In The World Of Losinanda (Completed)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Iriel

Iriel had never explored the devil's den before, the silver princess had been the one to suggest they use the Masked Hall. Upon entering the hall, she understood why it would be convenient, the chamber had been created to serve as a place of holding private meetings. It was a wide spherical hall, wider in the middle with a shorter height. The middle of the room had a stone built table that was made of a cloudy grey crystal, the stone was dense and thick emitting a white mist like a block of ice, reminding Iriel of a magical coffin. There were twelve spaces around the table but only five had sits.

Each of the chair was curved to signify the chief of the specific tribe that would occupy the sit; the first one had a pair of long curved horns at the top with white furred armrests which would be occupied by Oreamos. The second, had half of a fishtail diving in behind it, it was thoroughly decorated in emerald scales for Mizu. The third was for Ovis, it was dull and sturdy, covered in brown leather with a flaring nose on top blowing ivory sculpted steam.

The fourth was a slim elegant chair of a crystal light-blue which Iriel could see was for herself. On its sides there were two limbs of a pair of scales, one side of the scale had a heart the other had a sword. Iriel swore the side of the heart was more tilted than that of the sword. The fourth chair was crowned by a scorpion its interior resembled an hour glass with sand trickling from the top to the bottom. This was for the only member of the Scorpios, the Advisor; there was more sand on top than in the bottom. He still has time.

The table had no head or tail; nothing to signify the leader of the meeting. Iriel realized she saw no available sits for the princess and the beasts' leader or Eithiel . Eithiel will breath out fire if she doesn't have a special chair. Iriel was about to panic, she turned for the entrance to go find other chairs when she almost bumped into Shengena.

The dark princess was dressed in a fitting black dress with long chain earrings that almost rivaled her hair. Her face was expressionless. Iriel had gotten used to the princess's' quiet demeanor. She also learnt that the princess didn't speak until she was spoken too.

"Naro and Eithiel have no chairs." Iriel spoke in a squeaky voice. Shengena smiled.

"The simple things that concern you humble me, I apologize for the darkness of the room but if you look just a bit further from the table towards your right, you will see two chairs, the Advisor kept your sister's sit next to Naro to amuse himself."

Iriel looked again and located a smaller chair that resembled her own next to a larger red chair with enormous red wings positioned in the shadows, the wings were curled to the top rather than unfurled, the shape they made resembled a tear drop .

"What about you? And there is so much space on the table why are theirs over there?" asked Iriel motioning at the empty spaces on the table.

"Only chiefs can sit on the table, we have no people in the silver lands." Shengena sang the statement rather than spoke it. Iriel opened her mouth to say something but she lost her thought.

"The others are coming, brace yourself I have a feeling this will be long."

Iriel was about to ask her again about where she would sit when Shengena quietly walked to the left side of the table into a wall. Did she vanish?

Iriel hadn't seen that the shadow wasn't a wall, it was curved-in to make a small chamber fit for a single chair, that she saw was for the princess. She couldn't see the design of the chair but its silhouette looked daunting. Why does she hide in the shadows?

The rest came in quickly, Oreamos, Mizu and Ovis walked in together as if they were coming from a preceding meeting, The advisor walked in after them, alone, looking more like his old self. Last came Naro and Eithiel, the beasts' fierceness had returned to his eyes which ran a shiver down Iriel's spine, she also noticed his wings were heavily dragging behind him having lost his strength to conceal them. His ghastly features were not as appalling as the first day she had seen him. A meeting with a beast.