The stone that the young prince walked upon was blazing hot on his feet making him have to take short quick steps as not to burn them. Looking up the young prince could just make out the position of Allight but right next to it was this dark almost shadow like object coming nearly at the same point of Allight, it was then that the young prince realised that the dark shadow like object was the moon and that it had almost converged on the same point of the sun. The young prince was taken by mwonaji mwanamke to the centre of the stadium where he was placed in a row of other boys and girls. There was a never-ending ensemble of ceaseless chatter from both the children at the centre of the stadium and voices coming from further away. The young prince deduced that those were the voices of the adults watching the children from the stadium steps. 

Sometime later and the stadium was filled with more children getting gradually more crowded until finally the stadium was filled to climax, and the ritual was about to begin. Suddenly drums started to play all around the stadium. The drums played at a steady tempo. Dum - Dum - Dum - Dum. They played a repeated pattern. The playing of drums caused the chatter to dye down until it gradually ceased entirely. Then another set of drums played a different Rhythm but at the same tempo as the first. Dum - dede - Dum - Dum - dede - Dum. Then finally a set of high-pitched throat singers sang in unison to the beating drums. The singing and drumming went on for a bit until finally it suddenly stopped. As heavy loud steps from in front of them started to echo all around the stadium till finally a single voice shouted out to all of them.

“Today, is a day of new beginnings. A day when our children under our law become respected men and women of our society. A day when they will be newly born into our society. A day when these newly born gain Sight beyond Sight, the true Sight. Newly borns, Allights gaze shines directly upon you on this day. Bare your eyes and gaze at him, behold his glory and receive your gift from him onto you. Stare Newly borns onto the eyes of Allight.” As instructed all the children turned their heads and stared directly at Allight and the Moon. The young prince bared his eyes at the Allight now in the form of an eclipse. The young prince thought that it was strange to look at Allight like this. To see him as the Sun and Moon in one, with the sun's rays just piercing through the sides of the moon giving the moon a golden outline. The throat singers started to sing again in long low-pitched drones and a choir of chanting mwonaji would speak in an almost alien tongue as they burst out in song, but strangely enough they sounded almost distant as if they were far away from the prince. Suddenly children left and right started screaming, their eyes crying blood, but all totally transfixed on the eclipse. The young prince started to feel it too, a deep burning sensation in his left eye as he started to cry blood. His body felt as if he was about to go limp and he was going to collapse from sheer exhaustion from the extended amount of concentration needed to not close his eyes. The stadium became a strange cacophony of throat singing, chanting in strange alien-like words and screaming children until finally silence. The young prince couldn’t hear anything anymore; it was like a void of silence. The young prince couldn’t feel, hear, smell anything, just silence. It was then that the young prince had realised that he could no longer see the light everywhere was dark and hidden in shadow. The young prince thought to himself whether or not he had closed his eyes, but he was unsure. “I don’t remember closing my eyes.” The young prince thought to himself. Then the young prince realised that he couldn’t hear the chanting, the singing or even the crying. “Where am I?” the young prince questioned. It was then a sudden mighty wind blew against the young prince pushing him to the ground. The ground started to rumble and quake behind him, and then a light appeared as two enormous doors opened revealing the way. The doors had engraved in it a set of swirls and unfamiliar runic writing that was engraved all over the sides of the doors. Quickly the young prince got up to his feet and sprinted to the light, not stopping until he got to the threshold of the doors and stared behind him. The young prince could feel something watching him in the dark void. He stared long and hard until he saw something. It was formless, shapeless, like a dark cloud in a black sky. It was certainly there, it stared at the young prince with empty foreboding eyes. It pointed to the young prince away from the light, before disappearing altogether. “What was that?” The young prince thought to himself, but questioned no longer as he continued his spirit into the light. The doors behind him closed and he was stuck in a room of bright lights. He looked below him and realised that he was on a rainbow bridge made of light leading him to an upwards stairway. So, he walked and eventually climbed all the way to the top where a figure lay waiting for him. The figure was difficult to comprehend, and it seemed to be ethereal in nature. The body of this being was like nothing the young prince had ever seen, its body was made up of a collection of stars and nebulae, some of them a bright blue, some a maroon red, others a piercing white and a fue were a burning Orange. It reached out a hand beckoning the young prince to reach out as well. So, he did, putting his hand out and inching ever closer to this ethereal being until placing his hand onto it. The being then started to fade away its many stars flying out into the golden sky. In his hand was one singular star, warm and comforting. Then the young prince heard a voice. 

“Awaken, thyn Sight.” And as those words were spoken the young prince felt his body change. His left eye bled again, and a metamorphosis had occurred, and then, just as he had entered this place he left it, his mind returned back to his body. When the young prince had finally came through, he realised that he was kneeling on the hard stone ground. His body screaming in agony at him. His throat parched; his lips cracked. The young prince could barely make out the words the mwonji were saying but it sounded like “water?” or “drink some water?” The young prince called out his voice cracked. “Yes water.” A mwonji came up to him hearing his cries.

“Hear drink.” The mwonji put a flask on his lips and the young prince drank, taking large gulps of water, coughing a few times. “Careful now. Slowly.” The young prince listened, drinking slowly. “Tell me young man, what is your name?”

“I am… Prince Altoris, son of Emperor A’brahelm.”