Great Star Island

"Greatly appreciated,"  A woman says as she bows her head to Seladon. Seladon in return gives her an impatient look, "Well? We don't have all trine!" She snaps.
     
The woman panics and rushes out of the Citadel, her childing holding her hand. "Who is next Paladin?" The guard turns his head and opens the gate.
     
"What do you wish to speak to me about?" Seladon asks rather harshly. "Well I was told a Spriton spotted a Skeksis!" a man said terrified. "What! We defeated them, it would be unwise of them to take that action."
    
Just then a group of Paladin enter the throne room. Seladon studied their scruffy appearance. Some had faces and hands covered in mud or dirt, pieces of their armor where shattered.
   
"What happened to you?"  She asks the taller one. He looks at those behind him and says, "We where stacked by The General, it seems he is out of his mind!" Seladon silently agrees with this fact
     
"Do you have any idea where he could've gone?" She asks. "We overheard he is heading to Great Star Island." one in the back replied. Seladon's expression showed the vivid image of her thoughts
     
"PALADINS WE ARE SETTING SAIL FOR GREAT STAR ISLAND!" Seladon shouts as she hops off her throne

In the Castle of the Crystal, drama began to stir. The former lords discussed about planning the Garthiam attack. SkekSil, The Chamberlain, Skekli, SkekRex and many others chatted about a plan.

"What if we ask the Emperor to strike the Vapra? If we take the main leaders, the other Gelfling will fall!" One suggested.
   
"Hmmm, but they are also most likely heavily guarded. Besides if we attack the most populated clan, word will spread faster, yes? " One argued.
    
Skeksis fought and messed with ideas, unaware of The Emperor's presence. "ENOUGH!!" he shouted.

As Brea headed to the dock, which rests on the opposite side of the island.
She heard slight wrigling sound behind slightly dead shrubs. This didn't really scare Brea, but instead it confused her, when she bent to see...

You can't cry, DON'T DO IT, NO MATTER WHAT YOU FEEL. A young stressed Deet flew over the skies. Being on the ground only cuased the blight spread quicker.

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