Graduation

After the messy cave hunting trip, Bob and Olaf smiled. The dragon warriors might still be weak but they had the potential to carry on the legacy of their ancestors.

"Gerald, come here."

The Light Dragon warrior got up and obeyed. He walked over to the lazing Frost Dragon who poked a nail gently to the warrior's forehead, startling him. A drop of blood trickled down and Olaf chanted a long prayer. A magic circle appeared and power surged through the blonde swordsman.

An elaborate tattoo appeared on his back and pain ripped through every fibre of his being. Olaf looked satisfied when the tattoo was complete. The magic circle from earlier also disappeared and the Frost Dragon smiled.

"Congratulations on graduating the initiation test. You now have the Blessing of the Last Frost Dragon - Olaf."