"Are you ready?" they asked her one by one. There were twenty-seven of them, so it got quite annoying, but she endured it, just waiting for the moment she could run. She nodded to each of them, looking every single one straight in the eye. They knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was the one. The last face she came to was that of their supposed savior. He'd was the one supposed to bring our salvation. Send us home. Aaron.
"Aithne is ready." Aaron told our council. The supposed "second in command" (more like first until Aaron came of age) took a hard, questioning glance at Aaron. This man was Albatross (Albee for short).
"Are you sure?" Albatross was thinking. Aaron couldn't read his mind, but he could see it in his face.
"Aithne is ready." Aaron repeated. Albee sat back in his seat, still not satisfied with Aaron's decision. "And so am I." Albatross flew from his seat, suddenly standing before our savior.
"What do you mean you are ready?" Albee inquired angrily. He'd been sitting on the throne for seventeen years. She'd been alive for sixteen of those.
"I'm going with Aithne," Aaron informed the council. Aithne personally preferred to go alone, but she couldn't go against the wishes of the one who would lead our group. The entire council was in uproar, the councilmen arguing their opinions towards Aaron simultaneously. "Enough!" Aaron shouted, quieting the entire room. "I've decided." There was nothing more that the council could contribute. If our savior had decided he was to accompany her, he would do so.
Confused yet? Good. Because all will be revealed. Just give it time.