Chapter 83: Trial 1- Timer
When he looked back up, Elder Mairead was no longer staring with sharpness—her eyes had softened, a glint of interest flashing behind them. Then she looked away with a faint smile, turning her gaze forward as if nothing had happened.
Axelius frowned deeply and muttered under his breath, "...What the fuck was that?"
The Grand Duke’s hand twitched slightly as he snapped his head toward him. "Language," he said sharply through gritted teeth.
Axelius rolled his eyes but said nothing more, standing straighter as the elders finally stepped forward.
Elder Thayven took a step ahead, raising a hand lightly.
"Children of the Dravenhart, Today marks the beginning of a tradition older than many of the kingdoms we stand beside. A tradition not of blood alone, but of fire, strength, and legacy."
Elder Velric continued next, "This Trial is not for show. It is to remind you who you are, what you carry, and what will be expected of you in the years to come. Not every noble line earns power through name alone. Dravenharts are forged, not gifted."
Elder Cassiel chuckled, his voice more relaxed. "Each one of you—no matter age or skill—will face something today. Some will succeed. Some will fall. But all will learn. So smile, little flames. The forest is waiting."
Then Elder Mairead finally stepped forward. Her presence alone made the leaves seem to pause in their rustling. She spoke in a calm, even tone—her voice like velvet over steel.
"May your hearts stay steady. May your beasts walk beside you. May your instincts guide you true." She paused, eyes scanning the rows again, briefly flicking to Axelius with amusement before she looked away.
"Welcome, children... to the Dravenhart Trial."