Scriptober Day 1: Lion
The Celestial House was a blessing for some, a social excecution for others, or an unobtainable dream for the despaired. Leventas was of common birth; one that barely made ends meet, but they attended the Roaring Night as expected of everyone. The Roaring Night, one of the Days of Selection, that occured once in every 12 years, right after the year of the Pincher Parade and before the year of the Maiden's Treasure. Priests of House arrived in all settlements to oversee the ceremonies, no matter how big or small they were. The Roaring Night, despite the name, happened in midday. Every citizen was expected to participate but it wasn't enforced. Those who were Sworn in one of the other Celestials were exempted from attending.
The Priest that came to their little village was an old man of graying hair, with an obiously dyed hair tip in fire red. The Priest approaches and, surprisingly for his old age, lifts them up.
"The Lion has chosen you!" he exclaims at Leventas. "It demands your presence at the House, to properly receive your dues." he finishes the what Levantas imagines to be the customary greeting for the Chosen ones.
They don't realise until most of the people have gone back at their homes that the Priest had left them something.
A crest pin with the Sign of the Lion. This is his proof to be allowed inside the Capital and, most importantly, to the revered House of the Celestials.
And thus, their journey begins.
