She stood up and wandered over to the shelves.
"Thought these books were supposed to be destroyed. I can see you saved them..."
"Can we get back to the story?" I asked impatiently. I felt for her, I really did, but I needed to know if I was on the right side of the war. I needed to know who the real enemy was.
"Very well," she said, walking back to her seat and falling in a lazy manner.
"Where was I? Ahhh yes, my journey," she went on.
"When I ran out of the nation, I joined the outcasts. They were a group of people unjustly kicked out of the country for one crime or the other. They were my new family. I learnt a lot from them and I got stronger with their help. I learnt all about the gods and the different powers a Xaj could wield. I... No, we fought together and we became more powerful. We recruited new members to our team and that was where I met General Obsidian and Kol. Together we drove off every single evil we could find until we became a force to be reckoned with."
She sighed deeply before carrying on with her tales.
"It was going great, until a warrior in our group opened up a box that was not supposed to be opened — Pandoras box!" she said with excitement.
Looking around the room expecting some kind of reaction, all she got were stale faces.
"What is Pretorias box?" I asked ignorantly.
"Not Pretorias box, Paaannndddddoooorrrraaaaa" she said, stressing the importance of the item.
"By the gods, how can you save this nation when you don't even know little things like these?" she said with dismay. Laying back into her chair disappointed, she used a hand to support her head in a thoughtful manner.
"It is said to be a box filled with every evil power you can think of," the abbot answered.
"If you think necromancy is bad, then Pandora's box is a hundred times worse," he narrated.
"Don't tell me that you found something that is believed all round to be a myth?" he questioned the Xaj smiling. It was sent off as a joke.
"You believe it to be a myth, abbot, but it is real. Real as the air you and I breathe," she replied in anger.
"Then if it is as real as you say, how are you still alive? The last wielder of such power turned to stone and the one before her melted into the wind. But these are just fables told to children before they sleep," he grunted.
"Believe whatever you will, I found it and it is real. The warrior who opened it died on the spot and the rest of the group fled away, but somehow I survived. Pandora herself appeared before me and gave me her powers," she angrily put out.
"Hahahahaha, you must think me a child to bring such stupid lies in here. It does not exist!" he argued.
"It does and I don't care what you think. You can burn in your ignorance for all I care, but you will never get her back because I loved her too!" she raged with fury.
They had been going back and forth, leaving Ang and I on the sidelines confused.
"Are they still talking about what I think they're talking about? Or is this something else?" she whispered.
"I don't even know," I shrugged.
"You never deserved her!" the abbot shouted. "You are supposed to be dead but somehow she protected you... Even after all you had done — causing chaos, breaking the hierarchy and everything. You are an abomination and she deserved better!"
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Xerxes
FantasyBorn into a time of war and unrest, Xerxes finds himself weak and unable to save his nation. All that changes when he is told the truth of his birth and given a reason to fight. As he finds himself battling between good and evil, he tries to keep...