The Next Juri Head

"The Crest of Juri… You are familiar with this crest since you were but a little guppy." Father Juri said. He lifted his hand and a crest of a trident with each bladed tip, a different weapon. A spear, a trident, and a glaive. "You were my only child, so you will bear the mark of our family and take on the responsibility of the Juri Head…"

Calis watched as the mark shimmered. It spun around in Father's hands. He watched as Father lifted his gaze to Calis. 

"Are you ready, Calis?" Father Juri asked. Calis hesitated. It was something he rarely did.  Calis's whole life was about making decisions. It was about becoming a leader worth the people who was under him and a leader for the village. Every moment was precise and curated for this very moment.