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A Vocation in Life
Unhappy the land that has need of heroes
At the age of just four Joss showed a profound affinity for the Old Ways. The touch of healing, the ancestral songs, the guiding vision. The ways that had given his people meaning and hope for centuries.
As a youngster he wanted to pursue his calling, become an acolyte at the Grove, learn from the bearded masters and bowed matriarchs. Acquire their touch and insight before it enfolded them on their pyres.
His family did all they could to dissuade him.
“They are not called the Old Ways for nothing, Joss.”
“They belong to the past. Our generation have no need of them.”
“No one will fill your palm with silver for spouting that old nonsense!”
Reluctantly, he heeded their words. He was skilled in the art of carving, one aspect of the Way of Craft, so he studied carpentry. The town mill would offer secure employment, and give him time to continue his true vocation by night, in shadow and candlelight.
Five years he studied, completed his apprenticeship and signed his first contract. A reliable living, if not a fulfilling life.
That year the mill was bought by new owners. Robotic lathes replaced the workers. Cheaper. All they cared for was money.
