ALL NOVEL Chapter 8: Judgment (Part 2)
In the family training room, Tyrus was preparing a circle made of chalk. He was lightly dressed. Wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into a pair of blue dress pants.
Crimson red chalk was used to form a perfect circle on the ground. In his mind, he drew two lines down each of the middle of the circle. With these lines in mind,d he drew a semi-circle in each one. Starting from the circle and connecting back to the circle. In the top right, they drew the smallest of these semi-circles. And drew them bigger and bigger going from right to left.
What he was left with looked like a moon with various sizes of craters. But left a section in the direct middle where someone could sit and not touch any line.
Once he was done Abigail walked into the room. Her normally unbreakable professional look had been tarnished a bit by her disheveled hair and a look of exhaustion on her face. "I'm here, Master. Young master Lance is dressed. Lily insisted on him eating before he left."
Tyrus stood from his knelt position. "Good. That will give us time to prepare." He walked over to a table he had set up. A matte black teapot along with a matching cup and saucer sat on the table. "I have a question for you, Abigail." Taking his gloves out of his pocket he began putting them on. "It's taking longer than I expected for Lance to get his stats where they need to be. Do you have any ideas as to how I can advance his progress quicker?"
Abigail had to think for a moment. "Hmm…well. What have been your main problems so far? The young master seems to do well in his training."
"Lance does fine. But he does not have passion in his training. He only does it because I want him too. I need him motivated on his own. If he can't make progress quickly then I fear he won't be strong enough for what comes next."
"Hmm…well. Perhaps we just need to find proper motivation. The young master has always been goal-orientated. I even think I have an idea." She got in close to whisper the idea into Tyrus' ear.
A small groan escaped the master's lips. "You must be joking." Just then Lance opened the doors to the training room. He was dressed in a red silk shirt and nice dress pants.
"Ah! Young master." Abigail walked over to the door. "I'll leave you two to your training!" She swiftly moved past Lance and out of the room.
Looking back at the maid. Lance was a little confused. But when he looked back and saw the weird circle on the floor he became fully confused. "What is that?"
Tyrus immediately snapped to attention. "That. Is the focus of our training today." Walking over to the circle he waved Lance to walk over with him. Soon the two were both standing over the circle looking down at it.
"So…are we just gonna stare at it?" Lance got a weird feeling as he looked at the symbol. It felt familiar yet he had never seen it before.
"No. You're going to sit in it. This is the ritual I told you about yesterday. You're going to sit in the center there. Make sure you aren't touching any of the lines. If you do, you won't receive anything from the attempt. Once you're in position we can begin."
Lance didn't understand what any of this had to do with anything. But he didn't have anything to stop this from happening. So he took a big step into the circle. Careful not to step on any of the chalk lines. Once he was stood in the middle of the red lines. He sat down.
Tyrus walked over the cup full of tea. And stood over infront of the circle. "Close your eyes. You're going to drink this whole cup of tea in one sitting. Before you say anything. You need to drink it all at once. It's very bitter and your body is going to try and reject it. If you do you will gain a horrible debuff. Are you ready?"
Steadying himself. Lance puffed out his chest a little as he prepared for the awful tasting tea. Closing his eyes he nodded his head. Holding out his hands for the cup. He felt the warmth once it was placed on his hands. Raising it he opened his lips. And paused for a moment before he tilted the cup upwards. Preparing himself for the taste he breathed in through his nose. And pushed his hands up before his mind could second guess him.
Immediately it tasted like he was drinking radishes. But he held his composure. His throat did try to close on instinct. But he was able to keep it open. Once the last of the cup passed his throat. He received a notification. [You have drunk Moon Essence Tea. The effects are unkown.]
Lance didn't pay it any mind. As his vision was filled by a different sight. His vision was filled with the white dotted black sky of space. And one of the main stars in the center forming into the form of a large curvaceous woman. With hair that went down past her feet. "You have returned to me~"
Lance felt like this was a dream. Even though he knew he was just in the training room…wait was he? He felt so floaty that he wasn't sure what was happening. "Do not fear champion. There is no test I will put you through. You have already passed with flying colors." Leaning in close to his face. The large glowing figure blew wind on him. It was a gale strong enough to blow down mountains. But as it passed over him it was a gentle breeze. It was so inviting that he opened his eyes to look upon her beauty.
Once he opened his eyes he found himself slumped over on the floor. Getting up from his position. Lance saw an expression he had never seen on his Father before. There was an expression of worry on Tyrus' face as he was knelt down watching Lance. "Mmh…what happened?" Lance's voice was groggy.
Tyrus looked at his son with astonishment. He had fallen on the holy lines of the goddess' symbol. And didn't seem to have any repercussions. Still he didn't know what the true outcome was. "Lance. Do you have any notifications? Did you get an ability?"
Rubbing his head as he sat up. Lance could see a blinking icon in the bottom right of his screen. He willed it open. And heard some trumpets blow victoriously. Like at one of the jousting events at the yearly fair. [Congratulations. You have gained 2 abilities. Natural Leader and Seed of the Gods. You have unlocked your true dual abilities. You have been blessed.]
"Uh. I got two."
The room was filled with silence as father and son stared at each other. Both unsure as to what exactly happened. Before either of them could talk a slow clap came from the door. A man wearing a black clock with the hood down was clapping. He had red straight hair. Dark crimson in color. His bangs were curtailed to the sides of his head. Leaving his face in full view.
"Apologies to interrupt such a moment. But Lance has been called by Saint Figarland. To face trial for harming another Celestial Dragon."