by Sarish » Sat Sep 30, 2017 3:37 pm
Sarish sighed when James stepped out of the room. At least he wouldn't have to hear any more of the idiocy coming from the Grand Master's lips. He remained standing, though stepped closer to the desk. The African Grey eyed him warily now, feathers still fluffed up. The Head Master had now leveled his gaze on him, his impassive mask starting to crack.
"Master. You cannot mean those things you said to him. You have no idea what happened out there, who started what. You cannot seriously expect James to stand there and not defend himself against a trained apprentice. You cannot blame him for becoming angry and lashing out in return. All you have done since he has arrived is treat him coldly. I have never seen you act this way towards a visitor. And yet here we are," Sarish made a broad gesture at the room, at the desk, at the older man in front of him, who was frowning.
"I did. I have to mean every word I say, or else no one will listen. This whole monastery will come crumbling to the ground. Do you really believe that I can accept everyone who strides up to our doorstep, demanding for assistance? Do you think that we have those sort of resources?"
"We always have in the past. You never turned down a traveler looking for help. That's why we're here. That's what we do. What we've always done. And now you're trying to tell me that we can't afford to? Why not? Why did we even offer our help to people in the past?" Sarish asked incredulously. This is ridiculous. What is happening?
"Times are changing, young master, you know that as well as I. Tourism has started to pick up, which means the people who have been here must have talked. How many visitors have we initiated? Who says that they have not been bragging to everyone they know about how they were 'chosen' or about how they have 'superpowers'? How do we know that someone is not striding up the mountainside right now, determined to figure out what these 'powers' are all about? How do we know that he did not come here for that very reason. He does not look as if he wants to ask for our help."
Sarish's mouth fell open. He could not believe his ears. "How... How can you say these things? We only initiated the people we knew without a shadow of a doubt would keep the secret. We've never had an issue..." Wait. Had they? Had they had an issue with a visitor before? Sarish stumbled back a step, a sudden pain lancing through his brain.
"You do not remember," came the Head Master's voice, but not from the Head Master himself. It came from the beak of the older man's Alter, who was now gazing at him steadily with one dark eye. The bird stepped up to the very end of the desk, peering up at the young monk. "You do not remember because we suppressed that memory. We had to. You were falling so deep into despair that we were afraid you would lose yourself. You almost did. But you must remember now." And remember Sarish did. He remembered the man who had staggered up the worn path many years ago, pleading for help. He remembered how that man had chosen him as his master, hope sparkling in those warm eyes. He remembered working with that man for over a year, how he had made great strides. He remembered pleading with the other masters, assuring them that this man deserved to be initiated, to be open to the wonders of the soul. He remembered how quickly the man had learned... How quick he was to turn that power against them, and to... And to...
Tears filled Sarish's eyes. My fault. That was my fault. His hands trembled, his breath hitched. He was nearly overwhelmed with grief, barely able to control his manipulated emotions. The young master hiccuped, stifling a sob as he squeezed his eyes shut. Later.
He could dwell on this later. He had to focus right now. My fault. But... But James... "James... He's... He's not the same. I...
I swear to you, he's not..."
The Head Master's mask broke, his face radiating sympathy, speaking by himself instead of from his Alter. "I know. I know. But we can't afford to take that chance. I can't afford to take that chance. I'm sorry, but he has to leave."
And Sarish was immediately, instantaneously filled with determination. The tears in his eyes dried rapidly, his sorrow abating for the moment. "Then I will leave with him."
The Head Master frowned. "Think carefully, brother. You have only known him for one day. Is he really worth it?"
"Yes," he responded with no hesitation.
"But where will you go?"
"To the shack in the valley by the lake. Where we take the apprentices after they are initiated so they can be taught to control their abilities. You will not need it if you are no longer allowing visitors to stay at the monastery."
"You will not have our support. We cannot recognize James as an apprentice. You will have to renounce your title of 'master' until you return. Even then, you may not earn it back. Are you sure this is the right choice?"
"Yes."
The Head Master looked at him for a long moment. And then lowered his gaze in defeat, a heavy sigh escaping his mouth. "Very well. I will be awaiting your return, Sarish. I hope that you have made the right decision." He bowed slightly, the parrot mimicking the motion. Sarish returned the farewell, before turning and striding out of the study, sliding the door shut, and pausing. I... I hope I did too, he thought in a daze, his mind slowly catching up as he realized all of the implications he had agreed to when he said that he was leaving. My home of eighteen years... But this is not the home I once knew. It has changed. This is alright. Then a thought occurred to him. James might have decided that he will leave and return to Canada. And I just removed myself from the monastery. Sarish groaned, closing his eyes as he held a hand to his forehead. I'm an idiot.
(Oh. My. Gosh this is so long. I am so sorry.)
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