The Makers of Destiny: Monarchy

Chapter Twelve: The Destiny Wars

"Destiny Wars?" Lillian repeated. "Nothing."

"Of course."

"We couldn't have told her," Cheyenne said indignantly. "It was a need to know basis."

Ezekiel waved her away. "Yes, I figured." He didn't seem to want to argue with her anymore, which was comforting. Instead, he was deep in thought.

"Does this have something to do with the missing stone?" Lillian asked. Destiny Stone. Destiny Wars. The sects weren't really creative when it came to naming stuff.

Ezekiel shrugged. "Could be. But it's more pressing than that."

"Didn't we spend this entire time worrying about the Stone?" Lillian argued. "What can suddenly be more important than that?" She eyed the curtain. "Ameria?"

"Not Ameria," Christopher said. "Seers."

Lillian tried to review what Ameria told her about the seers. Sees the future without the filters the Fates put in place. Pretty basic. "What about seers?"

"You know how they came to be, don't you?" Ezekiel asked.

"Uh, actually, no." Lillian twisted her fingers. "I don't think Ameria was keen on telling me anything about that."

"Of course not," Christopher mumbled.

Ezekiel hesitated. "No, I suppose not. She is okay right now, right?"

Cheyenne's fingers were clenched around her phone. "I hope so. I'm sure she is."

Lillian splayed her hands against the seat. "Well, not that I'm impatient or anything, but what about the seers? And the Destiny Wars?"

Ezekiel twisted the glass ring on his finger. "Sorry. Didn't mean to forget you." He sighed, seeming intent to look anywhere but Lillian. "The Destiny Wars were essentially, world wars."

"Every sect was involved," Cheyenne added. "Except the ordinary humans."

"Yeah." Ezekiel took a deep breath before letting his eyes wander over Cheyenne and Christopher. "It left... rifts that are still seen today." He lowered his head. "Unfortunately."

Cheyenne dropped her gaze and Christopher pointedly looked elsewhere. Lillian merely nodded.

"And we, the "ordinary world", didn't have a clue?" she asked.

A smile crept across Cheyenne's face. "You doubt our magic?"

"No. But admit it. It's unlikely."

Christopher scoffed. "An explosion here, an assassination there. Whispers transported by spies, invisibility, mind reading, teleportation. Who's going to connect anything?"

"It wasn't not that simple, enchanter," Ezekiel snapped. His fingers drummed restlessly against his seat.

Cheyenne threw a glance at her brother. "I can only assume that your people noticed some things. But seeing how the world is still widely oblivious today, our secrets did not get out. Perhaps some not so crazy conspiracy theorist out there noticed. If you cared, you can research all the incidents and see if you see a pattern. Human nature is violent enough that a bit increase of fights is hardly anything to notice."

Lillian wanted to ask why did they bother putting so much effort into staying hidden, but she ultimately saved it away for another time. "Fine. But what does this have to do with the seers?"

Ezekiel clenched his fist. "The war, well, it started out much like this."

"This being?"

Ezekiel snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the lights in the tent dimmed and the glass rings hanging from the ceiling lit up like stars.