Crowns and Daggers

Vex Quint, in all his generations serving the Pitch, had never seen all five of the Masters stood around the cracked marble slab that sat dead center of the Conference Hall. The four members of the Pitch sat in their usual array at the spread of the rectangular altar, and he, naturally, found his foothold at the right hand of his star pupil. Dasa Erilidy would need his strict, calming aura as she was given the mission that would determine the rest of her life.

Vex smirked, cutting his eyes in time to see the poorly concealed awe in Dasa's expression before she bowed her head in respect for the Pitch's judgment. She may have been Chosen, but she still had much to learn- she was, in many ways, still a young girl. This mission, however, would determine if she died a girl, or proved herself to be a woman.