![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The water flees from the next boy’s hand, as though his presence pushes it away. The madra returns to the bowl as the girl returns to her parents. She has the soul of an Enforcer, a guardian, and will use her great strength to protect the clan. The First Elder smiles, gives her a wooden badge marked with a shield, and declares the nature of her spirit. įor her, the madra sticks to her hand, surrounding her fingers like a tight glove. A trickle of something runs out of her core, something she’s never felt before, and the liquid changes. The first girl in line dips her hand into the bowl, shocked at the cold. It is madra, raw power of spirit, purified and distilled. He holds a shallow bowl, twice as wide as a dinner plate, that holds nothing more than still water. One by one, the children step before their clan’s First Elder. Parents line the walls nearby, anxious to hear the nature of their children laid bare. They wear clothes too formal for them: layered robes of muted color for the boys, intricate shadesilk wraps for the girls. Boys and girls of six, seven, even eight summers line up before their clan’s elders. ![]() Twice a year, the clans of Sacred Valley test the spirits of their children. Information requested: the Spiritual Origin test of Sacred Valley. To Devin, who reads as many web novels as I do. ![]()
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