Before I can even get a grasp upon reality, my left hand is taken, a sharp blade running over the skin as the pain stings. I fist up my hand, blood leaking from my palm as it drops into a silver goblet.
Leo is next, his blood joining my own within the goblet as the Seeker starts another chant from the creation of the oldest wolf.
Suddenly, I can feel it, the chant, how my heart stops beating for four seconds, only to be revived as electricity runs through my veins. As Leo experiences the same things, the goblet shoots up into a massive white flame, dissolving into thin air as the crowd watching sees history being formed.
The Priest walks up to me, the crown of a Queen in his hands, one of beautiful colors. Just like the King's, the crown is a silver band with points going up, sapphire g
