Stranded

Chapter 9- The Elders

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"You summoned me, Lord High Elder?" Dearil questioned, careful to keep emotion out of his voice. In all honesty, getting summoned by the Elders was terrifying, getting summoned by the High Elder himself was even worse. The only time the Elders actually summoned one of the higher-ups was when something seriously bad was happening, there hadn't been a summons in years and the last time the High Elder wasn't seen at all.

The Elders were the oldest living creatures on Thrakzian, they are also the only surviving members of the old Thrakzian before the invasion nearly 400 years ago.

Now they lived deep underground of the main HQ, their location was so secret that even some of their own people did not know where to find them. Despite their vast knowledge, the Elders rarely revealed what they knew, choosing to remain silent unless in times of extreme crisis.

"They have returned." The High Elder's voice shook with fear, as he looked at the current leader of the Warriors of Thrakzian with regret.

They? Dearil thought as his head shot up from his kneeling position to stare disbelievingly at the High Elder, No, it can't be. He can't possibly mean them!

"Yes, them." His voice had stabilized slightly, but the regret was still present in his eyes, regret that he had to speak the dreaded words, regret that this generation which had not known the horror of the invasion was now going to witness it firsthand.

"Are you sure?! How could they be here?!" Dearil's breathing was growing ragged as more questioned swirled inside his head. How could they miss this!

"Let me finish. I am positive that they have returned, I sense their kind, but only faintly. I'd imagine that it's one or two scouts." Dearil took several breaths to calm himself again after receiving the slightly better news.

"Five creatures have recently crashed onto the planets surface, I currently have teams deployed, so far only one of us has been spotted. Are all of them invaders?" The current leader was back to his calm, analytical self, it was a good thing too; if they were all going to survive this, he couldn't break now.

"No, they could be working with others, but there is only two Galra at the most."

Galra? Right, that's what the invading race was called. No one even says their name anymore out of fear, I'd imagine that some of the younger ones have even forgotten their name by now.

"Who was seen?" The High Elders voice cut through his thoughts.

"Omisha was, my lord, but they believe that they killed him."

"Hmm, even with his believed death him being spotted changes things."

"What would you have us do, Lord High Elder?"

"Kill them."

"Yes, my lor-"

"Wait." A new voice entered from a private side entrance that Dearil did not use himself, despite not recognizing the voice he knew it had to be one of the Elders simply from the bold interruption and the location.

"What do you mean by 'wait'?" The first Elder questioned to the new Elder sounding almost annoyed.

"Exactly what I said. Wait. We have no information on these current unwelcomed residents, Dearil said he has teams deployed already, so wait for their reports before making such a drastic and important decision." A woman appeared at the High Elders side before sinking down to sit next to him.