Ember’s head lifted high as he padded out of his room. As the
twelve-year old prince made his way through the stone castle, Ember went over
what he was supposed to do in the ceremony that was about to take place.
Several days ago, he’d
been informed that the next batch of servants were ready to be brought to the
castle. Once again, he’d have first pick of the new recruits, before the
dragons in charge of the various commands could choose the most promising for
themselves.
Ember had been allowed first choice for the past four years,
but none of the dragons he’d picked had lasted. They’d all ended up dead within
two months for one reason or another. As such, he didn’t have very high hopes
for this batch.