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    agnette grail.

    "Agnette Grail: daughter of Aspen and Elizea Grail, apprentice of Rion Katell. As you kneel here before me, blood spilling from the wounds in your palms onto a ground most sacred, can you vow to spend the remainder of your life driven by the needs of your village above all else?"


    "Yes."


    "And do you further vow to accept the responsibility that entails such knowledge as that with which you will be presented and to use it only for the good of the village?"


    "Yes."


    "Then it is my obligation as Head Medic - as well as my pleasure - to present you with your first scroll. Carry this with you on your journey and let it guide you as you see fit. And, by the grace of those who have come before you, may you and your companions return home safely in six moons' time."


    The previous night's ceremony still ran circles through Agnette's head as, bundled against a brittle morning chill, she trekked purposefully towards Town Square.


    This time of day, just before dawn could mar the dusk and the sun could stretch its pale, greedy tendrils across the sky, had always stricken her a touch haunting. It was as if the entire village was by night cast in ice, only to be thawed by the sparse heat of dawn's first light.


    A silver cloud billowed from her lips as she yawned. Enthusiastic though she may have been, between her ceremony and the hour it had taken her to get home, she hadn't managed to procure but a measly four hours of sleep. The tea she'd guzzled down before her departure had done little, if anything, to help wake her up; at this point, it was largely in the hands of time that she might perk up before the morning's end.


    As she neared the bridge she and the boys had agreed to meet at, there was a glimmer of enthusiasm, a merry little skip of her heart. She couldn't help but pick up her otherwise dragging pace as, through the thin layer of fog that blanketed the surrounding area, she made out their two distinct figures.


    At that moment, a realization exploded inside of her. The time had come. This - something she had imagined a thousand times over - was really, truly happening. Turning back was no longer an option, nor would she ever stoop to considering it.


    Irrepressible smile broadening across her features, she started jogging, waving a hand through the air.


    "Hey guys!" she called out to them. "Sorry I'm late!"



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