11 Sarah (1/2)
When I woke up, my eyes as my legs collapsed without a warning. I had Syrda's cup in my hands. While the others were on the ground passed out next to each other, elves swiftly came through the door and took us to the infirmary. After several checks, Ms Aleinher came in.
”You passed the haras,” she said.
”And I thought I made a complete fool of myself,” I whispered.
”Sarah, you are the reymir,” Robert said.
”We'll be the joke of all the academy. Ms Aleinher there must be a way to change this,” Nathan yelled.
”No there is not. The law speaks for itself, she was the last one standing and she has the mark of Nyr.”
”What? Where?” I asked.
”It's on your left wrist,” Robert said.
As I looked at my wrist, a figure of a dragon with wings of fire and nine tails entwined on them had appeared.
”Ms Wilson, the reymir mark represents Nyr's dragon, since you do not belong to a royal dynasty, it means he might have given you his own,” Ms Aleinher said.
”Who is this Nyr?”
”He was a Drakoon, the dragon symbolises courage, you don't see them nowadays, not as much as before,” Mitsuko said.
”Yes, and the white means-” Ms Aleinher said.
”Could it mean death?” I asked.
”Yes, it could, however, in this case, the white comes from the unicorn of the Ukreni family, which symbolizes pureness.”
”I might be overthinking then.”
”The flaming wings are from the Ziz the emblem of the Zirken, meaning stubbornness, and the nine tails-” Ms Aleinher said.
”It's from my noble family and it means wisdom,” Mitsuko added.
”So?” I asked.
”It means your group has the right elements, courageous but pure, stubborn but wise. The reymir Ms Wilson must always nurture and sacrifice for what the group stands for,” Ms Aleinher persisted.
”This is a nightmare!” Nathan shouted.
”Nathan, stop,” Rob said.
”Why? Are you two both mental? She was brought up in a nyrae society. Rob, a rae yirai like yourself cannot become a reymir, why should a metin rae be mine?”
”I feel you should just take it as the world is changing and now everyone has equal opportunities,” I said.
”I'm going to kill you,” he said.
”No, you won't,” I insisted.
”And what makes you think, I won't have the pleasure of burning your pretty face.”
”How kind of you, but as far as I know you can't kill your reymir. Isn't it one of the rules?”