Walking the Planes
Part 1
Chapter 1
Trostani
"All Rise". the Boros priest called to all of us
Sitting on the pews in the Temple.
The priest Motioned for me to come forward.
as i walked toward the front i turned my head slightly just to see my Father smiling at me. he knew this day would come. where i would willingly Give myself to the Conclave i had been promised to at Birth, but this was what my Father wanted. my Mother was killed trying to take me away from the City of Ravnica, trying to take me away from the Boros. but was shot and killed by a Boros reckoner known as sheal'ramh who was gaurding the main doors of the temple this very day. i hate a secret hatred for him my entire life, but kept it Quiet because of my fathers devotion to the Conclave. "This Mere Mortal soul has been Baptized in the Eternal white Flame. and will be Baptized in to the Boros". the Priest Lifted a Chalice. a Clear Blazing red Chalice, with blazing red Flames. "Drell Horthal". the Priest said to me looking straight into my soul. "Will you except this Coclave as your one and only Birth?". "Yes". i replied half heartedly. he handed me the chalice. "then by Sorcastel's blood shall you be reborn". i looked into the chalice swirling red Blood crept out of the cup. and just as i was about to Drink a voice in my head cried. "no, do not drink of the daemon's soul". startled out of mind. i dropped the cup. thousand of people gasped and the Priest Grabbed my arm. "Fool do you not see what you have Done'' pointing to the spilled Blood. i did realize what i did. or what i think i did. the Spirit in my Mind saved my soul.