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Kaer Morhen
Mid-Day
The sun was out and seeping over the mountainous terrain of Kaer Morhen. It was a grim and unwelcoming sight to Anthoni and perhaps the other children in the room. Each one stood shoulder to shoulder awaiting their master and mentor; Kraten. He would be the one to oversee the Trial of Grasses and ultimately each transformation. Every boy here has prepared for this moment and Anthoni was no exception. The thing is, only now, did the fear start to creep into his gut. Again Anthoni bit his tongue and remembered the words Kraten had told him weeks earlier.Mid-Day
"The trial is hard, yes, but you are strong Anthoni."
However the boy of eight didn't feel strong, he felt scared and empty. His small shoulders slumped low and his arms to his sides. He stared at a small beam of sunshine directly on top of his foot. Trying and moderately succeeding at controlling his breathing. His thoughts wandered to the eleven other boys next to him. His only thought was how many of them, and would he, be here tomorrow. Suddenly he heard the slow footsteps of Kraten behind him and instantly his head shot up. His attention now focused on his mentor who stood before them all.
"You young men who stand before me now, all know what is to happen." Kraten's voice spoke unapologetically "you've trained for it and now I feel is the time to move forward. Fate will now determine if you are to be a Witcher." He then took a step forward and looked slowly at each boy. Finally he stopped at Eskel, the boy next to Anthoni, then gently he guided Eskel into a room where the mutations would occur. Each boy strapped down and fed magical and herbal mixtures that eventual turn you into a Witcher. Sadly only three out of ten boys survive the transformation; the rest die in agony.
Anthoni let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Soon enough they would come to the next kid, soon enough Anthoni would be one of them. For now he stood and looked straight ahead until he heard the door close behind him. Eskel was the first to go through the process and one of the last, ever. Anthoni closed his eyes and started counting in his head; waiting for what was to come.
When he reached the number 72 Eskel's screams echoed through the ancient castle of Kear Morhen.
@Dark child