Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Tamora Pierce (although I wish that I did)!
There was a time when there was no day, only night, and darkness. In the darkness, Chaos ruled. Her brothers and sisters tried to quell her, but to now avail. The only battle that Chaos allowed them to win was the battle of Dark and Light. That battle lasted for nights on end, until finally the sun rose in the eastern sky.
The gods spread their children through the land, and watched them grow and thrive for many generations. Continually, the brothers and sisters continued to fight with Chaos. While Mithros and the Lady used straightforward means to fight, Chaos had no such scruples.
She infiltrated the hearts of the children, tainting them and molding them to her purpose.
Mithros had to find a way to choose his warriors, and make sure that they were not tainted by Chaos. He created a Chamber that all of his warriors had to pass through, a Chamber that tested them and their resolve. He called His creation the Chamber of The Ordeal.
I have seen many Knights (as they have come to be called) pass in and out of my door, some alive and some not. The ones who exit with all of their years ahead of them are fit to be called Knights of Tortall. They have their hearts in the right place, and wish well on others.
Those who leave with their lives cut short have not been approved. They would never have been able to carry out the duties that knighthood requires, be that as it may that their hearts were too clouded with Chaos's taint. I am the judge. Many knights have called me a harsh but fair judge, which is true.
I am the Chamber of the Ordeal.
A/N: tell me what you think...my plan is to write stories about the various knights that the chamber encounters. anybody have any other suggestions? this is my first TP fic...so don't be too mean to me!
(o: *smile* :o)
There was a time when there was no day, only night, and darkness. In the darkness, Chaos ruled. Her brothers and sisters tried to quell her, but to now avail. The only battle that Chaos allowed them to win was the battle of Dark and Light. That battle lasted for nights on end, until finally the sun rose in the eastern sky.
The gods spread their children through the land, and watched them grow and thrive for many generations. Continually, the brothers and sisters continued to fight with Chaos. While Mithros and the Lady used straightforward means to fight, Chaos had no such scruples.
She infiltrated the hearts of the children, tainting them and molding them to her purpose.
Mithros had to find a way to choose his warriors, and make sure that they were not tainted by Chaos. He created a Chamber that all of his warriors had to pass through, a Chamber that tested them and their resolve. He called His creation the Chamber of The Ordeal.
I have seen many Knights (as they have come to be called) pass in and out of my door, some alive and some not. The ones who exit with all of their years ahead of them are fit to be called Knights of Tortall. They have their hearts in the right place, and wish well on others.
Those who leave with their lives cut short have not been approved. They would never have been able to carry out the duties that knighthood requires, be that as it may that their hearts were too clouded with Chaos's taint. I am the judge. Many knights have called me a harsh but fair judge, which is true.
I am the Chamber of the Ordeal.
A/N: tell me what you think...my plan is to write stories about the various knights that the chamber encounters. anybody have any other suggestions? this is my first TP fic...so don't be too mean to me!
(o: *smile* :o)