The Fate Of The Marked

The Council

The Council of Five sat at a round table, the room black as pitch. Three were interested in the ordeal in front of them. Two wanted to learn nothing new in case to jeopardize themselves. The only noise was the sound of their steady breathing. A terrified servant knelt on the ground blindly in front of the largest throne, trembling in fear.

"Are you completely sure that it's gone?" Karuaz asked.

"I swear on my magic," The servant said desperately. "I looked everywhere! No one came out of those rooms last night. Please, please sire, I did not move from my post. I swear-"

"Enough," Karuaz snapped.

With the wave of his hand, a red light filled the room and the servant quieted. His lifeless body hit the ground, face frozen in terror. A guard stepped through the darkness and drug his body away.

"We must find her," Gergor stated, standing. "She holds the last remembrance of the Marked One."

"Yes," Ulessin added. "Once that is eliminated, we will have no more interference."

"Indeed," Lusicre agreed. "But, I wonder, what Able has to say about the matter. You've been quite, brother."

Able remained silent, looking straight ahead into the darkness.

"Because it would be a true shame if one of us had anything to do with her escape," He continued. "After what you did for the boy, it is only fair for us to assume that you would want to help him further. After all, it is you that knows him better than any."

"Let us not assume things about what each the other one does in their spare time," Karuaz said in a bored tone. "Once we reach that point, we will not be able to return."

They fell silent. Finally, Lusicre stood and banged his staff against the cold stone floor.

"We are agreed, then," He said. "We find the girl and let her soul burn."

Two of the angels murmured in agreement. Two others remained silent.