Marching Orders
Months had passed. How many, Tyler did not know. Perhaps even a year. Time was a comical concept to the young immortal at this point. It was the one thing, truly the only thing, that he had in spades. Yet he craved to trade it in for other things. More intimate conditions.
For the first several months, Tyler had been rebooted into a better version of himself. He had endured mental and physical training with some of the best teachers that the West had to offer. And when that time had passed, his father had brought him home to Japan to begin all over again. Through the frustration, the endless effort, the exhaustion, the pain, the blood, and the slow passage of days, Tyler had finally been molded into a perfect weapon. A fire wielding, timeless soldier who was fit to carry out the end game to all that his clan had been taxed and toiled trying to vanquish.
For eighteen days, Tyler had been completely alone in the hills, left alone to his thoughts and given the chance to finally get some much needed rest. But when he rose up from his sleep on the nineteenth day, he found something that brought back a different kind of recollection. He spied, laying on his small wooden table that he used for dining and for burning incense upon, a commission letter of the very same mold and type that he use to be sent when there was a mission that he was to carry out. It was, without any doubt, the official marching order of his clan.
finally.
Tyler could not move to the letter and tear it open fast enough. It was obviously from his father, for he was the only one who could move in and out of a room Tyler was sleeping in and not wake him up; a fact that Ty attributed to the connection of comfort owed to the formative years the young man spent being raised by the very same man. His adrenaline rose as his dark eyes scanned the ink on the page.
Son,
The time you’ve been longing for has come. There’s business that you are to finish. Be at Davey’s Locker tomorrow evening for a meeting. More will be explained to you there than I have time for now.
And please, try to be careful.
Tyler did not need anyone to tell him where the bar was located. He dropped the letter, and by the time it hit the ground, he was already on his way back to his village to pack his belongings and necessities. He wasn’t sure that he could make it in time, but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to give it a hell of a shot.