Haunting Memories

Chapter 6: The Leaders

The Guardians headquarters..

Deep Space...

"How should this be fixed..?" One of the Leaders asked, his voice echoing throughout the large room.

He glanced around at the other 14 Leaders. Everyone was unsure what to do. No one ever broke the rules before. No one ever found out the truth.

"I believe we should reassign the human she is helping and make her retire, like the others before." Another Leader spoke shaking her head. Her blonde hair fizzed out slightly from increasing temperature.

"It's getting hotter outside." The first Leader spoke again

"It's just going to keep getting hotter until another sacrifice is made." The blonde haired Leader spoke, "I'd be ideal to get rid of Zaini. Make her seem to be the reason why our race may combust from the heat. By making her seem like that-"

"The other Guardians will want to sacrifice her." A short-haired female Leader interrupted and received a dirty look from the blonde one.

"Now that we figured out what to do with her, how do we deal with the boy?" The first Leader asked

"Obviously we would-" The short-haired Leader started when the doors flew open.

Everyone turned their heads to see a large figure looming over them. A hushed whisper echoed through the air, "Fęro..."

At hearing his name the god smirked evilly, "Hello Trekos."

The short-haired Leader looked up bravely, "Hello Fęro."

"What has been decided?"

"Decided..?"

"About the boy. And about Zaini."

"Well we have decided that Zaini should be sacrificed to-"

"Me."

"Yes. To...you." Trekos looked uncomfortable

"And the boy?"

"We were going to make him disa-"

"Wipe him."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Wipe his memory."

"You can't command us. Nor does what you say influence our decisions. We are the Leaders." Trekos stood

Fęro laughed a deep throaty chuckle, "I can raise the temperature and kill all of you. I am the supreme leader and I can control whoever I wish. Just because we used to be a couple does not mean you can try to boss me around, like you tried to when we were together."

Trekos sighed and sat back down. Fęro smiled, "Everyone may leave, back to your boring dutiful lives. Except for you, 'Leader' Trekos."

Everyone stood and left. The blonde haired Leader whispered an old proverb in Trekos's ear, "Rêdu Ojxl Drį"

"I wish myself luck too, Bëniæ. Thank you."

Bëniæ quickly hurried out and to the dismay of Fęro, spat near his feet. He didn't go after her but, instead walked toward Trekos.

Trekos sat and floated above the floor, she rose to his face and meeting it, looked at him with disgust.

"Don't look that way. You used to love this face."

"I never loved anything about you. Your face, your power, nor your bullying. You sickened me."

"Yet you almost said yes to my proposal."

"You had magic that could have saved my sister. You promised to save her. But you lied and tricked me. And now she's dead." A tear fell from Trekos face, "I hate you for that. I hate ever ounce. Every bit of your existence. Because of that."