I walk closer to the polished ebony door. With my hand raised, ready to knock, I think, do I really want to do this? If I do, my whole life will be changed. I may never see my family again. But I know there’s a duty to preform. I preform three sharp raps, and wait for it to open.
“Yes?” The door partially opens, and a hag looks out.
I take a deep breath. “I am ready to serve your king. I am at his disposal.”
The door swings open wide, emitting a greenish glow. There’s no turning back now.