Birth of a Burning Soul.
Just a little something i have been thinking on.
Dim light flowed in soft beams through the rocky opening to a narrow cave. Little paws padded along with a happy patter.
"Da dum da dum, dummdedy dum da dumb!" Kivany hummed as she ran her fingers along the rocky walls. Her little claws caused small pieces to fall to the floor. Her soft golden eyes wandered over the little tendril roots hanging from the roof of the cavern. The young badger smiled as she continued down the passage. She thought back to what her parents had told her about this cave.
"Kivany, do you remember the stories we always told you about our ancestors?" her father would say. Kivany would nod anxiously. Excited as always for more stories. She would giggle as he would lift her into his lap, her mother bringing them both a warm cup of churrish berry cider.
"There is a place very close and dear. A place where we as guardians must go and feel the ancient strength of those before us. This is a place of magic and awe. The magic that binds worlds and forges warriors." Kivany's father would spin the web of his tale, always ensnaring her in its wonder.
Kivany slowly stopped humming as she padded along, a pulsing throb begin to fill her feet, her hands, and her heart. She began to inch along at a decreased pace.
"A Warriors oath... The guardians badge of honour...."
The young badger could hear whispers coming from the roots above, the rocks beside and beneath her, and... from her own lips. She was not filled with fear, nor curiousity, but longing. The light of the outside world was dimmed to nearly vanishing. Yet a reflecting glow was enough to guide her paws to stay their course.
In only a few more steps, Kivany entered a small cavern. It was just big enough to hold a large feast in. At the far end of the room was a throne with runes carved down the legs and above the head of the figure who sat upon it. The figure itself was even more impressing. It was a full set of armour. The armour seemed to call to Kivany. Its helm was shaped so that it resembled an eagles head. The plates were made to resemble feathers. The suit's color was a dark greyish blue.
"Come to me Kivany." A voice echoed from the armour, commanding and powerful.
The young badger maiden obeyed without a second thought. She kneeled at the base of the throne and bowed her head.
"This armour was once mine. Gathriel, The Eagle Hearted. When you are of age you will take it and it will become yours. You shall become Kivany, The Feather of Hope. Take now the sword and bow from this armour. Take it and learn the ways of a guardian. Take them and become what you are destined to be." Gathriel's voice commanded as the armour held forth its sword in its sheath and the bow. Both had runes carved along them.
As Kivany reached for them, the runes burst into flames, both on the weapons and on the throne. The flames erupted from the runes, arching around Kivany's wrists and up her arms. They flowed like water, around her body, into her eyes and ears, into her mouth and chest. The flame flooded her body with aching energy and whispers. Whispers of her ancestors, of her future, and of the world at present. Her fur stood on end and just when she thought she could take no more, the flames burst from her paws and chest and filled the cavern with aura that slowly faded away.
"Go now... Young Guardian..."