Wesryn could feel it, the sleeper was ‘waking.’ They were the sleeper’s protector now. They started to pack a bag, getting ready to leave, leave everything they knew behind. Their friends and family, their training, their home. But this was their duty, to fulfill their role and protect the sleeper while they fight. Wesryn would miss their friends, but they would survive. Usually, protector’s felt such loyalty to their sleepers that even after the battle was one, the protectores usually ended up guarding the slumbering body until their end days. Wesryn hoped their sleeper is strong and capable, someone Wesryn can feel connected to and who can be respected. Wesryn was raised to be loyal to someone they don't even know, so they had high expectations for the new sleeper. Wesryn didn’t care for the fame or reverence that came with the job, they just wanted to make sure the evil scourge on their planet goes back into the void. They say goodbye to their parents and friends. They were all raised as warriors, so the goodby was not tearful or emotional, just one warrior acknowledging the departure of the other.
Wesryn felt the pull towards the Void location, which in their opinion was good, that means the new sleeper has street smarts. After all, that is an important quality to survive the Void location. It is a dangerous place, so hopefully Wesryn will have someone who already knows the basics of fighting. It will make it easier to teach them. Wesryn wondered about their sleeper. Would they be tall, Wesryn was 5’6 themselves, so anything more than that would be tall. They were curious about physical features because it would dictate how Wesryn trains them. If they are smaller and lighter, speed would be what Wesryn focuses on most. If they are tall and built, force and fighting skill would be their best bet. Truthfully, Wesryn hoped they were small and light because they thought that would be the easiest way for the Void Keeper to underestimate the sleeper, giving the sleeper the upper hand.
It didn't matter either way though because Wesryn would train them and stand by them no matter what because that's what they were trained to do. Wesryn never considered a half starved female would be her trainee. They also never considered having to convince the sleeper to accept the destiny. They just assumed the sleeper would be honored, much how Wesryn felt, and would eagerly train.
While Wesryn was on her way, she ran into a boy, who was looking angry, but determined. When he saw Wesryn with the pack on their back and the walking staff in her hand, he figured she was the protector. He felt cheated he was not given the duty, but when nothing had happened this morning, he decided he would help the sleeper and still gain the fame he deserved. “Who are you?” Wearyn asked. It was not normal for strangers to be on the Protector location land.
“I am Yronden. You must be the protector. I know it's you because you have that determined ‘I'm on an important mission’ look. I'm coming with you to help the sleeper and gain the fame I deserve.” Wesryn grunted. This chubby boy was in way over his head, but if he wanted to pretend he could help, then Wesryn guessed she could keep him around for comic relief.
“Fine. If you are eaten by the savages along the way, however, I will not cry or spare you a glance, so move fast and efficiently. And when you start whining to go home, know you will make the journey alone. I do not have time for those who will not serve the greater good.” With that both set off to save the world by finding the sleeper.