Infinite: Power

Chapter Fourteen : Old Tommy?

The Three Lines of Orphets, the Orphetical Judges, the Elder Orphets and Phileas Binn, the Major Orphet, were waiting in the Dark Room to access the Last Hall, placed in the undergrounds of the Academy. The Last Hall was the place where the powerful Orphets were allowed to die; the last place they'd ever see, and in which many of the most powerful prophecies had been recited. Everyone knew that the last words of a powerful Orphet were a prophecy that could change the world. Now it was the turn of Helius Binn, Phileas' father. He didn't feel particularly sad, but he did feel particularly anxious to listen to what his Father would leave that would contribute to the History of the World, and to warn Orphets from the coming dangers around. The last powerful Orphet who had passed away a decade before had prevented them about the new raze of Trickers who would shift their shapes and attempt to destroy the Orphetical Government.

"He's ready, Masters." A Tricker, which were common servants to the Orphets, opened the two stoned gates of the Last Hall. The Orphets waited for Phileas to walk inside first, and most of them softly patted his shoulders with compassion. He would have replied, but it was a law that Orphets had to be in utter silence until the Last Prophecy was pronounced.

They all gathered in a perfect circle, as it was the custom of the Orphets, around the golden piece of furniture especially created for that kind of ceremony. The most comfortable bed in the entire world, the one that every Orphet wished to gain the honor to lie on and die.

Helius, with his hair gone, his wrinkles occupying all his face, and his broken voice trying to say something. Phileas only wanted him to hurry. But when he spoke, his words made every hair in his body stand up straight. He spoke in the Ancient Orphetical Code, which Trickers were obliged to learn, to serve as Interprets. (If they earned such honor.) The Tricker standing next to Helius, bent towards him to hear better, turned pale with his first words and hesitated to translate for a second.

"The Seers will be tricked," He recited.

"Three lights that make us blind,"

"Two hearts that beat as one,"

Helius paused, taking a deep breath, and the Tricker began to sweat after the old Orphet continued.

"The Spirit of the Earth,"

"The Timeless Soul,"

"The Children of Nature"

"Will make the Seers pay the cost"

There was a moment of silence, only interrupted by the scribe holding the usual papyrus and plume, transcribing every word that came from the Tricker's lips. Phileas was growing both hot and furious.

Was his own father prophesizing the ruin of their kind?

Could there be a greater shame?

The old man attempted to continue and, even though Phileas would have liked him to die on that very minute, he remained there, silent, like everybody else, until the Prophecy ended. The translator Tricker was sweating fat, shiny drops on his face, after reciting another three verses. The Orphets, with stern faces, exchanged looks.

This Tricker had heard too much. Too much dangerous information.

"You will be escorted, Tricker. Ace. Pilkins." Phileas' voice was cold.

"E-Escorted?"

"Take him to the Stone Chair." The Major Orphet said as he walked to cover his dead father's face with a blanket. The rest of the Orphets whispered things among them. "This is necessary to keep the privacy of the Last Words of Helius Binn."