"He's week" someone said

  Bhryan looked around. The people had gone along with the city itself.

Bhryan: - What?

  The landscape around him changed in a blink of an eye. The farms and trees turned into a shallow lake on top of glass of ice. Under the ice, he could see some kind of vulcanic activity.

  "His flame has vanquish" someone whispered 

Bhryan: - Hello?

  From under the ice, corpses of what looked like soldiers emerged.

  "Free the flame . . . . feed the crimson beast" the corpses said in one voice.

Bhryan: - Free? Free who?

  As the corpses started to get close, he woke up.

  The little light that came from his closed window burned his eyes. His head felt like it was about to burst with a sharp, pulsating pain. He keep hearing a weird buzz that came along with every wave of pain.

Bhryan: - Jesus . . . . what the hell?

  He looked around, looking at the same wooden walls, the same little wardrobe and the same books that he waked up around for the last five years.

Bhryan: - Fuck.

  Slowly, he sitted on the side of his bed. His clothes that looked something more lige rags felt like a stone armor around his weak body.

Bhryan: - The ritual . . . . what does that mean? They said something about a spirit, or an animal . . . but, all i saw . . . . corpses.

  He heard someone knocking on the door.

Grethka: - Hello? Are you awake little one?

Bhryan: - Hum . . . . yeah . . . . i mean, YES, i am awake miss.

  He tried to get out of bed to properly open the door for Grethka, but his legs failed to support him, and he fell to the ground.

  Grethka opend the door.

Grethka: - Oh . . . . little one. I'm sorry, i didn't know it would take so much out of you.

  The berserk women took Bhryan under her arm like a pig, and dragged him all the way to the kitchen.

Bhryan: - What happend? Where is Atri?

  The women sitted him in one of the chairs of the table. Turak, on the other side of the table looked worried at him.

Turak: - Your sister will be fine! The elder sisters took her to heal her wound.

  There was a minute of silence. Then, Grethka asked.

Grethka: - So? How do you feel?

Bhryan: - I've never felt worse in my short little life!

  There was another moment of silence in the room.

Bhryan: - So? How did i do?

Turak: - What?

Bhryan: - The ritual. Did i pass?

Grethka: - The ritual is for you to discover yourself, it is not a competition!

Turak: - Your mother is right, but . . . .

Bhryan: - BUT?

Turak: - No one understanded what happend to you.

  Bhryan looked at the woman that others called his mother on the oven, preparing his breakfast.

Bhryan: - WHAT?

Grethka: - Oh, little one, you don't need to worry about it!

Turak: - Well . . . . what usually happens is . . . . well . . . . you show up a little bit of your spiritual guide.

Bhryan: - And how much did i showed?

  The man and the woman looked at each other, then back at him.

Grethka: The elders said that . . . . SOMETIMES, one does not show his guide so easly. But don't worry, this mean that you're just not ready to take your guide's power. When you get older, you'll be able to!

  Bhryan felt something strange about all that.

Bhryan: - So . . . . i just turned in to nothing?

Turak: - Yeah . . . . that's preatty much it!

  Grethka served him with a plate of stew. Witch was weird of her handing him food.

  He ate it in silence, then he whent sraight outside. 

  Turak and Grethka didn't said a word.

Bhryan: - God. Fucking. Damn it.