Your stomach aches and you feel ill; not sick, but somewhere between excited and nervous. As your 
vision clears - a curiosity in itself, for until that moment it had not been apparent that it had 
been obscured - your eyes are drawn upwards as you take in your surroundings. The walls are hung 
with great banners that stretch from the high vaulted ceiling to the polished marble floor. Looking 
at them you come to the realisation that you are within the palace of the Prince himself.

The Grand Hall is crowded with people. Light sparkles from jewellery and gold thread; the rustle 
of silk and the scent of expensive perfumes fills the air. All of them are watching you expectantly. 
The only clear space is the aisle down the centre of the Hall in which you stand; the aisle is lined 
by your fellow Defenders, dressed in their best dress uniforms.

A person catches your eye and you see your step-father. Near to him are most of your family standing 
among the crowd; all are smiling. A voice from your right speaks; it's Rain.

"Helyanwe, the Prince just addressed you. You're supposed to kneel."

You turn and glance from Rain to the crowned figure a few feet in front of you as he gestures to a 
step in front of him. You approach and kneel as directed, your head bowed slightly down, listening 
as he speaks.

"Since our grandfather's time you have defended this Kingdom, from foes both great and small. During 
the Nykrul invasion it was your leadership of our Pathfinders that turned the tide, and since then 
we are aware you have not turned away from active duty. In recognition for your local service to our 
Crown and your victories in defence of our Kingdom we dub thee Knight Commander Helyanwe".

You feel the touch of his sword upon your shoulders as he speaks the final words; rising once again, 
filled with an almost sickening nervous excitement, you see you are surrounded by your own world once 
more.