Grethka: - SO? He's five already!

Turak: - Yes yes . . . . the stupid ritual and whatever.

Grethka: - It's NOT stupid. The kid need to find his spiritual guide. How else will he control his power?

  Bhryan was on the other side of the room, full of bruises and light cuts.

  Turak, his "new father" couldn't agree with his wife for the past hour about an strange ritual for him.

Turak: - But he CAN control it! Today is the proof of it!

Grethka: - Today is only the proof that he NEEDS to go to the ritual! He didn't control it, he almos CRIPPLED another child.

  Turak was unhappy with that.

Turak: - Ok . . . . next summer i . . . .

Grethka: - Next WEEK is what you meant!

Turak: - WEEK? The ritual ended last full moon, there is no way. You must be out of your mind if you think the elders will allow it!

Grethka: - In moments like this, you know better than me that it IS POSSIBLE!

  Turak turned his head the other way in anger.

Grethka: - Do i have to remember you about your young brother?

  Bhryan could hear the man's blood boiling inside his veins while he let a bear grunt out of his mouth.

Turak: - SYRAK!

Bhryan: - Yes, sir?

Turak: - Can you wal, boy?

Bhryan: - Yes, i can.

Turak: - Then . . . . let's go.

  Bhryan got up and followed the giant man out of the house.

  "God . . . . what the hell is this ritual they keep talking about"

  For the last years, Bhryan learned the language and some of the culture of those people. From what he could understand, he lived on what could be an small berserk city. Violence and brute power were the only rules they knew around that place. His father, Turak, was a farmer that used got tired to work for some kind of cult. He abandoned his life after years because he was the only one that didn't had some kind of "dragon blood" that Bhryan never understood.

Bhryan: - Sir, i have a question.

Turak: -  Then say it, boy.

Bhryan: - What is this ritual?

Turak: - It is . . . . where you battle to find what blood runs trough your veins.

Bhryan: - Does this have something to do with the dragon blood your father had?

  The man stopped for a moment. He looked sad. But he started walking the road again.

Turak: - In a way . . . yes.

  Bhryan saw the weigth on the man's words, and decided to keep in silence.

  After a long walk, going away from his father's farm and walking up a mountain for over one hour, the man breaked the silence.

Turak: - So, what did you felt?

Bhryan: - What?

Turak: - When you punched that kid in the chest, what did you felt?

  The moment came back to his mind. He didn't know who the kid was, but the kid wanted trouble with him. Bhryan tried to avoid it, after all, he was no fighter. But the hid did something he couldn't forget.

Bhryan: - First i felt fear.

  The kid's teeth grew, his eyes changed and his nails turned in to claws.

Bhryan: - That kid . . . . i don't know what was wrong with him. But he CHANGED!

Turak: - A strong battle spirit can change a worriors form.

Bhryan: - WHAT?

Turak: - Soon you'll understand it, boy. But keep talking, what happend next?

Bhryan: - That kid beated me to the ground like an animal.

Turak: - A strong battle spirit can also be hard to control.

  Bhryan didn't understand nothing that Turak said.

Bhryan: - And i felt like . . . like . . .

Turak: - Like? What?

  Bhryan started to had flashes of the bomb falling down once again.

Bhryan: - Like . . . i was about to . . . .

  He could fell the heat once more on his bones.

Bhryan: - About to die.

  Turak laid his huge hand on his shoulder.

Turak: - It's okay, you don't need to be scared. You'll get use to it!

Bhryan: - I'll WHAT?