XoloX Xenta'ar

[XoloX]

Thus the young Fyros crossed the archway into the Hall of Ancestors.
An almost unnoticeable smile was on his face. He was filled with anxiety and pride. Now he would be pasting his evolvement scripture next to the ancestral charts of his guild mates, following the long tradition of his family. A long tradition, indeed. His forefathers had started this tradition back in the year 2276 upon their appointment by Dyros the Great and it was to be followed by each male descendant who set his feet on the lands of Atys.
The Hall was warmly lit by torches, lining up at the walls. Their playful reflections dancing on the marble floor. He remained standing at the entrance still. He wouldn't know if he stood there for a few seconds or for some hours. Time was not important here and in these moments. He would be the first of his family to publish an evolvement scripture again since the Kitin Wars had started, the first in generations.
Finally, he stepped up to the empty place at the wall where his chart was to be put up. Lined by two torches, the empty place seemed destined to take up his writings.
He had been dreaming of this moment to come.
Only few weeks ago, on his journey from the ancient lands, he had little hope to make it this far after all. A long, strenuous and dangerous journey it has been. More than once his life seemed to have faded. He lost all his brothers on their way here and his sister Xentia had gone missing. If it were not for his faith in Jena, he would not have made it here.
Now was the time, he put the his evolvement scripture to its place. Short it was, but he was sure to append his achievements when the time had come. If only his great-grandfathers could be here with him.
Let it be known that XoloX Xenta'ar has put his feet on the newfound lands.
He turned, determination and calmness had returned to his face again, to join his mates waiting for him outside. He would return here.

Little did he know of the things that awaited him...