Beginning of the chaos

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1203 , January 13th , Friday (haha)
magic council building

Heavy panting echoed throughout the stone walled council chamber. A large pile of tables and chairs were stacked up against the huge iron doors. four council members and seven staff members had barricaded themselves inside. a few staff members huddled against the wall, holding each other close and praying , the others whimpering softly on their own. Screaming of pain and terror split the silence , causing everyone's head to turn sharply in the direction of the doors. A bright , white light streamed through the cracks in the door and the screaming was cut short , followed by an eerie silence. The occupants of the room paled , their fears confirmed. They had realized who's magic gave off that kind of light. It was the magic of Ziegar , the temporal mage. Ziegar is the strongest of the ten wizard saints and was said to be unbeatable in combat. A bright light flooded the room as the door was reduced to rubble in a microsecond , sending debris everywhere and embedding iron fragments into the flesh of some of the less fortunate , forcing shrieks and cries from those injured. Moans and crying was all that was heard until the rhythmic sound of footsteps could be heard from the dust cloud that had gathered at the arched doorway. A silhouette appeared in the haze , the silhouette of a man of medium build wearing a hooded cloak. He stepped into the room and not a sound could be heard. "So , it is you" Spoke a proud , but aged man , his voice deep. A man stepped forward to face to the aggressor. He was hunched over , as if the Yellow robes with purple engravings he adorned weighed him down considerably. He had a dark grey beard that reached his knees , yet his hair , though the same color , was kept to a measly 2-3 inches long. His calloused hand gripped the top of a long black , wooden staff , topped with a golden eagles head. His small , deep set , blue eyes squinted through a pair of glasses that sat rather lightly on the bridge of his large nose. All in all , he appeared to be a rather cliche wizard , if not for his fashion sense and the rather large emerald ring on his forefinger showing that he was the head chairman of the council. "It was you who betrayed us. Why?" The elderly man demanded. A slight chuckle rose from under the brown and green hood. Flicking back his hood , revealing his sandy hair and a face that was starting to wrinkle , putting him roughly around forty years old. Ziegar raised his head." Well well well , old man Rithan. Your getting on in your old age , you must be what? 98?More?" Ziegar's remarks were met with silence. Ziegar's grin caused the lower half of the pale scar that ran from his lower jaw to the top of his left eye to curve in a wicked manner. "Ah well , doesn't matter. Now , why , you ask? Well that's rather simple" He said , scratching at the stubble that plagued his light brown skin. Because the council has been nothing but a parasite on Fiore's neck since its creation." A enraged gleam shone across Ziegar's golden eyes. "The council's pathetic laws are holding the wizards of Fiore back from discovering their true potential". A smirk appeared on the head chairman's face "Are you forgetting that you are on the council as well , Ziegar?" Rithan remarked. "So , you are as guilty of this accusation of yours as the rest of us." Ziegar scowled. "yes , i was. But now , i plan to right my wrongs and pull Fiore to its former greatness once more. And i refuse to let you get in my way!" He raised his right arm and a brilliant white light encased it. "Temporal..."He muttered."Fissure!" Ziegar roared as he swung his arm in front of himself in a wide arch. A blinding white light filled the room , and when it died down Ziegar was the only one left. He glanced down at the floor to see a few piles of ash where his targets once stood. Then he felt a familiar magic power. "You can come out now , the show is over". He turned his head slightly to the right to see the face of his lover out of the corner of his eye. She strode up confidently , swaying her hips seductively. "Mmm , i love watching you work" she said as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. "It's so , invigorating." She said with a shudder."I'm sure it is , but have you completed your part of the plan?" he asked "Awww , why must you be so serious all the time , it's like you don't pay me any attention at all." She said , pouting her full red lips. Ziegar reached up with his left hand and cupped her cheek , which she started nuzzling. "The last time i payed you enough attention you pushed a baby out nine months later" He stated as he kissed her forehead and pushed her hair back behind her ear. "Yea well , thats how you know you're paying me enough attention." She said with a smile. "Also , that was , what , fifteen , sixteen years ago?" Ziegar let out a deep sigh. "Have you done your part of the plan yet?" He asked with more urgency and frustration. She let go of him and started to walk back to the exit. "don't worry , i'll go do it know" From her tone of voice , Even Ziegar could tell he made her grumpy. "Well , shit" He said , thinking about how this could affect his next couple of nights as he watched her walk out in huff. She was beautiful. Soft , pale skin , long black hair that reached the base of her back. The narrow jawline and high cheekbones that made her the envy of every woman , and the perfect body that made her the desire of even more men. Then there were her eyes. To everyone else , they seemed dark , cold and empty. But he sees warmth , love and a need to be given attention. To Ziegar , Liera was perfect. He smiled to himself and turned to leave when he stopped. A slight gleam of light had caught his attention. He turned to face it and was pleasantly surprised. Striding across the room , Ziegar bent down to pick up a ring with a large green emerald in it. "i always thought you were a waste on that old man." he mumbled as he admired the golden dragon engraved within the stone. Then he frowned. "But how did you survive my attack." He wondered aloud.

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