The Allegory Of Triberias: The Call Of Destiny .

The Emergency Gathering

THE COUNCIL CHAMBERS,
The Eastern Wind, Triberias.
2420 A.A,

The council was meeting again. There was a crisis and an emergency meeting had been called. All were gathered around the round table. All of council members but two and around them, their Sanctuary assistants stood by, watching and waiting to serve like they had always done before.

The doors opened and all eyes turned to stare at the blue robed man who had just been ushered in. The man was of moderate height, with light olive skin and shoulder length dark hair that framed his angular face. His brown eyes seemed sad, the furrows on his forehead speaking of a trying ordeal that had left his countenance fallen even at this time of day.

His eyes lifted and as they gazed at the congregation that was meeting there, a flash of something akin to panic crossed his eyes even as they settled on the balding head that had risen and was now swiftly approaching.

"How?" A deranged Elder Lionel spat out, seething at the man that was standing before him. Anger mixed with skepticism could be felt radiating from him and the disdain that continued to filter through his voice was hard to miss making the man that was before him to tremble with fear, shivering at the ramifications of angering a man such as him.

The elder had every right to be angry. The man thought even as he imagined how much he had failed them. He had failed this city and for what could have easily been the hundredth time that day, Jaykob wondered what the implications of his failure would finally be.

He should have stopped her.

Now, his family was torn apart while Tamaar's absence from the round table continued to spell doom to his own legacy and to the many citizens of this city who looked up to her as an Elder and as a Chief of the First Virtue.

"How?" The old man raged, his crimson eyes bulging, the eyeballs swollen with veins that tinted the whites red, gritting his teeth even as he clenched his fists and raised a small wind.  "How could she escape?" Jaykob cringed under the elder's hard gaze even as the man moved forward to grab him by the collars of his blue Triban robes. What would he say now? What could he say? Jaykob stammered, his words failing him despite having tried hard to seek a way out. A way that would dig his sons and himself out of the hugr quagmire his 'beloved' wife and the mother of his children had left them in.

How? How could he answer that when he himself did not know what the answer to the Elder's question was? How had she done it? Where was she now? Truly, even he had underestimated her. To think that she had been able to breach those gates? The thought was hard to grasp.

"How? Answer me you impudent fool!" The Old man shook him, snapping him out of the reverie that his own questions had plunged him and despite his fail looking form, Jaykob found that the old man was quite strong. With the ability to rattle him, shaking him straight to his core both physically and mentally.

"Lionel!" Salvation came in the most unexpected version. In form of the Chamberlain who had just appeared out of thin air to chair the meeting of of the council of the Elders of the Great.  "Unhand the poor man now, will you?" He chastised even as he moved forward, pulling out a chair at the head of the round table.

For a moment, nothing happened. Lionel seemed reluctant to let go of Jaykob's collars. Sneering even as the rest of the council waited. Watching with bated breath and squirming at the edge of their seats, restless for the other shoe to finally fall. Truly, there was never a dull moment when Elder Lionel was incensed.

"Or what?" A voice finally snapped, so low at first that it seemed like his words had not been heard. "What will you do? Better still, what can you do?" The man retorted.