When Aisha was hosted in that awake body and directly under her control, she had the feeling of driving an SUV...rather...A TANK IN HUMAN FORM.
RSAZ was a half-breed, his mother was a Native American while his father was a white man, one of the first fur hunters.
The region where they lived was probably that of North America, on the border between what are now the USA and CANADA. The successful marriage had ensured adequate resources for growth, and the combination of such distant DNA had produced a unique and explosive mix.
RSAZ was over two meters tall, he was endowed with frightening physical strength, at 12 years old he was already beating his father in wrestling games, he could run for an entire day straight (something common in his hunting trips) and from an early age he mastered any weapon of the time, from the Tomahawk to the rifle, passing through spears or knives, with immediate and unsettling skill.
To complete it all there was a sharp, instinctive intelligence, which had allowed him to easily acquire the main languages spoken in the area, both by the natives and by the whites...And..which made him understand a person’s real intentions even before they opened their mouth.
Life for Rsaz had always been simple, with his gifts he had overcome every difficulty with ease and, if some small youthful episodes are excluded, no one had ever dared challenge him, much less threaten the (few) people close to him.
Compassion was not part of Rsaz’s vocabulary, an enemy was an enemy and that was it...they had to be eliminated, but he had never stained himself with any cruel action, and in some situations he had shown an unsuspected generosity, for example during the initiation rite of his Tribe, having noticed the fall of one of his peers, he had rescued him and carried him on his shoulders for the entire hunting trip, returning him to the astonished community at the end of the rite.
Rsaz had never had to ask anyone for anything, even his wife, a very beautiful maiden, had literally been offered to him by the chief of the tribe, most likely in the hope that some young warrior would partly inherit that incredible energy and those gifts, with the only condition that the family home be inside the Indian village, and not in a comfortable “white” house, like the one built by his father.
The marriage had given Rsaz two daughters, whom he had always tried to take care of, not always managing to do so adequately because of his frequent absences; in fact Rsaz did not feel at ease in any human community, he preferred the silence and peace of the surrounding nature, and with the excuse of hunting he could be away for days, even weeks.
His life flowed peacefully until that fatal day.
During a chase he fell and broke a leg, he was in the mountains, in the immediate vicinity of a precipice, for the first time he paused to consider his life, what he had been and what he was up to that unfortunate accident.
It was immediately clear to him that something had instantly changed, he understood at once that, even if he managed to return to the village, he would no longer be able to enjoy that body, he would no longer be able to be free as he liked to be, running free in that wild paradise.
The precipice was only a few meters away...and Rsaz had never been afraid of dying….