Guardian's Redemption

Chapter Twenty

The image of a large flame having been embroiled into the fabric of the red cape kept licking the back of Highlord Tyrael's heel as he was moving rapidly through the Inner Sanctum's center tower. The white pearl walls were the representation of the heavens above and the banners of the church gave the obiedent notion of man's faith in God. It was here that the most important would gather. This tower standing in the heart of the Sanctum of Haven, the Tower of Elements.

A wide great sword was held in a large sheathe on this man's broad back, the religious script in the leather of the holster was a mirror image to the same writing etched into the silver blade inside. Shining red plate armor relecting the torch light as Tyrael was walking slowly. The ceremonial design a beauty not seen since the Greeks held power. This armor was meant to protect this man's chest, wrist, and shoulders; of course it was no longer suited for this era of man but for his station it was demanded of him. Highlord Tyrael was a magnificent sight as he walked toward the council room, the one room where all the Highlords met once a month. Tyrael was not pleased having to wait two weeks before he could press the issue of the criminal stated as 'the Hunter'. His two subordinates having returned injured from barely escaping the criminal's wrath. He was not happy with his second and third in command for reporting their embarrassing failure.

When Sonya was giving her report, her voice told the Highlord that whatever turmoil was in her heart was no longer there. Something had happened out there upon the Sanctum's territory that had apparently caused the Lord to come to terms with that turmoil. When Tyrael stated he would bring the man down on his own, Sonya had only shrugged. A response totally out of character for his hot headed second. He had ordered her and Scar to the physician straight away.

Many nights had passed with Tyrael contemplating whether to send his entire army after the criminal. Tyrael never did, instead he regained control of his feelings and thought better of it. How would people react if he showed his true feelings about the Lord of the Fire District. She always evading his charm but he only used that charm in private. Today he would press the matter before the other rulers showing them the true threat that this villian was. The Hunter had to be stopped before more people of the Sanctum were attacked. If a Lord and a third in command could not bring down the murderous criminal perhaps it was time for a Highlord to be sent out.

Reaching the two large walnut doors with gold carvings along their edges, Tyrael placed his palms on the double doors of the council chamber and shoving them open to reveal the enormous room inside. Normally he would stare at the beauty of this chamber but not this day. A large circular table sat in the middle, chairs for all six of the leaders and a seventh for the priest of the church. Each chair having a high back and the emblem of every element the districts represented etched into their backs, except the pure white chair where the head of the chair sat at times. The priest rarely attended these meetings, which honestly Tyrael could care less. The High Priest was an ass in his opinion. The ceiling was domed with stained glassed portraits of every element of nature sprialing together into an angelic form that kept watch from above.

Tyrael noticing the other five Highlords already sitting, staring at his unannounced presence. He went walking over to his desginated chair, unstrapping the giant sword on his back. Tyrael leaning the blade against the table as he sat. Careful he was not to drop his most treasured blade that he had paid handsomely for.

To the man's right sat a woman, her age approximately that of Sonya's and her body reminding him of the Lord as well. This woman was blonde, long hair running down her very pale skin to barely cover her very large chest. She wore a tight blue shirt, representing his counter element, water. Those tight jeans short with a dark belt. Highlord Michelle of the water district sat there with her legs crossed and those icy blue eyes staring at Tyrael's tardiness in annoyance. To the side of her on the table was a leaning blue trident. A weapon that had been idealized before the fall of civilization in mythology but within the Sanctum it was well known as Michelle's weapon and focal point.