Breaking into the lead, Presence moved like a perfectly tuned machine. Her intuition, confidence and skill flowed effortlessly. Her competitors appeared to move in slow motion as light beams picked them off one by one. Seamlessly she avoided the moving beams of light at top speed and slid undetected through teal, red and yellow passageways. She could become the first champion of the Ball Return in one thousand years.Presence glimpsed the ancient door.
The final challenge. Decipher the code and open the portal. She knew exactly what to do. A terrifying realization sent shivers down Presence spine and nearly broke her concentration. If she opened that door, the Liberation her people dreamed of would be lost forever. The keepers of the stories - the wisdom of the ancestors - The sacred knowledge was in that tomb.
The leaders only wanted treasure. Were they careless or did they want the ancient wisdom it lost? Presence seamlessly moved in another direction. She couldn’t allow the wisdom of the ancestors to vanish. She committed to finding and training a team of trustworthy allies. Presence fowled out of the game far from that ancient door. When she said she wanted a break from competition, her father could not understand. She was their only hope. “When I’m ready,” she insisted, not wanting to discuss it further.
Presence ran a bed and breakfast in the Wenderfaren Valley where she could provide welcome and ease for travelers arriving in Kalendra. It was perfect for meeting travelers and and intersecting with many communities. She kept her intuition and athletic skills ready, training under the dark of night. Presence believed training her mental game made the biggest difference. She was certain. She would teach that mental game to her team once she found them.