Mid Dragon's World
It was the same basement as always: dark and dusty with only a few things in it. Small rays of light were shining through the basement windows . In the middle of the basement, there were three chairs on the left and the right and one in between. Theian, Girido, and Eig'nia sat in the chairs on the left and Alex and Z'haer sat next to an empty chair on the right. That empty chair was mine. My dad sat in the chair in the middle.
Today was my birthday. Today I turned eleven years old. Most kids my age would probably be having a party and eating some delicious cake with their friends and parents and getting birthday presents. But this year was different for me
"Today is a most glorious day. For it is on this day that my son, Jakol, comes of age." My dad said.
I stood by the entrance to the basement, looking around at everyone nervously, their eyes all focused on me. I took a deep breath and exhaled. My heart was pounding rapidly. I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. It wasn't just them looking at me that was making me nervous. It was what I knew was coming next that was really getting to me.
Dad sat up and grabbed an urn. He sat it down in front of him and pulled out a silver dagger that he kept in his back pocket. He placed the dagger in the center of the chair and sat back.
"Now Jakol, please come forward." He said.
I took several more deep breaths and slowly walked towards my dad. Everyone's eyes were still glued to me as I made my way over to him. To try and make myself feel better about this, I remembered all the times I watched as my dad's Followers did the same thing I was doing now.
This was kind of like a ceremony my dad would have when he'd get a new Follower: They would walk up to him, he would take their hand, hold it over the urn, put his dagger on their finger, and ask if they swore loyalty to him. Then he'd cut their finger and they'd hold it over the urn as the blood dripped onto the ashes. I remembered when Alex went through the ceremony on his eleventh birthday. He seemed so cool. He wasn't nervous at all like I was. He walked up to our dad, looking confident, gave him his hand and proudly said that he would serve him no matter what. I was only eight then and it felt like that would be a really long time until I was Alex's age and it would be my turn to go through the ceremony. Instead, it felt like it passed by really quickly for me.
I stopped before my dad. I gave him my hand and he leaned over, taking my hand and putting the blade on my finger. I looked at the dagger. It had a black dragon painted on the blade. The dragon's wings were spread out, its tail going all the way down to the end of the blade.
"Jakol, do you promise to serve me, your father, with undying loyalty?" He asked.
"I do." I answered.
"Very well." After that, Dad ran the blade across my finger. He flipped my hand over and held it above the urn. I watched curiously as a drop of my blood splashed onto the ashes, creating a dark red spot in the center.
"And now, with Jakol's induction, we can at long last put our plans into action!"