Awakening: Book 1 of the Vanquisher Series [GxG]

10a

“Please, come in.” A woman’s voice came from the room as soon as Azmel knocked.

Azmel opened the door. The whole time Narvari and Azmel walked to the Elder’s office, he had not spoken a word to her. Narvari didn’t mind-- she had a lot on her mind anyway.

“Don’t keep Trixan waiting,” Azmel said in his ever-nonchalant tone.

Resisting the strong urge to cuss him out, Narvari entered the room and closed the door behind her.

As she curiously looked around her new environment, her eyes widened.

“Well, damn.” She whistled.

This was the largest and most luxurious office she had ever seen. Was that entire wall a TV? Even the furniture, paintings, and chandelier were looking down on her. With a gaping mouth, she appreciated the beauty around her like someone who had just arrived from the stone age. Wasn’t this office too big for one person? Or maybe it was just perfect for someone with the title of Elder.

Where was the Elder anyway?

Someone cleared their throat. Narvari spun towards the sound of the voice. She had been too engrossed in the living art surrounding her that she had not noticed the young woman sitting behind the office desk. The woman was rapidly typing something on the computer and didn’t once look up at Narvari.

Was that the Elder’s assistant or something? Narvari thought as she watched the fair-skinned woman with scarlet hair. Elder or not, one thing was clear-- this woman could dress.

“Hi,” said Narvari, getting closer to the woman’s desk. So far everyone she had met here could speak English so she just went along with it.

The woman finally looked up at Narvari. “Hello there, my dear,” said she. Though her smile was small, it seemed to make her forest-green eyes even greener.

Seeing how comfortable the woman looked behind the only desk in the room, Narvari had a feeling this was her office. Could this young redhead, clearly between the ages of twenty-three and twenty-five, be the Elder then? Narvari was not exactly sure of the job description of an Elder but one thing she knew was that elders were supposed to be old.

“They said I had to see the Elder,” said Narvari, tired of all the assumptions swirling in her head.

“I guess it’s a good thing you found her then.”

Narvari quickly looked around. “Oh, where is she?” She looked back at the young woman. Amusement danced in her green eyes as if Narvari had said something funny. Suddenly it dawned on her. “Wait, are you the Elder?”

“You don’t seem quite convinced.”

Narvari realized that her face must be revealing how she truly felt. She grinned in embarrassment. “Well, I was expecting an elder.”

The Elder chuckled. “That’s alright. I’m actually older than you think.” She pointed to the chair opposite her. “Do have a seat, my dear.”

Narvari pulled the chair and sat down. The way this woman called her my dear reminded her of all those times her grandmother often called her my child.

Anana. Narvari bit her lips as an image of her dead grandmother popped up in her head. No. Now wasn’t the time for this. She only came to see the Elder so she could go back and kill Stein. End of story.