The ground was sticky and wet, and not the usual wet mind you. This was not the endless snows watering the grounds of the frozen mountains, no.. this was thick red blood of my country men... My uncles booming voice snapped me out of my musings

"Son! listen to me and listen to me good you hear?!"

As he spoke i stared at him dumbfounded shocked by all the blood and gore in the great hall. I thought to myself i wonder if the snow will wash away the blood? Again my uncle snapped me out of it

"Come quick boy, we need to hurry before those fucking Grolls notice we are not in the throne room"

I finally gathered myself and stilled my racing heart enough to ask him

"Uncle where are we going? can we even go anywhere?!"

he met my trembling eyes, and said with a grin

"we are going to the soul forge Alerik, it is your awakening day after all"