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that already. Josiah, I care about you.  Do you have any idea what I have seen in the last 400 years?  I’ve had every kind of relationship.  I have met the most powerful men in history.”
    I looked at her, wondering where she was going with this.
    “No one, Josiah, ever made me feel the way you did!”
    “Did?” I asked.
    “Yes, did.  You are a fantastic person, and I am touched to have been the one to lead you to become who you are for the Mani people.  But your purpose is for greater than a school girl crush.  You’re The Chosen, and all I want to do is help you achieve your destiny.   Help us achieve the destiny for the Mani people.”
    I believed Yari.  She had a peace about her I had not yet seen. I always knew I could trust her.  In some ways, I trusted her more than Lena.  “I had a vision.” I said.
    “Just one?” she asked.
    “Yes, and it happened today.”
    “What was it?” Yari asked.
    I paused and grinned at the absurdity that I was about to tell her.  “A little blue man in front of a giant castle said I was to train ‘the wolf’ and then come back to see him.”
    “Are you sure it was a vision, or could it have been a bad sugar high?”
    I laughed.  “It was definitely a vision.  It was my first and only dream I have had since becoming a Mani.”
    “A little blue man, huh?”  Yari took a few moments to think. Then she lifted her eyes and looked into the sky.              I followed her gaze and saw a sea of black ravens circling us in the sky.
    “We have company, Josiah!” Yari yelled.
    “Who are they?!” I hollered back.
    “I don’t know.”
    Yari and I were caught in the middle of something that was not going to be any good.  I could feel it.   The ravens surrounded us in a perfect circle.  Yari and I had our backs to each other.  The ravens were loud and I had no idea what was going to happen.  There was a slightly larger raven that had a white stripe along its wingspan.  I could tell that he was the leader, and my focus was going to stay on him.
    Suddenly, in an instant, all the ravens transitioned into Mani men.  The raven with the white stripe on his wingspan transitioned into a muscular Asian man that looked like what you imagine modern samurai warriors would look like.
    “Josiah? The large, samurai-looking man asked loudly, with a voice that sounded like a trumpet blaring.
    “Yes.”  I said.
    “Walk up to me,” he proclaimed as if he was royalty.
    “Excuse me.”  I said.
    “Come before me, boy!”
    I looked at Yari and for the first time ever she appeared to be terrified, and that wasn’t at all assuring.
    “Do you question my command!?” The samurai looking fellow yelled.
    I stood my ground. “Look Genghis, I don’t make it a habit to bend over for every raven turned Mani who asks me to come before him.”
    “Do you know who I am?” The man had a look of horror on his face.
    He obviously thought my response should have been more like Yari’s.  I looked this guy up and down and had no clue.  He could have been an extra in a John Woo movie.   Other than that, I hadn’t the foggiest idea who he was.
    “He’s Krull,” Yari hollered at me.
    “Krull?” I asked.
    “You know, the fallen Mani.”
    “I wouldn’t say I was fallen. More like reborn,” he stated.  All of the Mani men surrounding us laughed.  I looked around and this was the first time I got a good look at these guys.  There were at least 200 hundred of them.  Boy, were they a sight for sore eyes. Some looked like body builders, while others looked as if they had been on the high seas for months at a time.  They looked shaggier than the Carni men from the other night.
    “Okay, you’re Krull. Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
    “You’re a cocky little shit aren’t you?” Krull would not tolerate my disrespect. It appeared that no one had talked to him in that way for years. He seemed flustered and confused, and I was enjoying