. She couldn't dare believe all that she was hearing! This was all too much information at once! Her dad was dead, Kark was a 100-year-old angel, she was the subject of some ancient prophecy, and she was destined to drive evil from the land! It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. And yet…it was.
"I am sorry," said the Ashkhan in deep tones. "But as the prophecy states—it is time to begin your training." He ushered her out the door.
"What training?" screamed Ajira. She felt herself being dragged toward Kark's tent. No, she fought in her head; I don't ever want to go back there. He lied to me!
"Inside," said the Ashkhan solemnly. Ajira felt a push upon her back, and all at once, she was thrown into the darkness of Kark's tent.
"Hey," came a soft voice from out of the gloom. "So you've figured out my secret, eh?"
"Who are you?" Ajira whispered. "I befriended you! And all this time you were hiding this from me! I don't even want to talk to you anymore, Kark, if that is your real name!"
"Listen, Ajira, I'm sorry. They told me I had to get close to you so you could start on fulfilling the prophecy. I'm really sorry I had to lie to you."
"Who's they?"
"Listen to me! I really want to help you! That stupid memory spell was put on you by one of the more foolish elders. He believed that if you had a clean memory to work with, everything would run much smoother. And you wouldn't ask so many questions. Yet, his plans backfired when you had more problems than ever. Well, that was my cue. I knew to wait for the right moment to come here, and as soon as I saw that you had lost your memory, I knew that this was the perfect chance to introduce myself to you. I chose the form of a Khajiit to make you feel more comfortable. Do you understand? I just want to help you."
"Why?"
"It's my job."