The octagon ring the Chancellor retrieved from his frilled pocket looked very familiar, something I'd seen before.
I just couldn't place where.
His eyes analyzed my emotional state, "Jerm, do you know what this is?"
The ring was pinched between his eighth and sixth finger, duller than I remembered.
My middle eye performed a mental storage analysis of the ring.
It was from a photograph my Mother had shown me before.
My Father was the key figure in said photograph, it was his ring.
Clearing my throats, "I believe Chancellor that was my Father's ring, his Ring of Conquest if I'm not mistaken."
His head bounced with excitement, "Another test passed easily by the future savior of the Quiblys."
Chancellor Shrew climbed a step stool, grabbed my moist hand and pushed the ring on my seventh finger past my fourth knuckle.
The power consumed me, my mind raced with images I'd never seen before, images from before my time.
The death of my Father was playing before my eyes, his final moments projected in exceptional quality. The scene was quickly cut off right before we lost him.
With my emotional state pegging the meter, it was hard to deep dive the meaning and take in the actions that were dancing on my optical nerves.
Once the scene was over, the Chancellor sent me on my way to a new resting chamber, "We will speak in the morning before you are aligned and updated for the mission."
I spoke nothing of significance as I crouched to exit the Chancellor's chambers.
The ring hugged tightly to my finger and I hugged it back.
Tomorrow was the day my life gained purpose.