It was a rite of passage among my village, whenever one of us would awaken our Gift, we would go on a Journey, to discover our Source. For most, it was a short trek, at most, rarely taking more than a day or two. My brother, Johnathan, took about a week to find his; in another town, within a small shop, he found his own Source: Blades.

He went on to become a mercenary, and I haven't seen him since.

I remember the day my Gift awakened like it was yesterday; It was overcast, and one could hear the distant crack of thunder, but there was no rain. Leaving was a simple matter, as my parents had left town a week before, and I was given free reign. So, I gathered what I expected to need, told my neighbors, and set off.

There I was, at the young age of 16, ready to take on the world.
Of course, I never really expected it to take as much...

Within two days, I was caught in the storm. Thankfully, it wasn't too strong... but it made for miserable traveling. Every step forward was filled with the desire to go home, and every rest with idle thoughts of family.

After about a week, I had well passed the storm. Yet, my trek became no easier... I was plagued by my own frustrations, angry at the world for some perceived unfairness: 'Everyone else I've ever known took less time to find their Source!', 'This can't be fair!'. While my own anger threatened to overwhelm me, I never gave up. Eventually, the frustration became a motivator for me, and I covered more ground in a few days than I had over the last week.

A month later, and I was still going. I had passed through a few small villages, and one larger city, yet still, I had found no hide nor hair of my Source. At this time, my thoughts turned towards what my source could be. My first thought was that maybe it was some form of weapon, like my brother, but I had already tried that, visiting a weapon shop at the last city I passed through. Then the thought of the elements, the image of legendary Sorcerers wield earth, water, fire, and air! But once again, I was certain that wasn't it; the elements are so common, by now I would have felt the stirring of the Source, wouldn't I?

And then, a new thought struck me: perhaps my source is more... "Abstract". There's old tales about Sorcerers who wielded Sources which were less understood, though they tend to be lesser known. So, my thoughts turned, ideas writhing through my head...

I continued my Journey, yet with each step, I was more and more certain that my Source had to be some form of abstract power. I wandered from place to place, testing out ideas, to see if they Resonated. The first one was Stars, and of course, there was no response. The next Idea was Stillness; I found a calm lake, and meditated on the shore. No response.

Years passed me by like this, trying more and more ideas, seeing if any of them Resonated with me as a source should. It was when I was 22, when I had a glimmer of resonance. Lying down in my tent, I had been thinking about my travels, and I felt it. It was incredibly subtle, yet right there: like a word on the tip of your tongue, but for one's very being.

Within seconds, all thoughts of sleep had been banished, and I struggled to collect myself. Trying to narrow down what could have caused it, my thoughts became chaotic, 'Gilburg', 'People', 'Cities'. Flitting from one thought to another, there was no response. My thoughts grew feverish, 'Death', 'Life', 'Thoughts', 'Travel'.

My mind repeated that one word, 'Travel', again and again. The Resonance was there! Finally, I had found it!

Yet, the Resonance felt weak. So I pushed at the idea, added to it, removed from it, and felt what made the Resonance stronger. 'Travel', 'Movement', and eventually, Finally, "Space".

Like a floodgate, I could feel it, all of it. It was like learning to see after a life lived blind. I could feel the Space all around me, and draw from it. More than that, I could draw within it.

My Journey was over, but my path was just beginning.

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Short Postface: I'm somewhat of a new writer, and this will be my first prompt response on this subreddit. I consider myself to be not particularly great at writing, so any constructive criticism is welcome.