CELEBRATION
As the stars lit the night sky over the mountain village of Myet, its people were gathered in unison to celebrate a boy's passing into manhood. Tsi now stood before a grand stage built specifically for him by all of his friends living with him in his simple, little mountain village. He looked on to see the village Shaman as well as his best friend, Gill. Gill was holding a pillow in his hands that Tsi's Blue Dragon Belt was being displayed upon in all its glory. Tsi feasted his eyes on the prize that he had trained so hard for, and could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride.
The majestic torches, held high above the heads of those who gathered to witness Tsi receive his prize, were lit in order leading to the front of the stage, and the people cheered as Tsi began stepping toward it. Tsi tried his best to keep a straight face, but there was no one that couldn't tell that he was feeling very proud of himself as he stepped up to the village Shaman. Tsi knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head.
"My dearest people of Myet," the Shaman began, "it was only one short month ago that we all gathered in this very same spot to witness many of our young Terrians compete in a tournament of skill and determination. We all felt a great deal of pride to see these young fighters show their immense skill in the heat of battle, and to know that we were blessed with such fine fighters. Many of our Terrians, some of them being our own flesh and blood, entered these battles and gave everything they had, but only one was able to emerge from the tournament truly victorious. Tonight, that young man kneels before me, and I now have the honor, no, the privilege, to send him out into the world, knowing what great things he will do."
Tsi lifted his head as the village Shaman spoke to him.
"Tsi," the Shaman began, "stand before me, my friend, and receive Myet's highest honor."
Tsi stood up as the village Shaman turned to Gill and took the belt from the pillow he was holding.
The Shaman turned to Tsi and said, "It gives me great pleasure to bestow the Terrian warrior, Tsi, with Myet's highest honor, the crest of the legendary hero, Moore, the prime goal of all Terrian fighters, the Blue Dragon Belt."
All of the people cheered as Tsi and the Shaman bowed to one another, and the Shaman, with a proud smile on his face, handed Tsi his Blue Dragon Belt. Tsi looked down at the shimmering blue belt. He closely examined every curve in the body of the dragon that was engraved into the belt, and he thought, "I've finally done it. After all those years and all of my hard work, I finally have it, the Blue Dragon Belt."
The Shaman lifted his hands and the audience quieted down. The Shaman then said, "Tomorrow, Tsi will leave our village of Myet to begin his pilgrimage, so that he may sharpen his body and his mind. How long he is gone is only determined by how long it will take him to discover his full potential."
The Shaman looked at Tsi and said, "Tsi, before you go, know that you will be missed by all of us here in Myet, and that we all look forward to your return as a warrior in his prime."
Again, everyone in the village cheered for Tsi, clapping and whistling. Then the Shaman raised his hands once more and in a loud voice he said, "Let the feast begin!"
The people cheered once more, and with that, the feast...well...began.
As the stars lit the night sky over the mountain village of Myet, its people were gathered in unison to celebrate a boy's passing into manhood. Tsi now stood before a grand stage built specifically for him by all of his friends living with him in his simple, little mountain village. He looked on to see the village Shaman as well as his best friend, Gill. Gill was holding a pillow in his hands that Tsi's Blue Dragon Belt was being displayed upon in all its glory. Tsi feasted his eyes on the prize that he had trained so hard for, and could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride.
The majestic torches, held high above the heads of those who gathered to witness Tsi receive his prize, were lit in order leading to the front of the stage, and the people cheered as Tsi began stepping toward it. Tsi tried his best to keep a straight face, but there was no one that couldn't tell that he was feeling very proud of himself as he stepped up to the village Shaman. Tsi knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head.
"My dearest people of Myet," the Shaman began, "it was only one short month ago that we all gathered in this very same spot to witness many of our young Terrians compete in a tournament of skill and determination. We all felt a great deal of pride to see these young fighters show their immense skill in the heat of battle, and to know that we were blessed with such fine fighters. Many of our Terrians, some of them being our own flesh and blood, entered these battles and gave everything they had, but only one was able to emerge from the tournament truly victorious. Tonight, that young man kneels before me, and I now have the honor, no, the privilege, to send him out into the world, knowing what great things he will do."
Tsi lifted his head as the village Shaman spoke to him.
"Tsi," the Shaman began, "stand before me, my friend, and receive Myet's highest honor."
Tsi stood up as the village Shaman turned to Gill and took the belt from the pillow he was holding.
The Shaman turned to Tsi and said, "It gives me great pleasure to bestow the Terrian warrior, Tsi, with Myet's highest honor, the crest of the legendary hero, Moore, the prime goal of all Terrian fighters, the Blue Dragon Belt."
All of the people cheered as Tsi and the Shaman bowed to one another, and the Shaman, with a proud smile on his face, handed Tsi his Blue Dragon Belt. Tsi looked down at the shimmering blue belt. He closely examined every curve in the body of the dragon that was engraved into the belt, and he thought, "I've finally done it. After all those years and all of my hard work, I finally have it, the Blue Dragon Belt."
The Shaman lifted his hands and the audience quieted down. The Shaman then said, "Tomorrow, Tsi will leave our village of Myet to begin his pilgrimage, so that he may sharpen his body and his mind. How long he is gone is only determined by how long it will take him to discover his full potential."
The Shaman looked at Tsi and said, "Tsi, before you go, know that you will be missed by all of us here in Myet, and that we all look forward to your return as a warrior in his prime."
Again, everyone in the village cheered for Tsi, clapping and whistling. Then the Shaman raised his hands once more and in a loud voice he said, "Let the feast begin!"
The people cheered once more, and with that, the feast...well...began.