the year is 783 CE, a boy is seen undressing only leaving a cloth to cover his manhood, the boy with silver hair and toned muscle build holding a sword in his hand ready to face his coming of age ceremonies, a tradition which are held every time a boy turned 15 after the ceremonies the boy will be acknowledge as an adult and will be eligible to have a title of his own choice or be given by their chief or their father as the man of the house
"Silver wolfsbane son of Haymon come forward oh son of the white moon" said the shaman who is leading the ceremonies, Silver name called first with hierarchy as he is the Young Prince of the tribe, Silver held his sword to his chest and nod to the shaman as he walks up to the altar to slit his palm and leaving a blood mark into the stone tablet
"I Silver Wolfsbane son of Haymon the Ripper and Mileda the goddess of war pledge upon my ancestor that I am ready to be an adult and receive my calling as a warrior, by then I shall wield my fang in the forms of sword for the sake of the pack, and for the betterment of the pack" after finished saying the traditional oath, Silver then slit his palm and leaving a mark into the tablet, after that he walks towards his mother or Mileda as the Queen of the tribe to receive his title
in a low voice Silver said something to his mother, looking at her with warmth and Silver whispers "Mother, thank you for giving birth to me" silver said smiling and receiving his mother hugs tightly, "I Mileda Queen of Wolfsbane tribe and your mother shall grant you title as your chief willed it Silver of the wolf, bear it with pride and dignity as you carry the title of wolf in your name when you fight for the tribe" Mileda said which make many old warrior gasp in shock and many warriors who is younger look at silver with envy
the title of The Wolf is no mere title, it held the greatest honor and also the heaviest burden a man can hold, back then Silver great great grandfather the one who founded the Wolfsbane tribe a man who held that title, manage to make Wolfsbane from a mere tribe that only has 1 ship and 20 capable warrior to become one of the great 6 tribe that is feared all across the north, even after the Wolfsbane take many setback making their tribe grew smaller as of now, many old tribe still remember Wolfsbane warrior which are as fierce as wolf when they hunt
after receiving his title, Silver walked to his Father as the chief of the tribe and the King of Wolfs to receive his steel weapon for the first time "come boy, you've grew up splendidly, look at you now haha, I still remember the time when you still drop to your face when you tried to walk for the first time, now you are a fine looking man ready to face the world at its finest glory" said Haymon feeling a bit nostalgic after looking into his Son coming of age
"I Haymon the chief and King of wolfs grant you Silver of the Wolfs permission to have your fangs" as Heymon finished saying his word, he brings out a black looking eastern sword unlike the usual Viking style which prefer short sword and a shield, Silver always trained using a sword and a dagger in his left arms, a style which even Haymon himself doubt will be good, but Silver prove that his style of combat is the best suited for him as he manage to get the acknowledgement of the tribe warrior who test his might of combat
Later Haymon asked his Son what kind a weapon he wished to have when he grew up, and Silver at that time only said that a one sided blade and a dagger will be good, at which Heymon then start to order the blade to be made with the best steel his tribe can manage to get and pay extravagant amount of money said to be equal to the worth of 3 ships combined which make even the tribe elder who knows it flinch at the amount
after Silver receive his weapon he then walk to the warrior group as he is now considered equal with them and will later be ranked accordingly, at dusk the ceremonies ended with the Wolfsbane having another 30 warrior ready to be used and fight for the tribe, as of now, the wolfsbane is known to have around 800 capable warrior with 12 ships which can carry 50 men each, a size which is strong yet not strong enough for them to be considered as a big tribe but still are one of the strongest medium sized tribe, 800 warrior with the amount of territory they held is quite the number
when morning comes, Silver and Ganga are seen to be together walking into the war room, Ganga has made a name for himself after the war against the Bearkut clan a year ago and get his titled acknowledged across the other tribe as Ganga the Beserker "the Vloders tribe is seen to be riding around the border again, you know anything about it Silver?" asked Ganga, he has been used to ask Silver opinions before he do something drastic or try something out, many warriors of the tribe even thinks that Ganga is Silver own personal men which even the King or Haymon himself will find it hard to order to betray Silver
