He stood at the stone basin, waiting for her to summon him.
Her warnings had become frequent and so had his talks with her through the stone basin. It was mostly because of Rán's weapon and it's location.But today was an exception. The Sybil usually summoned him after the daily court had ended and everyone had returned home. Today, he was interrupted in between.
He was listening to another petty complaint of the guards regarding the activity of the fidelists at the border of Marinus. He didn't take them seriously, for the fidelists were just young inexperienced Mers who were powerless and weak. A guard had entered then, in a hurry, claiming that the news he had got was urgent enough to interrupt my council. Once he allowed him to speak, the guard said that he was patrolling the corridor near his chambers and heard a muffled voice coming from inside. The guard decided to go within and investigate the source. That was when he saw the stone basin and talked to the Sybil. She told him to call his king as soon as possible, regardless of whether he was in his council or not. Because the matter was urgent. And important.
So there he stood, in front of the stone basin.
It had been fifteen minutes since he had left the council, angry, but curious about what the reason might be.
There was a low rumbling sound and then the stone surface dissolved in a swirl of grey metallic liquid.
"Sybil, tell me what ails you? What can possibly be the reason behind the interruption of my daily council meeting?"
"The arrival lord." A husky weak voice came out of the basin.
"Can you please be more specific and elaborate upon what you mean by the arrival?" The king says starting to lose his temper a little.
"He has come back. Llyr. They have come back." She says.
He exhales sharply.
This is not possible.
"It is and you know it." She says quietly.
. He swims towards the door and pushes it open.
Not this time.
"He has come." A low voice comes from the room.
He leaves in a hurry, blinded by rage and vengeance, not paying attention to what she says.
"He has come indeed, but with no chance of winning. For he doesn't have it. the weapon. Yet."
The voice fades away returning the room to it's silence.
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