Future Days: To be a Servant.
Her hands ached from using a brush hours into the night. Her feet ached from standing and answering questions to judges. Her eyes ached from studying a thousand pictures and choosing the correct one. Tests after tests. All to show that she, Min Xue, was worth becoming a cultivator.
This entire week she remembered, she felt, her day of introduction. When a Min turns eight years old they are presented to a Ling. That day a Min is blessed and granted the right to serve. It was no different for her. Now, she was so close, so close Min Xue could taste drifting flower petals with every drop of sweat that dripped into her mouth. So close with every blink she saw that lake of white lotuses and the figure sitting serenely upon them. So close that every tremble of her hand was stilled by the mere memory of the pressure that exuded from a Ling.
So close that the gnawing hungry inside her roiled with anticipation of finally, finally being sated.
For a week she had worked, and now the week was coming to an end. Only one more test remained. Before now was all theoricatal work and answers. There was still the practical left. Groups of Min would be assigned to a staged party of ceremony, and without knowing what the event was the group would be expected to facilitate it. That was the last test and, assuming she had done well enough on the other tests, once she passed she would be granted the right to cultivate. For now her group waited in an antechamber. Waiting for the moment to come.
With a creak the door opened and every eye darted to the figure that walked in. Tall with grey hair cropped short and clothed in a flowing deep blue robe that that in no way seemed to hinder him, was a figure Min Xue knew on sight. Min Fang, patriarch of her clan.
"Today is the final test." Min Fang said into the silent room. "This room has drawn the third lot. In three hours you will be tested. Prepare yourself until then." Without another word Min Fang turned and walked out, doors creaking shut behind him.
Letting out an explosive sigh, Min Xue rested her head on the wall behind her. Third wasn't too bad. She would rather be first to get it out of the way, but this gave her time to relax. A perfect time to practice some of the breathing exercises she saw some of the older Min do from time to time. Min Xue took a breath, released it, and allowed her heart to fall into a slow rhythm.
"Third isn't too bad, is it?" A small mousy voice said next to her.
Min Xue turned her head to look at Min Liuxian. They were somewhat friends, but it was more like Min Xue was one of the few that didn't scare the poor girl away. "No, it's not. Some people even think three is lucky."
Brightening up Min Liuxian looked far more relaxed, a weight drifting off her. "That's right. Three is lucky. A good sign. A good sign. Maybe a good enough sign to get the Noontide ceremony."
"Noontide?" Min Xue said. "I doubt that. There's nothing to test with that ceremony."
"True." Min Liuxian said. "It would still be nice though. Simple, clean, easy."
Nodding her agreement Min Xue let her friend sink into a habitual fidgeting and muttering as she resumed her breathing practice. Min Xue hoped that this test would be easy on her friend's nerves, but she doubted it would. Even shadows taxed Min Liuxian nerves, which was a poor trait for someone serving the Ling.
Then the doors opened and as one everyone stood up and filed out to the testing room.
Cold. That was the first thing Min Xue noticed, before even passing through the doors. Stepping into the room she saw silver fog, rising only to her ankles, crawling along the ground. Each of her steps, as well as the steps of those around her, caused the fog to ripple, like each step was a stone dropped into a pond. It was dark as well, only a few dim pieces on the ceiling, closer to stars than lanterns, provided any light at all. At the center a round table of onyx sat with the proctors arranged around it.
Her stomach dropped even as her face remained impassive with her eyes cast downward. This wasn't the noontide ceremony. This was it's opposite, a hidden moon ceremony, and a variation long out of style. If such an event had been held in her lifetime Min Xue would be shocked. Rumors agreed it was the hardest ceremony to be tested on, and for good reason. Hand signals, used to avoid taking, would be near impossible to see in such dim light. Some other ceremonies had leeway when it came to making noise, but this one did not. Any noise, no matter how slight, would shatter the complete silence and stillness of the room. Still it was her test, so Min Xue got to work.
Quick silent steps brought her to a trolley filled with cups of shimmering tea. Flashing a quick hand signal to a proctor acting as the brewer, twice because she had missed the reply in the gloom, confirmed what she suspected. Cold and bitter tea, best served with the sweetest of desserts. Min Xue signaled this to an approaching girl, who gave a faint nod and scurried off. A relay system was established, the only way to communicate between groups. Thankfully her test partners were competent enough to create one without hesitation. It meant less help with each task, but it was just as important that everyone knew what was happening.
By luck it seemed like Min Xue was working close to Min Liuxian, who was setting the dishes. One by one Min Xue would hand a teacup to Min Liuxian who placed it on the table. Seat by seat they worked around the table, silver fog rippling away from them. It seemed like a dance, Min Xue thought. Everything was going well.
Then the first mistake happened.
Min Xue didn't see what caused it, perhaps it was a loose slipper thread, a turn too fast, or any other tiny detail. She did see the mistake though. Min Liuxian tripped. The girl managed to catch herself in time, but it caused her to set down a tea cup too hard on the table. Noise, louder than a temple's gong, shattered the perfect dance and everyone froze. None of the proctors looked at Min Liuxian, they just stood as still as before.
