The Tond saga continues. I'm having some formatting issues with this one, so enjoy the story but ignore the strange spacing. Tond, Book One: The Sons of Tlaen Ras-Erkéltis Chapter 3 Initiation Ahíinráalis nel vórn arn tán ni xéndadhas. “The words of the Ahíinor are carved in stone.” From the Annals of the Ahíinor Council Town in South Rohándal, tenth month, Fyorian year 607 Sleep eluded Rolan that night as he lay on his mattress anxious and fearful about the next day. What would the ahíinor do to him tomorrow? He had heard hints that there was a ceremony of special grandeur, but he had also heard tales of fear and pain. The ahíinor did not take their position lightly; and to join their ranks, one needed to take some kind of test. Undoubtably they would not hurt him physically, but there were other ways, such as the mechana s themselves, to induce pain. Holding extremely bright glowballs up to one’s eyes, for example, or using the Fiery Eye to show scenes of...