Elara is apart of a group known as Etorus. They work directly under the Queen of their solar system, Myōkh, where certain people are gifted with talents relating to the planet they were born on.
In the capitol, Solaris, Etorus is informed that there...
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Emil and I made our way out of the room, and were finally in the hallway. Was this how it was going to be like all day? It seemed like I was not going to be catching a break anytime soon.
"Jesus." Emil seemed to whisper to themselves. Even though few still worshiped the old God, many always took the opportunity to use their names in vain.
"What's the matter, the meeting didn't seem that unusual. There's always a higher level of threat at events." I think I was saying it more for me than I was for them.
"No, it's not that. It's just." Emil started, before looking at me and continuing on.
"I don't think Max would have asked us to say and then say if he really didn't mean it."
"Well, Yeah. That's kinda what we signed up for. Emil this is not new news. It's literally in the job description that we protect the Queen-"
"Fucking hell Elara can you just listen to me for two fucking minutes." Emil stopped walking and held their hands up in frustration. Raising their voice and cursing was so uncharacteristic that I knew that they were genuinely taking this seriously.
I realized that I had read the conversation wrong. I walked back to where Emil had stopped.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away." I looked at them to continue, directing my full attention to them.
"As I was saying, Max said all of that for a reason. He's not usually the type to have moments of unprofessionalism."
I thought back on some of my encounters with Max. Very recently had he actually started referring to me as Elara in passing instead of the formal Agent title followed by a small bow.
I was starting to get what Emil was saying.
"So you think that he was... What? Trying to warn us?"
"Maybe?" Emil didn't seem to have any more of an idea than I did.
We continued to grab something to eat. But I kept thinking about what Emil had said.
I thought about it well into the day, even trying to let go of it as I was trying to fall asleep. Astor hadn't come to my room that night, and I was grateful.
The last thing that I needed was to deal with that issue as well as trying to decode whatever it is that Max was saying to Emil and I.
I didn't sleep at all that night. I would fall into the surface of a dream. Only to feel as though I was drowning in a dark ocean and wake up choking on water that wasn't there.
The week leading up to the Gala seemed to move at both the pace of a snail and the wind.
Astor had been quick to act as if any of the past transgressions in the training room had never happened. And even though I knew that it was my fault, I was glad to see that I could take the easy way out and ignore it.