Everyone needed to move now, Min Xue knew. If they didn't, the ceremony would fall behind schedule and fail. Sweat broke across her back as she forced herself to move and hand the next tea cup to Min Liuxian. Shaking like a leaf during a firestorm Min Liuxian took it and placed it down without a sound. That was enough for everyone else to remember to move, and the dance went on.
More mistakes piled on after that: a drop of tea spilt from a cup, a plate placed at the wrong angle, a slight squeak as a chair was bumped into. Nothing as major as that first mistake, but each one racked up the tension for those that noticed them. By the time they had finished and were dismissed Min Xue felt like her brain was soft and full of holes.
It wasn't even the end of the evening for her, Min Liuxian had sobbed into her shirt for hours. No amount of comforting words or reminders that there was always next year could stop the rivers. So when Min Xue finally retired to bed, sleep came as soon as she placed her head on the pillows.
When she awoke the world felt different. Some great weight lifted off Min Xue's shoulders and she knew why. On her dressing table a single snow white envelope lay. Pressed into its dark blue wax was the sign of the Min. She broke the letter open and read.
"Min Xue," the letter said, it's crisp ink forming characters that looked to be formed from entangled roots. "This past week has been filled with rigorous tests. Well done passing them. If you wish to take your next steps on the path of serving the Ling make your way to the East Hall. Present this letter to the guards to be granted entry." It was signed by Min Fang
Even dressing felt different, Min Xue mused, as she moved about the room. This might be the last time she saw this room. She strode out without a single glance backwards, but before leaving the hallway though she slid a short letter under Min Liuxian's door. Some gentle words of encouragement and an offer to share letters. Min Xue knew that it would be a year, or much longer if the dark corners of her mind were to be trusted, before she saw Min Liuxian again. After all, the next part of her life started now.
Walking to the East Hall was a new experience. Min Xue knew where it was of course, but she had never entered it, or even traveled down the hallways leading to it. Yet Min Xue travelled down those hallways with confidence, just as she had in her dreams. Before the great gilded red door separating the East Hall from the rest of the compound she handed her letter to the guards. She would have liked a bit more ceremony before they opened the door, but this must be a normal experience for them. After giving a nod to each, Min Xue walked through.
"Hello, new trainee."
Min Xue stopped and bowed to the older woman now standing beside her. It took a moment of fighting to control her face properly, but she managed it.
"My name is Min Shixiu. I will be your instructor in the cultivation arts."
"I am honored to be given the chance to be instructed." Min Xue said.
"Come, I will show you the classroom." Min Shixiu said, her face gracefully blank.
They walked together for a while, the only sounds were those of shoes striking a polished wood floor.
"Did… did anyone else pass?" Min Xue said.
"Yes, but they are still sleeping. You are an early riser. A very early riser. Why, little Fang almost didn't have time to leave the letter."
"Little Fang?" Min Xue asked, unable to stop herself while she was fighting down a blush. She hadn't checked outside in her excitement. Was it really that early?
"Ah, I suppose I should be more respectful of the rascal now that I have students. Patriarch Fang personally delivers those letters. Makes him feel connected to all the young talent, I guess."
Spluttering at the very idea of someone calling the Patriarch little, or a rascal, Min Xue couldn't help but look around to see if anyone was watching.
"Don't believe me ehh?" Min Shixiu said, her blank expression breaking to reveal a grin, a wicked and sharp thing. "Patricah Feng may be at the peak of yellow, but I still remember breaking off switches for him when he tried to sneak frogs out of the garden."
"Uh… May I ask what you mean when you say peak of yellow, Lady Min Shixiu?" Min Xue said, desperate to change the topic.
Tutting Min Shixiu shook her head. "Trying to get a head start on your peers are you? All I will say is that the yellow realm is a stage of a cultivator's power." After those words Min Shixiu tapped a wooden panel with a gnarled knuckle. A shiver ran through the wall before it pulled away revealing the room hidden behind it. "This will be your classroom. I will show you your sleeping quarters later."
Starlight, pouring through the removed far wall, illuminated low tables and cushions, each placed equally apart and filling the room. Every table had an artful pile of books along with brushes and an inkstone. Polished bronze wood made up the floor and it sparkled, a mirror to the night sky outside. Where the outer wall should have been was instead a short series of stairs leading to a manicured garden. In the distance Min Xue could hear a creak bubbling about and smooth grass stretched from the stairs to the rocky hill that created an outer bound.
From the rocks bloomed flowers in a dizzying variety of color, each one vibrant as if the sun shined overhead. Every flower swayed in different directions from their neighbors, all listening to a beat of their own inaudible music. Beyond the outcroppings, visible only by its outline, was the ancestral guardian of all who served the Ling. Min Xue took a moment from admiring the beauty of the room and garden to give a word of thanks to the great spirit.
"Welcome Min Xue." Min Shixiu said. "To the world of cultivation."
A.N
@yrsillar
Omake for the Omake throne. Just because Yrs is taking a well deserved break doesn't mean I have to! Anyway in this piece I focused on trying to create imagery of where the characters were, the scenery of the world. Any criticisms on that front would help me become a better writer. Thank you for reading. I enjoyed writing this piece.