Solomon trembled as he listened to the Wizard speak. Pain . . . he was not used to pain or hardship. Doubts began to form in his head.

[i]What if this isn't worth it?[/i]

He thought this and was about to look behind him when an image flashed in his eyes. An image of a girl with green eyes so full of knowledge and power, they felt like they pierced straight through you and looked into your soul. Her image, embedded so deeply into his mind, of her looking so magnificent and [i]proud[/i]. 

He remembered wanting so [i]badly[/i] to understand that greatness. 

Glaring and seething with anger at himself for even daring to hesitate, Solomon clenched his fists and practically slammed his foot into the magic circle.

[color=fff79a]"Throw me anything! Pain, suffering, loneliness, it doesn't matter!"[/color] he declared, for himself and others to hear. [color=fff79a]"Let all of that and more come, you will never shake my resolve!"[/color]

[b][color=fff200]"Hear my words! Solomon Roan Laes [i]will[/i] become a Wizard among Wizards, no matter how long it takes, no matter how hard the course! This I swear on the damnation of my everlasting soul!"[/color][/b]