Passing On the Torch
The flight back to Paris was a quiet one, no spirits to be seen or anyone to interfere, just the wind blowing in her face and the eventual city lights down below to keep her company. Falciela was exhausted when she touched down near the building her family used for their training sessions. There, she changed back to Alessia and went straight home, where she was greeted with hugs and worried questions from her sister and father. After explaining what happened, the family decided to continue this in the morning, and everyone finally retired to their beds.
The following day, Mattea went out to go patrol, leaving Alessia and Francesco alone in the base. Alessia was quick to apologize for the previous night, and the pair made up with little fuss and a hug. After talking more and even getting a little training in, night fell and the Morettis reconvened at their base. This time, Francesco carried a case with him.
“Alessia Moretti, after the trials and tribulations you have faced so far, do you wish to continue on this path?” His voice was so formal… Mattea had to hold herself back from laughing as she watched.
Alessia, however, was unfazed by the change in speech. This was just a formality, after all. “I do. I, Alessia Moretti, pledge to follow the code set by The First, to represent my bloodline with pride and stand tall in the face of adversity.”
“Do you pledge to not use the powers of the Falcons for ill purposes, such as to bring harm to the innocent?”
“I do.”
“Very well.”
The case Francesco carried was set down and opened, and he reached in, pulling out a golden scepter. A falcon, its wings spread out, sat on top of it in all its glory. Upon seeing it, Alessia kneeled and lowered her head.
“In taking this scepter, you take the legacies of your predecessors with you. They will follow and watch over you for as long as you possess this. And one day, you shall join them.” Francesco raised the scepter up and lightly touched Alessia’s head with it.
“From this day on, you no longer stand here as a fledgeling. You have accepted the responsibilities and challenges of possessing a miraculous. You stand as one of us, one who now carries the torch lit by the ones before you. I officially mark you… As a fledged Falcon. Now stand.”
Alessia got back onto her feet and straightened up, her head high as she took the scepter into her hands. The weight of it, both literally and symbolically… For once, she felt like she could take it on for the years to come.
“May you soar through the heavens, eliminating darkness in your path and giving light to those who are lost. May your enemies fear you and fall before your feet. Now go, make them fear your name. Fly high…
Cacciatrice.”
“You can count on me.”
Fledged Event: End
((It’s hard to believe that it’s been more than year since I started this blog, holy shit. It’s been a wonderful ride! I’ve gotten to meet so many wonderful people and weave stories with them, and there will be more stories to create in the future! Thank you all so much for sticking with this blog during this time, and I hope you all enjoy whatever comes next~ Cricket out!! <3))
