Chapter 7 Chapter 8: A Perfect Circle

Sunlight pours through the open skylight on the vaulted dome of the cathedral. 20-year-old Tailan.Fording stood on a dais with gorgeous carvings, bathed in the warmth and brilliance of the holy light.He was clad in a broad armor of sterling silver, with a finely carved dark blue stone hanging from his neck to his chest.He wields a heavy two-handed hammer of sterling silver.This hammer used to be his father's weapon. Tylan was a strong, handsome lad who looked almost otherworldly in the light.An elderly archbishop stood in front of Tai Lan, holding a large leather-bound book in his hand, and said to Tai Lan with joy in his eyes:

"You, Tailan Fording, swear to abide by the laws and honor of the Silver Hand forever?" "I swear." Tyran replied faithfully. "Do you swear that you will invoke the grace of the Light and spread its wisdom among your followers?" "I swear." Tyran replied a little tremblingly.At this moment, he suppressed the mixed feelings in his heart and tried hard to stand firm.He had waited so long for this moment that he quickly glanced over and saw his mother standing proudly in the nearby audience. Although years of hardship and solitude had stained Kalandra's (Tylan's mother) long, silky blond hair with silvery streaks, she was as beautiful and radiant as ever.She watched Tyrann's entitlement ceremony, wishing Tirion could be there, watching his son inherit his mantle as a paladin.

"Do you swear that whenever and wherever you find evil, you will crush it without any hesitation, and use every drop of your blood to protect the weak and innocent?" the bishop asked in a religious ritual tone With Tyrann. Tayran nodded and said, "On my honor, I will." The archbishop continued to talk to the entire council, but Tyran could no longer hear what he was saying.He seemed to have forgotten that the whole ceremony was still in progress, and reached inside his robes to hold the scroll of parchment he always carried with him.It was left to him by his father before he was exiled.Tyrann himself couldn't count how many times he had read it over the years, but he could remember every line, every stroke of every word.He remembered the last paragraph.

dear tyran By the time you are old enough to read this scroll, I should have been away from you for a long time.I don't know how to express how painful it is to leave you and your mother, but I think life always forces some tough decisions.I'm afraid you've heard a lot of bad things about me over the years - people see what I do as evil.I was just afraid that my original decision would make people think badly about you. I don't want to defend myself here, but I want to let you know what I did for the glory.Glory is a big part of what makes us human, Tyran.Everything we say and do has more or less meaning to the world.I know it's not easy, but I hope you will understand someday.

I want you to know that I have always loved you deeply and that you are always on my mind. Your life, what you do will be my salvation, boy.You are my pride, my hope.Be a good guy, be a hero. goodbye. Tyran was freed from the thoughts of the memory just in time to hear the archbishop say: "Then stand up, Tailan. Fordring, the Paladin of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, welcome to join the Silver Hand." As in his childhood dream, the entire council erupted in cheers.Bells of joy rang throughout the vast cathedral, drowning out everyone's cheers.His friends and colleagues applauded and cheered for him, and nearly everyone in the cathedral joined in the revelry.

Proudly, Tyran turned and gave a smile to his mother and his old friend, Alton, who stood a few steps behind her.The elderly bodyguard, who had taken care of and protected Tailan for nearly 15 years, also gave Tailan a proud smile.Alton was amazed at this moment, Tyran was so much like his father, he knew Tirion would be proud of him. The crowd gathered, celebrating Tyran and welcoming him to the Silver Hand. Alton turned around and was about to walk towards the exit when suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar figure passing through the crowd.The tall but otherwise inconspicuous figure wore a green hooded cloak.But Alton would always remember the sharp green eyes of the gray-haired man no matter where he was.After a few seconds, his eyes met the stranger's.

"Tirion." Alton whispered breathlessly. The stranger smiled at Alton knowingly, and raised an old hand in a military salute.Then he pulled his hat down over his face and walked quickly out of the church. Alton looked back at Tai Lan and said, "It's really a tiger with no son."