Enchanter

Chapter 6

Cas awoke to the voice of his mentor. He didn't know how long he was asleep for, but he knew it wasn't enough. He was both physically and mentally exhausted. So much had happened within a day, he didn't want to even to think about how the next three years of his life would be like. In the next room over he heard people talking. Slowly he walked over to the door and listened.

"Keep it down John, keeper of the sparks, my initiate is resting in the other room," it was Eli talking to someone, but he didn't know who. In Cas' mind he spoke again, "Stay quiet, just listen."

"Well then I can see that your child must be an arrogant one then, sleeping at a time like this," an older man growled.

"He's only sleeping because I asked him to do so."

"I see so you've managed to bitch your initiate," the old man snapped.

"Gentlemen, if you wish to fight amongst yourselves I would be more than happy to leave," a woman's voice spoke. "However, we have more important things to worry about at this time."

"You mean like how Eli, defender of man, trained a monster," the man said furiously. "Let's be real here without him Joan, of the arches, we wouldn't have to be afraid of Christopher coming after our initiates."

"What's done is done John, keeper of the sparks, every clan is responsible for what happened to Christopher," the woman said. "Now we must worry about other more important issues."

"Like are initiates being sent to The Arena in a matter of hours," Eli spoke abruptly.

"Yes," the woman said, "but I do not see a way to make it any better after all they think that this is the best for them."

"Well it's not. Initiates are supposed to break there humanity through their mission, but now we don't get to even see the mission until they get off the arena."

"This is an insult to every clan," the old man spoke. "The arena is meant for our brightest and best warriors to gain strength, not to simply break the humanity of a few mortals."

"They aren't mortals you simpleton," Eli said. "They are initiates and each one has their own strength attributed to the order or they wouldn't even be here."

"How dare you call me a simpleton! I am in charge of all inscriptions and record keeping of all inscribers," the man growled. Clearly he was angry at Eli for a reason Cas was not aware of.

"John, keeper of sparks, I did not call this meeting between us to play ranks, after all we are all we are on the same level of strength." The woman's heels clicked across this floor, "I called it so that we could discuss what we can do about the arena. Now I would refrain you from continuing from digressing again."

"I'm sorry what can we do Miss Joan, of the arches? Last time I checked we can't protest the action it is too late for that."

"But, we can boycott the entire Disposition Ceremony."

The old man laughed, "Sure next we'll just run off with our initiates."

"Exactly," the woman said.

"What," Eli said, "are you out of you mind? You'll get yourself killed along with your initiate."

"But at least they'd have a running chance," she said, "Cash was supposed to go to the academy to study, it was an officially documented statement given to her, now she'll have to fight in The Arena. She only took books from the vault, she will die in a matter of minutes there."

Cas' eyes widened, he remembered the girl from the room. She didn't deserve to die, she was just a teen. How could they just be okay with allowing her to die? It was sickening.