Rythian awoke to a harsh cough at his door. He opened his eyes blearily, the fog of sleep still dragging at his eyes. In his doorway stood a servant, staring nervously at him.
"It's time, The Queen has called for you." It hissed, gesturing for Rythian to follow it. He stood obediently and walked through the twisting hallways, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. After several turns he began to realize that they weren't headed to the throne rooms, they were headed to the prisons. He frowned, nervous now. The corridor grew dimmer as they walked into the dungeon. Inside the dungeon sat his mother, surrounded by cages. They were all empty but one, covered by a black tarp. He bowed low to his mother, glancing at the cage out the corner of his eye.
"I see you've spotted your ceremony." The Queen hissed. "It was very hard to get, I hope you like it." She curled her tail around Rythian's shoulder, gently pushing him towards the cage. He put a hand on the fabric, glancing back at his mother. She gestured for him to pull it off. He gently pulled it off of the iron cage, and took a step back in surprise. In the cage, chained and gagged, sat a creature very unlike anything Rythian had seen. The creature looked like him.
AN: Yeah, this is a really short chapter. Sorry about that. But I am literally writing this in the middle of bio. Leave a review if you like!