The morning air was thick with fog the day of the registration. The kingdoms' leaders had come to the decision that if they wanted the lands to be kept safe, more of the youth would have to stand to protect. With the older ones away at war with the advancing dangers, the home front was left open. Kale had barely slept with anticipation for the morning's ritual. The land encompassed miles unknown. Each kingdom was different and although the fights between then were not witnessed by the youth, the hatred for the other was bred into their blood. Maybe if the kingdoms hadn't been so busy keeping war away from their neighbors, the Dark Lord Erebos might not have climbed to such heights. Now just the mention of his name caused chills to rush through any being and have them looking over their shoulder. The Lord was not named after the shadows for no reason. The dark arts he had perfected could travel without end and his army of demons and the likes could appear as quickly as the batting of an eye lid. The multitude gathered in the Kingdom of Faol. Kale stood beside young men and women alike as their King spoke. The older man looked so frail yet his voice commanded silence and respect. "My dear people. The sad day has arrived in which our youth must offer themselves or so be chosen with the burden to protect the lands we live on. The Dark Lord grows stronger each day and as our reserves battle on in far away lands we are left with the fear that he just might spur the arts our way. It is sad to see our youth enter in such a perilous contract but I would not ask of you all what I have already given into. My own two sons stand beside your brothers, sons and husbands as we speak." The King continued with his speech and when the time came the multitude seemed to almost vanish when the King asked for volunteers. Standing alone stood Kale and a younger boy of maybe fourteen. "My sons, your names?" the King asked. "I am Cyan Frost your highness," the boy said with waivering voice as he bowed unsteadily. The King nodded and locked eyes with the older male. "Your highness, I am Kale Remington, son of Liam of your courts." Kale bowed his eyes centering on the hardest frown his father wore. He had not even laid eyes on his son in over a decade and it brought Kale a droning rush of pleasure to see how unwelcome he sat in his own father's gaze. The king stood oblivious to the interaction between son and father and asked the males for their abilities. The younger shook and with tremendous exhaustion shifted into a gangly wolf. The crowed applauded at the showmanship and all gasped as Kale turned effortlessly into a large growling black puma. The king smiled widely clapping his own hands twice. "My my, I see such ferocity in our youth! That will surely keep us feeling protected." The crowds cheered for the selected males and watched as they both turned back into their human forms. "My sons, from this day forward, you are guardians..."