I'm not ready for this. I look at the blood dripping from my chest. I... am excited but also freaked out. Everyone's looking at me. Looking at me to become one of them. This ritual has gone on for centuries. My father even has undergone it. He pushes me forward with confidence. He's the greatest. How can I live up to that? My father's runs cold and deep through the temple's walls.

"You ready for this son?" Father asks.

"I'm not." I look down.

"Neither was I." Father says.

I look at him in surprise.

"Really?" I ask in utter surprise.

"Of course." He pushes me over.

Dirok hands me a bowl filled with the ancient's blood. The blood of our ancestors. The blood of our fathers and our children who were slain throughout the years. He smiles at me and throws flowers into it. I lift it up and I pour it over myself. It feels cold and soothing. I feel the energy flowing through the mark. I let out a breath. I lay myself on the table.

"Today we welcome Calidain son of Miruk!" Dirok calls.

The others clap and yell. I let out a breath. Today I become a hunter. Today I become intertwined with the blood of titans. My blood will be altered. My blood will be enraged. Am I ready for this? I have to be.