The barefoot disciple of none stopped in the middle of his gyration. He pointed his spear, at the obscure paintings and murals on a cave wall. His ancestors had drawn and painted these pictures a long time ago. As he pointed, Oye with a stoic look, mumbled.
"I will be strong like the Ox, and as nimble as the bee, like a snake about to strike, no one will see me. I am a messenger to all those who would listen. I'm an Ankh Adar warrior, a warrior on a mission."
... THE TALE OF A MYSTERIOUS STONE, A FATHER'S DEATH, AND A YOUNG BOY'S JOURNEY.