"I got nothing right now, but knowing the fact that we are the greatest threat if Vloders want to unite the southern North part of the land and be eligible to challenge one of the Six Great tribe then I think if Vloders Chief want a war with us now, it will be the greatest decision he ever make, for us Wolfs? its the worst thing that is supposed to happens, we lost many man and many of our warrior are younguns who just finished their coming of age our number is just an hollow threat right now" while talking Silver and Ganga arrived at the war room they entered and instantly greeted by the view of many old warriors including Silver father looking tense at the map
"it seems the situation really is not good brother" said Ganga to Silver with a low voice
after knowing they the two young warrior who are called to the war room arrived Haymon instantly looked at Silver indicating that he want Silver to gave his thought about the current situation
"pardon me for overstepping once again great elder and my King, I have heard a bit about the current situation from Ganga and my privilege of being the prince of the tribe, as all of you have known, the situation is looking grim, from the west we have Vloders sniffing us like a hungry beast ready to devour us whole, and from the north we have the Kaleum Tribe who always ready to take any kind of advantage they can get to have our port for them self " said Silver to make the Elders and his father knew that he also understand the current situation both in politics and in warfare
"it is as you have said my prince, its a grim day right now and we are trying to find a solution, do you? by any chance have any thought of solving the matters?" said the Great Elder
"I by any means are but a mere human Great Elder, even the most brilliant mind will find it difficult, but I have a way, a daring one I must say so, but I think its the only possible solution for us to take as the current situation gave us only that one option" said silver placing both of his arms on the table and looking at everyone with determined eyes
"and that is?" asked Haymon
"our only and last possible solution is to pledge to become the vassal of Harroth tribe" said Silver which make everyone surprised
"PRESUMPTIOUS, HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ITS OUR ONLY OPTION, ITS THE SAME THING LIKE YOU ARE SAYING THAT WE SHALL BECOME A SLAVE FOR THOSE CRAZY MANIAC OF HARROTH" Shout Haymon while slaming the table so hard the it brake the table down
silver having seen his father Anger did not back down and stood calmly while trying to explain why its their only option "I said it not without a reason my King, if we are a Vassal of Harroth then the Kaleum tribe will not be able to attack us because we are a vassal of the same liege, by then we can focus our force to face Vloders tribe, even by eliminating the threat of Kaleum joining in, facing Vloders is already hard knowing they have bigger armada and men ready to fight, lets not even bother to say how much more experienced their warrior is compared to us My King, bravery doesn't stop our enemy blade from cutting our man down I'm afraid" said Silver calmly
"You should know what will happen after that if we are a vassal of Herroth the-" Silver cut the great elder word before he even finished his talks
"our men will be sent to the east sea to plunder for them and only be given a meager amount of percentage, also we are eligible to give some land that we take in the southern part if we manage to conquer one from another tribe that is not under Herroth flag, we also need to be ready to fight for the war against the East Kama Tribe one of the Six great Tribe... yes.. great elder, I know" said silver
"then my genius son, why the fuck did you still dare to utter that plan" said Heymon still holding back himself, knowing his anger, if Silver is not his heir then Haymon might even already cut him down right now
"because by tradition of the old, that a vassal only signed a pact with their liege for one generation, meaning that after Khano of Herroth died, we are not the Vassal of Herroth and are free to either continue to get under their banner and signed another treaty with Herroth heir, or become an independent Tribe once again, lastly... its because a well known information that Khano.. is 78 years old right now after thinking that fact, father... how long do you think he will continue living? its a miracle that he can still be alive after we manage to win against the Vloders" said Silver making everyone realized a small information that is shared all across the land about Khano age
"this.. " Haymon having heard his Son explanation is conflicted, all the fact that Silver said are true and the best possible option they can take, its even scary to think that yesterday, the boy only have finished his coming of age and now he already make a great plan after putting every bit of information that he knew
"I will leave the decision to you My King, I as warrior of the Wolfs will be ready to fight for the wolfs, which ever choice you make, I beg you pardon I shall leave first" after saying that, Silver then turn around and walked out from the war room accompanied by Ganga who follow after Silver shortly after.