The Naga's Tithe

"I have braved the oppressive dark, the dangers and horrors that dwell before your domain. I have endured the brunt of your animus and made it past the legions that could not, those who stand vigil and warning as stone. Their whispering madness nothing but susurrations in the dark. I have come through the shadow and into your light to beseech a blessing, and a bond."
"What do you have to offer me child of the Dragons, Son of Wyrms? My power and grace are as vast as the void, what could you posses that is worthy of even the meagerest taste of my might? Your armor? What need have I of protection? Your blade? Before me it is but a blade of grass. Your knowledge little Scholar? I have forgotten more than you could know in a hundred lifetimes...Now, the soul that burns bright and pure, that I could use...A portion for a portion small one, and a bond that crosses leagues. What say you, it must be freely given."
"I...I accept."
"Worthy One! Wise where others are not! Offer up your blood and be bound in my service! Call upon my power and I will answer. I will gift you a shard of my power and an Animus, an Esper, to guide you in your travels and trials. Now prepare yourself and make the cut Worthy One..."