Ancient Four - Initiation

Chapter 2 - Preparations to Earth (Part 1)

Ossaria

"I know what I felt!"

She stood from her seat and slammed her palms hard against the long crescent-like shaped mahogany council desk.

The area, big and palatial, was adorned with different coloured banners that had unique crests emblazoned on each of them, and were proudly hung on the grey stuccoed walls. Sconces of mini orbs were embedded in the walls and were spread evenly surrounding the room, providing the darkness with a very dim glow. At the front of the room stood a huge door with gold glowing inscriptions that almost towered the ceiling. A slightly elevated round podium stood at the centre. At the back, nestled a long crescent like table which filled half of the space, with ornately gilded thrones upholstered with posh silvery satin, which were spaced evenly along following the shape of the council desk. Seated on those thrones were a panoply of resplendent looking individuals who looked to be in power. Ten of them, to be precise.

Behind them, shimmers of light from the windows—which had its thick curtains only slightly drawn—crept in like small cracks. It looked like a clandestine meeting held almost in darkness.

Two of them seated however, were not powerful enough to be spared a flinch from Syrene's incongruous outburst, apparently so.

"Syrene, this is very unbecoming behaviour," said a bald man wearing a diamond crown. His gravelly voice croaked as he spoke. "Especially one coming from you."

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, recomposing herself. Then, after clearing her throat, she sat again.

"I'm sorry, Karkas," she said ruefully.

Syrene was loved by many in the magic world of Ossaria. Not only was she the Supreme of all seekers, she was also kind hearted, pure, sincere, and innocent, which although were very common traits for a seeker, were rare for a Supreme altogether.

Most Supremes from the other classes could assume Syrene to be weak because of those traits, but they dared not, because for one to underestimate a Supreme in that manner would be foolish, especially considering the fact that Syrene had placed 30th during the last year's Digi-damage tourney extravaganza (A yearly event where participants battle extremely high levelled digitised monsters and get their damaged ranked from the highest top one to a hundred).

And for a seeker, a first and foremost support class, to achieve rank 30 amongst the hundreds of other highly ranked champions, was no easy feat.

One would assume a baby to grow up conditioned along with their environments, shaping and moulding their personalities, behaviours and biases. And yet, when it came to Syrene, she was pure as a baby. Impartial. Precocious, even now.

She was adored, even by the panel that sat alongside her, and her insights often reinforced her genius far beyond her years. And so they let that mild outburst slide.

"Perhaps you haven't had enough rest from the mission?" Asked a lady with a bouffant updo, who had beautifully tanned brown skin, and a bedazzling luminescent headpiece which enveloped her hair entirely. Her headpiece reflected sparkles as she turned her head regally to face Syrene.

"No, Truna, I felt it. I felt magic on Earth."

"I'm sorry, but that is simply impossible," said the chocolate opulence which was Truna, as she raised her hands in exasperation. "The lore states that—"

"—The lore states what it states, and yet I felt magic on Earth. Don't forget, a part of the lore is still missing and undiscovered," Syrene retorted.