Finally, the day in which he had been trained for since the age of 7 had come, filled with both elation and anxiousness as he awaited the Sacred Ceremony. His mind replayed the last 11 years, the physical and endurance training which at times had left him exhusted near death, the Bow and Sword training which in the beginning left him feeling more like the practice dummy he was hitting. Sunrise to sunset, day after day He trained, only allowed to stop for the yearly celebration of the great Firecat Naurcath, the Deity of his people, but now, at this moment it all accumulated to seem like just a bad dream, today he would bond with the Princess.
She seemed to him what a goddess would be, her long blonde locks flowed about her angelic face like the waves of the sea, her green eyes shimmered like emeralds in the light of the fires and her skin soft and silky that seemed to radiate with a soft aura of light. As he knelt before her as she drew the Blade of Valoria from its scabbard, she began to speak the words of bonding which were nearly lost on him, her voice soft,harmonious and intimate.He watched mesmerized as she wove her delicate hands above his head with fluid, flawless motions when suddenly he felt the slice of the blade on his shoulder drawing him from his reverie. He watched as she drew the blade across the palm of her righthand then pressed it to the cut on his shoulder. His brain was overwhelmed with images and emotions, he could both see her and her seeing him, there was his feelings and what he sensed were her feelings becomeing entwined and tangled like a cascading waterfall. Inspite of it all, with her utterance of her words to rest, he was overtaken with drowsyness and his eyelids grew heavy, her smile was the last he saw before succumbing to the enveloping darkness.
He slept deeply, he'd never known such relaxation, thats why for whatever confusing reason he opened his eyes to find himself atop Uruite'cath volcano. Even more confusing to him was the fact he could not feel the sting of the heated winds upon his face nor the heat of the ground under the soles of his leather boots. The unfamiliarity of fear began to creep into his warrior heart when the realization that he could not move as the magnificat and powerful Firecats encircled him. There was six in all and he was not sure if it was the great Firecats that surrounded him that filled his heart with fear, or the fact that this was the first time in his life he had ever known the feeling. The first Firecat leaped at him and he tried to move, turn, duck and twist, he opened his mouth to shout but no words came out as the great beast slammed into him then seemingly vanish into his body.
He felt as if his body had erupted in flame, the fear he had never known before grabbed hold of his heart as each Firecat leaped at him in turn, he felt as if he was burning alive as essence of each cat vanished withen him. The euforia of the ceremony was now replaced with full fledged terror as the feeling of burning crepted through every nerve and cell of his body. Why hadnt he been told of this?, was this a trick?, was he being sacrificed?, had he been betrayed.....betrayed by the Princess?, just as the thought crossed his mind that he could stand no more the darkness returned and he awoke drenched in a cold sweat, his heart pounding withen his chest.