Arameus had meet Lord Merrik months before in the southernmost region of the Kingdom and thought him mad only moments into Lord Merrik's incredible tale of raising Dragons and recruiting Tamer's. Serving as the King's Justicar at the time, Arameus had grown accustomed to hearing wild and odd tales from village drunks and from those not in their right mind and of low birth, but to hear such a tale from a Lord, a person of prominence and high birth caused him to be quite skeptical about the validity of the tale being told him, but he had given Lord Merrik the benefit of a doubt given his title, needless to say, when presented with the appearance of Lord Merrik's black Dragon, Arameus became a believer. Now, months later here he stood in the center of the Coliseum with the other potential Dragon Tamer's, to be truthful, he'd of thought Lord Merrik would of sought out other Knights, noble warriors whom lived and fought by a code of honor, defenders of the faith and of the weak, true warriors worthy of riding such a magnificent beast as a Dragon.

[b]"The dragon are being released. Be brave, be strong. Be wise. For today, you become dragon tamers." [/b]

Lord Merrik's voiced boomed like thunder and was still echoing across the Coliseum when suddenly massive wooden doors burst open and a spectrum of beasts soared into the skies. Flames of every color poured into the cool, midday air. Arameus stood in awe at the sight, despite having seen the black Dragon months before, in the back of his mind Dragons still seemed a thing of legend and fairytales, yet here he was watching several of the mythical creatures soar and dip in the air above him.

Fear is a natural human instinct, seeing Dragons flying overhead would be cause enough for fear, the thought of being burnt alive would also be cause enough for fear, fire raining down from Dragons flying overhead did cause fear, only a fool would admit otherwise, but with years of training and battle hardened nerves, Arameus steeled his resolve and stood his ground, it would of been pointless to run in any case, being out in the center of the vast Coliseum floor with no protection and too far to run to cover would of only delayed the inevitable, and afterall, Lord Merrik did say this was part of a test, hadn't he?. Arameus flintched out of reaction as a fireball hit the floor closer then cared for and he covered and shut his eyes tight as the black smoke mixed with sand from the impact covered him. once the shower of sand passed, he lowered his arm and opened his eyes, from the dispersing smoke the white Dragon appeared.

The creature strode towards him, with what seemed a confident, regal bearing, massive head held high and crystal blue orbs that seemed to measure his worth with a touch of distain, the Dragon was not only completely white but seemed to radiate an aura like shimmering diamonds even within the dimly lit Coliseum. As the white Dragon drew closer, Arameus instinctive reaction was to reach for the hilt of his sword, a move which caused the the creature to look at him as if to say, "Seriously". Arameus dropped his hand from the swords hilt and shrugged then looked up into those crystal blue orbs sheepishly.

The moment they locked gazes, a dull throbbing started at the base of his skull and grew with white hot intensity throughout his brain, unexpected shock and pain exploded inside his head and he dropped to his knees clutching his head in his hands. As the pain continued visions of his past appeared to him, memories long ago sealed away and forgotten, his time at the orphanage, years of service as a squire, then as a Knight, the Bar Wenches he had bedded, the battles fought and the men he had killed, every memory he ever had seemed to come forth and be laid bare much to his utter surprise and anguish.

[ [i] Raise to your feet Knight[/i] ]

The voice was soft, feminine, reassuring, replacing the searing pain that invaded his thoughts, puzzled and confused he looked around at the others thinking one of them speaking to him, until he felt the warmth exhale of the white Dragons nostrils on top of his head,

[ [i]Raise to your feet Knight, there is much for us to discuss[/i] ]

Arameus rose to his feet tentatively, his vision locking with that of the white Dragon once again, he blinked his eyes several times rapidly, "yo-your speaking... to me?, how is this possible?", he questioned verbally which seemed to draw a smug expression from the Dragon,

[ [i]Not so much as speaking as a simple human such as you would understand speaking to be, but an exchange of thoughts, surely one such as yourself knows enough to know Dragons cannot speak[/i] ]

"Sorry", Arameus replied, "I must of been home sick the day Dragon anatomy was taught in school", 

[ [i]Well then, it shall be a pleasure to begin your education[/i] ] 

The Dragonish grin that followed was not at all very reassuring.