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A/N: Just a little idea that popped into my head. Not sure how it will go but reviews are appreciated thank you!
Prologue
The eleven elders sat around the long table waiting, cloaked and silent. These men were chosen carefully and known for their wisdom and immortality, but most importantly they were the writers of the Book. Everything that has happened and may happen is decidedly up to them, which is why they gather every century to discuss what is to come.
The large door screeched open as the twelfth and youngest elder came running in, panting.
"My apologies," he said, keeping his hood on and looking down. "I did not anticipate the journey here to be this long."
"It is quite alright, Twelve." The oldest elder said, sitting at the head of the table. "Have a seat."
Everyone else waited as Twelve took his seat before turning their attention to the oldest, or the Elder, as they call him.
The Elder looked around and made sure everyone was ready before clearing his throat. "Today we gather here, as we do every hundred years, to decide the future."
Reaching forward, he held up the Book. "As all of you are familiar, this is the Book, otherwise known as the Book of Prophecies. From here on now, everything that is to happen will be decided by us. How it turns out however, will entirely be up to the subjects involved in the prophecy themselves."
Everyone around the table nodded, except for Twelve, for he was new and it was his first meeting. As confused as he was, he quickly nodded along as well, not wanting to drag the rest down with his questions.
The meeting went on without pause, the Elder covering every year of the next century. Finally, they came to the near end.
"The last few years of the next century in this land will be a turning point, and a very important one at that." The Elder said, his grave tone drawing everyone's attention immediately.
"What is going to happen, Elder?" Five queried.
"There will be a curse, a very dark one." The Elder said, reading from the Book. "One that will transport a third of the people in this land to another."
"I-I'm sorry to interrupt Elder, but I have some questions." Twelve stammered, his interruption causing some glares to be sent his way.
The Elder only smiled at him, "Ask."
"Are we still in control of the fate of the people who are sent to this other land?"
"Firstly, you have to understand we do not control the fate of the people involved in the prophecies of the Book." The Elder replied, looking at the inexperienced elder. "We only provide the situations, how they choose to deal with it is their own free will."
Although the Elder did not answer his question, Twelve accepted the answer and sunk back in his seat.
"In this other land, things will happen and secrets will be unveiled. But most importantly, something pivotal will occur."
The Elder paused then and looked around at eager faces willing him to continue, as if to gather effect before he continued.
"The embodiment of Dark and Light will collide in the most unusual way at the most unexpected time. When this happens, the only way to revert back to normality will result in the death of either the Dark or Light."
Immediately a murmur broke around the long table as the rest of the elders discussed this revelation. The Elder kept silent and observed.
"Elder," Three stood up. "Must it come to death? Have not we already experienced the repercussions of wars in the past?"
Murmurs of agreement were supported from the rest of the elders as Three spoke.
"Hush!" The Elder silenced the elders. "I am well aware of what war can bring. But this has to happen in order for the next sequence of events to happen."
"And pray tell, what are the next sequences of events?" Seven huffed indignantly.
The Elder glared at his open defiance. "You should know by now, Seven, that the next sequence of events after the end of the next century will only be discussed after another hundred years from now."
The Elder looked around the rest of the elders, his ire clearly evident. "Our job is to write the prophecies necessary for what is to come next. We don't question why, just how. When will it happen and how will it turn out, is up to Fate and Destiny. Now if no one else has any other questions, this meeting is adjourned."
The rest of the elders quickly filed out of the room, some still grumbling under their breath. Only Twelve stayed, stalking up to the Elder and keeping his head down low at the same time.
Without a glance at him, the Elder spoke. "Do you know why you were chosen, Twelve?"
Twelve hesitated before replying. "Yes, I have a gift."
"And what gift is that?"
"I am the first of this world born of true love."
The Elder turned to face him. "So you know the soul mates of each respective person?"
"If it comes down to it, yes." Twelve responded with such confidence it fazed the Elder.
"Why are you here then?" The Elder asked, eyeing the man in front of him.
"I have a proposal. And it need not lead to the death of anyone." Twelve looked up, finally finding the courage to meet the eyes of the Elder.
The Elder raised an eyebrow. "And why are you still so concerned over this matter when I have made myself clear about it just a few moments ago?"
"Because I know something the Book does not and to do nothing about it with that knowledge in hand is against my existence, Elder." Twelve replied, desperation lacing his eyes. "I am here for a reason and it is to help the people."
The Elder studied the young elder in front of him carefully. Usually, people with such arrogance filled him with distaste and he was sure this kind of people will not be chosen for the long table. But Twelve was right, they were all here for their own respective reasons just like how they were chosen on their own respective gifts, even if it was for a limited amount of time before the next Elder takes the head.
"Speak."
And so the Elder listened as Twelve explained, surprising himself to find it in him to agree to the younger Elder's plan.
"I understand that each Elder reigns for ten years before the next one ascends as head," Twelve said. "I know it will not be you as Elder when that time comes, but I am willing to try."
"As much as I adore your idea, this is not how the story goes. Remember, we cannot change anything in the Book." The Elder sighed.
"Yes," Twelve agreed. "The Book cannot be changed, but Fate and Destiny can. As long as I am discreet, no one needs to know."
The Elder nodded, already knowing how much potential this young elder standing in front of him has. "Let us all hope that way, shall we? As for now, this is the story so far…"