I grew up in a family that imposed its expectations on me to be a priest and bring them honor. But I wanted to travel the hills of Andalusia and see the world, so I created my own path as a shepherd. My life was good, but I still felt like I was not completely free; like there was something still missing.
One night I fell asleep in an abandoned church with a sycamore tree growing in it. I had the same peculiar dream that I had a week ago in which a child pets my sheep, then transports me to the pyramids and says that I'll find treasure there. I wasn't sure what to think of it.
In the town of Tarifa, I visited an old gypsy woman (who creeped me out a bit for some reason) and I asked her to interpret my recurring dream. She made me promise to give her one tenth of my treasure in exchange for her interpretation, which was that I should actually go to the Egyptian pyramids and there I would find my reward.
I began reading a book in a plaza and an old man named Melchizedek sits next to me, claiming to be the king of Salem. He begins to talk to me, which at first got on my nerves, and says that the book I'm reading tells the world's biggest lie: people cannot control their fate. He then tells me that if I give him one tenth of my flock, he'll tell me how I can get my treasure. I begin to truly listen as he lectures me about realizing my personal legend and tells me to meet him the next day.
I met Melchizedek the next day with six sheep to give to him, as I sold the rest. He told me the obvious fact that I should go to the pyramids, but also said that I should follow the omens along my journey. He gave me Urim and Thummim to ask questions with. Finally, he told me a story about balancing drops of oil while also seeing the marvels of the world and how the universe conspires in favor of those seeking their legends.I then departed for Tangier.
When I arrived at Tangier, I stupidly gave my money to a stranger and lost it all. I then got a job working for a crystal merchant, who believed that fate rules over free will and was indifferent towards trying to make the shop successful. After working for a year, I assimilated to Muslim culture and implemented new ideas that helped the store do much better and I earned enough money to leave. I decided to continue my journey instead of returning home and I bought a caravan ticket.