Learning Rites

Ivan laid in his bed, dreaming of the past. He was still young, his brother being a young man. Joseph looked at his brother, "Now look carefully Ivan, this is the Rite of Flame." He sliced his hand open, the blade catching on fire, "By using our blood we can invoke power into our weapons. Now, the rite requires your blood to invoke it, it might seem cool, but don't use it too much, ir you might die." Ivan gave a nod, "I understand big bro." Joseph laughed with his brother. Ivan continued to dream the memory.
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