It took Saran twice the amount of time to get back to Balifor, it was not only because he was weighed down by Kameron's head, which had begun to rot and stink, but also because of his incredible battle fatigue.  When he finally reached the gates of Balifor he collapsed.

    Saran opened his eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light.  He was in a small cell, lying on a cot, sitting up he saw he wasn't alone in the tiny chamber.
    "Ah good to see you among the living my friend."  Stated a sleepy Layran.  "For a moment there I thought you were never going to wake.  Get dressed, bishop Feldaran wants to see you in the great hall immediately."  He stood and handed Saran a bundle clothes, it turned out to be his ceremonial uniform.
    "Thank you,"  He began stepping into the pants, "you tended to my wounds?"  He shucked the shirt over his broad shoulders.
    "Of course, it was the least I could do."  He replied in a neutrally calm voice.
    Fully dressed Saran hesitated at the door, the walked over to Layran and took his hand.  "I want to thank you for all you've done, I wont forget your kindness Layran."  He smiled warmly and stepped out into the hall.
 
    Layran sat alone in the chamber for a moment, staring at the door somberly.  "Yes you will, good-bye Saran of Balifor. . ."  He sighed.

    Walking down the corridor Saran couldn't contain his excitement, those regretful thoughts he had in the Badlands didn't matter anymore, now he had a bright future ahead of him.  He reached the great hall and reverently opened the door.
    Feldaran stood by the black altar of Alanis flanked by three Dragoon's, two in dark black Dragon scale armor and one in golden Dragon scale armor, Saran immediately recognized the Dragoon from that battle sixteen years ago, the golden Dragoon inclined his head respectfully, Saran returned the favor.
    "And here is the victor, that was an impressive feat Saran, no one expected you to survive your test, that you have slain Kameron is more then enough proof that you do indeed belong among the ranks of the Dragoon's."  Feldaran gestured to the altar.  "Lie down and prepare to receive the power of Alanis."
    Saran wordlessly complied, as his skin touched the altar a sense of dread came over him, he found that he couldn't move even an inch.
    Feldaran began to chant in a whisper which built in volume as he said each word.  "Almighty Alanis, this man has proven worthy of your blessing-"
He dipped his index and middle fingers of his right hand into a bowl of Dragon blood, Kameron's blood to be exact, and traced the symbol of Alanis ð onto Saran's chest.  "-imbue his body and purify his soul so that he may receive you ultimate power!"
    A sphere of black energy formed above Saran, he was more scared now then he'd ever been in his life, the energy sank into his chest just as a pure silver light was drawn out of it, with that light he felt his very soul being taken, desperately he attempted to hold onto some part of himself but it was
futile.
    His life flashed before his eyes backwards, his last memory before blacking out was of his mother and father, smiling at there son, proud of him.

    He awoke dazed and confused, slowly the man sat up and took in his surroundings, he was in a large dome shaped chamber with gray stained glass windows that barely let any light in.
He was sitting on an altar surround by four men, three he recognized as fellow Dragoon's and one as a priest of high rank.
    "Where am I?  Who am I?"  He said voicing his surface thoughts.
    "You are in the great hall of Alanis at the temple of Balifor, I am Bishop Feldaran."  He gestured to the two black armored Dragoon's.  "These are Sauron,"  He indicated the shorter of the two, "and Naggagen, the man in gold is Captain Amon."  The Dragoon's stood silent.
    "Lie down so that I may complete your initiation young Dragoon."  He commanded with a stern voice.
  Without comment he obeyed, the word of a cleric was the word of Alanis.
    "Born from the blood of a Ryu-Jin and the soul of a Human, you are a Dragoon, Alanis's holy warrior!"  Slowly he gestured for the young man to stand.
    "Rise Dragoon, I dub thee Xenon, for you are the deadliest of poisons to all Ryu-Jin."  Xenon rose, Captain Amon handed him a helmet crafted from the skull of Kameron, Xenon put the helmet on and in a flash of blue light found himself girded in fine ice blue metal armor, the armor itself was Magickally enhanced metal unlike the helmet which came from the head of the Ryu-Jin itself, but
Xenon was young yet, he would soon gird himself in more suitable armor.
    Sauron handed him a partisan, it's tip was blood red.
    "The tip of your weapon was soaked in Dragoon, it has been enchanted so that it's very touch is poisonous to Ryu-Jin."  Feldaran smiled coldly.  "You will make a fine Dragoon."
    Xenon turned to face the statue of Alanis above the altar.  "I will be the best!"  He declared before his goddess.