She stared at the Chamber door,
Inhibitions falling and melting into the floor.
Her mind spun. Should she open it or give up and leave it be?
Would she follow the same path as the oldest squire in history?
She opened the door with a push,
She knew her new life would not be so cush.
The door closed behind her and the image changed,
She saw her horses, dog and sparrows maimed.
A scream rose and died in her throat.
As she watched, her friends drown in a moat.
She struggled silently, not a sound,
Tugging at the bonds that kept her wrists and ankles bound.
The scene changed yet again,
Testing the will of her heart and brain.
Now she fought her nemesis,
Faceless, cruel, yet with emphasis.
Her mind spun, who could this be?
She pleaded silently, "Please let me see!"
The scene stopped, then faded out,
Her mind filled with a voice near to a shout.
"Well done, Keladry," it said. "You've passed the test.
You will rise to join the best."
She smiled victoriously and left the room, head held proud,
She blushed as spectators erupted into cheers, strong and loud.
She was Keladry, now Lady Knight,
She was the Protector of the Small, fighting for what was right.