The night was drawing to an end. Florence stood with a broad set of concern and worry resting on her shoulders. She gripped the small charm Monty had given her in anticipation of her own trials which she would take in a few months. Gripping it tightly, she whispered into it, kissing the charm. "Bring him home safe."
Jinx squatted down poking at a worm with a stick as she sighed. "What's taking the fucker so long? Did he fall at the finishing line?"
"He'll make it, just wait. My Monty will succeed." The door opened as Monty stepped out. Florence ran over overwhelmed with joy. This came to a complete halt as she stopped halfway in shock. Monty had tattoos planted all over his body of all different manner of things. Guns, snakes and dragons all held on him like a trophy. Monty looked over his family with a smug look as the dragon came to life snagging on his shoulders and breathing fire. Florence stepped back, unsure what to make of this.