Your Name is Moebius

After telling his friend Eon about his experience in the caverns, Torus is presented with a parchment that seems to have a magical effect on it.  Intrigued, Torus stays to find out more.

Torus watched with a furrowed brow as more symbols formed on the parchment in his hands. Words transforming and mutating from what looked like archaic nonsense to his untrained eyes. “Eon, what do these words say?  And how are they appearing like that?”

“Torus, the mysteries of this page will become more apparent to you in good time.” Eon said.  His eyes slid to the hammer at Torus’ waist. “Let’s have a look at that hammer, shall we?”

“Gavel,” Torus corrected.

Eon raised a curious brow in his direction.

Torus shifted under his mentor’s gaze. “For some reason… something is compelling me to call it a gavel. I don’t know why.”

Eon simply stared at the young dwarf, causing an uneasiness to settle upon him.

“Hammer, is fine too, I suppose.”

Eon nodded without a word, reaching out an open hand.

Torus had almost forgotten about the gavel after the rush of telling his story and then being given the parchment. “Oh, of course, here it is.” Torus pulled the gavel from his leather belt and handed it to Eon.

Eon carefully grasped the wooden hammer and examined it, twisting it this way and that.  In the next instant, he shifted to hold it in both palms before him, stilled and closed his eyes. Torus waited, watching…

After what seemed like an eternity to Torus, Eon’s eyes snapped open, looking almost a bit wild, perhaps even afraid?  But that couldn’t be, Eon was never afraid.

“Torus, there is nothing I can tell you about this… gavel,” Eon whispered. He cleared his throat and finished, “You will have to find out for yourself.”

“But what do you mean? I don’t know anything about it.  I thought for sure you would.”  

“This gavel was given to you and its value lies in what you learn of it, not of what you can be told. Keep it with you, use it as you need to and never give it to anyone else again.”  Eon handed the tool back to Torus.

“Alright Eon, I don’t know what it does or what it means, but I will heed what you say.”  Torus tucked the gavel back in his belt.

“Torus, I need to attend to something in the next days, but when I return, we will begin your lessons,” Eon stated abruptly.

“Lessons?  What lessons?”

“You want to learn about your gifts don’t you?  That’s why you really came here, isn’t it?”

“Well, no, I mean, I don’t think so.  I came because of what happened in the…” Torus started, but then paused.  Maybe he did come here for more than what had happened in the cavern. Really, he could have gone to his mother and father to tell them of his experience, or his friends for that matter.  But deep down, he had known that he needed to see Eon, because Eon would be able to help him.

“Alright then, lessons,” Torus said with a nod.  “I’m honored that you will take the time to train me.  Can I ask you something else, though? I need to know what that being was in the cavern.  Do you have any idea?”

“Ah, yes, the being.  Torus, do you know anything about the Veil? Have you heard that spoken of?”

“The Veil?  No, I don’t think I have.”

“The Veil contains behind it that which we cannot see, but what is also essential to our very existence. That being was more than you can possibly comprehend, but what I can tell you is that it came to you for a reason. Perhaps you have an important role to play, my friend.  Only time will tell exactly what your role will be and you will be the one to decide. But all of that is much further down the road. Before that, we have much work to do.”

Torus sighed. “Why is everything such a mystery?”

Eon once again gave him no response, only placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

“But again, I’ll trust you.  I hope in the coming days this all becomes much more clear.”

Torus then stood and prepared himself to leave.  “I’m headed home, but I’ll return as soon as I hear you are back.”

Eon nodded his head.  “Torus, have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“No, why?”

Eon chuckled, “Good night.”

Torus laughed. “Well, good night, then.”  He turned and headed to the door and opened it.

“Oh, Torus, one last thing before you go, “ Eon called to him.

Torus turned back from the door. “What is it?”

“Who do you say you are?” Eon asked him.

“Who I am?  I am Torus Spinn, son of Yorgon Spinn, I guess?”

“You guess?” Eon questioned, lifting one brow.

“Ah, well, yes, I am Torus Spinn. Why do you ask? Because of course you know my name.”

“Names are curious things, young Torus.  Sometimes they mean little and sometimes, well, sometimes, they are much more. Each of us has a true name beyond the Veil. Your name is Moebius. When the time is right, you will know.”

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