Re:Starborn

2: The Council

As they approached the imposing doors leading to the council chamber, Seraphina quickly whispered to Ronan, her voice conveying urgency and confidence.

"Kaelin Akinyi, head of the Judicial Branch, leads the council," she began, her words crisp and concise. "Lysandra Menelik, head of the Legislative Branch, will likely pose sharp questions. And Xander Hill, in charge of security, may have additional insights to share.”

Ronan nodded, absorbing the information swiftly as they reached the doors. He stood before the imposing doors that separated him from the Council, his hand hovering inches away from the intricate carvings that adorned its ancient surface. The entrance itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, each detail telling a story of centuries past. Elaborate symbols, etched in shimmering gold, danced along the edges, hinting at the weight of the decisions made beyond it. The wood, polished to a rich sheen, seemed to hum with anticipation, as if it too knew the significance of what lay beyond.

As he reached out to touch the door, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over him. Uncertainty mingled with determination, hesitation vying with curiosity. It was as if the door itself held the answers to the questions that had plagued him since his awakening. The coolness of the wood against his palm sent a shiver down his spine, a tangible reminder of the gravity of the moment.

Beside him, Seraphina stood with a calm assurance, her presence a beacon of steadfast support. Like the natural comfort that he's begun to feel with her, Ronan couldn't shake the feeling that he was meant to walk through that door. Despite the doubts that gnawed at his resolve, a voice deep within his mind urged him forward, insisting that this was the path he must take.

"It's time," Seraphina said softly, her eyes reflecting both understanding and encouragement. "Whatever lies beyond this door, we face it together."

Ronan nodded, drawing strength from her words. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, the heavy wood creaking faintly in protest before swinging inward to reveal the Council chamber beyond.

As he stepped into the chamber, his mind was still grappling with questions. One question in particular lingered, hovering at the edge of his thoughts like a whisper of curiosity. He wanted to ask about the mysterious presence within him, the entity that seemed to guide him in subtle ways, but every time he tried to form the words, a strange block prevented him. It was as if a mental barrier had been erected, keeping that particular inquiry at bay.

Unaware of the subtle manipulation occurring within his mind, Ronan focused on the task at hand, his gaze steady as he prepared to face the Council.

At the center of the chamber, raised high above the ground, was a platform where the council members sat. The platform was bathed in a spotlight, illuminating each member in a halo of light that added to the air of authority and gravitas they exuded. Ronan and Seraphina stood below, looking up at the council members, their expressions a mix of reverence and wonder.

The council members themselves were a sight to behold, each representing their respective branches with distinction and power. Kaelin Akinyi, head of the Judicial Branch and leader of the council, sat at the center, his presence commanding attention and respect. His eyes held a keen intelligence, a testament to his years of experience and wisdom.

Beside Kaelin sat Lysandra Menelik, head of the Legislative Branch, her demeanor poised and diplomatic. She exuded an aura of authority tempered with grace, a perfect balance of strength and diplomacy.

his gaze swept back to the bottom of the room, taking in the grandeur and the subtle tension that hung in the air. The bottom of the council area was encircled by a line of armored guards, their presence formidable and imposing. Each guard wore intricate black armor that seemed to meld seamlessly with the dimly lit surroundings.