Equal Part 5"Master Kale!" The cries echoed throughout the chapel. Kale looked up from his book, wondering who had a voice so shrill it could pierce his aging ears. "Master Kale!" It called again and the running footsteps drew nearer and nearer. Kale stood from his desk and stepped into the hallway. Clarice ran towards him at full speed, her red wavy hair flying behind her and a look of fear in her green eyes.
"Clarice!" Kale hissed. "You are not allowed in the chapel!" Kale dismissed this fact when he saw her dread.
"You have to come quick!" She grabbed his arm. "I think something is wrong with Race!" She cried and he could see tears streaming down her face. It irked him that she had met with Race, let alone known his name, but the situation at hand seemed direr than a broken rule.
"What is it?" He huffed and hobbled after her as fast as he could. Race had often found himself in trouble but nothing so serious as to cause anyone to fear for him. Kale prayed that Alikar was watching over him.
Equal Part 4"Lord and Father. I won't take long. I know I must pray every day so I'm praying now but I don't want to disturb you. You probably don't even have time to pay attention to my little prayer so keep on helping people. Amen" Race made Alikar's gesture then stood from the floor in front of the altar. He stared at the altar in silence, his eyes following the familiar symbols etched into the surface.
He had traced those symbols so often throughout his childhood. He couldn't have realized their importance at such a young age but he had held respect for them all the same. Looking at them now he was able to understand what they meant. They showed the deep connection between all living things and the ties that each had with Alikar. Race sighed and bowed his head.
"Father," he whispered as he placed his hand in the center of the altar, feeling the strange warmth emanating from within.
"Alikar will stop everything to listen to your prayers." Kale's voice echoed through the small sanctuary. Race al
Equal Part 3A light coming from underneath Race's door cause Kale to stop in his tracks. He hesitated at the door before he finally rapped his knuckles against the oak.
"Race?" Kale whispered as he slowly eased the door open. He leaned on his wooden staff as he poked his head into the bedroom. Race sat at the window, moonlight streaming onto his face. He was as still as a statue and was just as perfect. The young teenager looked up from his thoughts and stood in respect for his teacher, as was his habit.
"Come in, Teacher, come in." Race urged. Despite Kale's refusal, Race pulled a chair next to the window seat where he had been lounging. Kale smiled in gratitude as he sat down with a wheeze.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" Kale asked as he settled himself.
"No of course not," Race shook his head as he returned to his spot in the window. There was a time of silence as they both relaxed. The wind outside rustled the trees and moved the clouds silently along their path. One would think that the tree
Equal Part 2Kale shook his head in disbelief as Race appeared before him, mud and dirt staining his white robes.
"Race, what on earth have I told you? Do you not learn?" Kale scolded. Race's enormous grin immediately disappeared as he looked down in shame.
"Dmth gn m clthn dirth." Race mumbled. Kale sighed and shook his head.
"So why are your clothes dirty?" Kale asked, fully understanding the boy's garbled speech. Race looked up with innocent eyes, ready to argue his defense.
"You said I have to look after the souls and that means plants too and there was a flower trying to grow under a rock and it was dying and," Race paused to take a big breath, "so I moved it into a place where it could get more sunshine and grow because Alikar doesn't want it to die yet." The boy burst into tears at his last words. Kale sighed and smiled.
"Don't cry Race. You didn't do anything wrong. You made Alikar very happy," Kale bent down as the boy wiped his tears on his sleeve. Kale winced but dismissed the action. "J
Equal Part 1"Look Race. No, don't look away." Advisor Kale turned the young boy's head back to look at the half rotten deer. It's bony legs and small head still remained identifiable but it's body had become a mushy mess and one could see where it had already become soil. Race looked at the sight as long as he could before he finally turned his head away once again. He stared into Master Kale's gray robes, wondering why he always had to wear white. It was so hard to try to keep a white robe clean.
"It's dead," the boy began to cry as the image in his mind ceased to go away. At six years old he had only heard of death. He had not witnessed his parents' death, his mother having died during childbirth while his father had disappeared. So seeing the dead deer truly unsettled him.
"It's body is dead, yes, but look." Kale kneeled and grabbed a handful of dirt straight out of the deer's body. His rough hands were dry and wrinkled much like his face. "This will grow grass and flowers for the rabbits and o