The Veiled Storm
"The storm approaches." Aragon said to Enoch. "It has come through the Veil only once before, and that was nearly a millennium back!" Enoch reluctantly accepted the fact that Aragon was much older and wiser that he was.
"Ok, so it is rare that a storm comes through the Veil, but what harm can it do?" Enoch asked.
"Those are famous last words. If that storm comes through the second Veil, it will nearly destroy the World of Angels!" He said, his voice rising.
"We will have to rebuild the first Veil anyway, and that is not a matter to be taken lightly." Aragon said.
"But where would a storm come from that could break through our Veils?" Enoch asked. "It can't be from Logrus, can it?"
"I'm afraid it can. Logrus is a place of the darkest evil, and Oberon, its ruler, is not known for being nice." Aragon said. "By the looks of it, this storm is his latest concoction for weakening us so he could strike with the armies of Chaos."
"Very well." Enoch decided. "Call a council meeting tomorrow, and decide the best course of action. We shall hope you prevail." Aragon left the castle and headed for Turnul Nord, where the first secret council meeting was to be held in 30 minutes.
"I hereby call this first meeting of the council of secrets to order!" Aragon decided that he should just get it over with.
This had been his first public action against Enoch, and even though it was in secret, If Enoch ever discovered that this meeting had taken place; Aragon would probably meet the same fate as Saradomin had.
There was a cheer as the 50 or so angels he had managed to gather together today sat down.
Aragon began explaining the matter to them.
"As we all know, we are gathered here on this day of the 24th of September to discuss our feelings over the many deeds that our lord Enoch SunRiser has done over the past 75 years, marked from the start of the Angel Saradomin ClearWorld's exile.
As the council murmured its approval of the many atrocious crimes of Enoch, Aragon felt a feeling, a mix of guilt and satisfaction. He decided to let satisfaction take precedence.
Saradomin woke from his sleep to the clap of thunder from the storm raging outside. As most of us know, unordinary storms are only unordinary to the things that they are meant to be unordinary to; those things are mostly unordinary in themselves. Since the Castel de Anglia was rather ordinary, the storm didn't do much more damage than make the surrounding ground muddy and soak the castle. Another cause for Saradomin's waking was his attendant, Julius, entering. Julius was a man of medium height, but compared to Saradomin, he wasn't tall at all, since Saradomin towered to over 7 feet. Julius was not a man for talking much, so he got right to the point of his arrival.
"Lord Emilon requests your presence in his chambers, Sir Saradomin." Julius reported bluntly, and quickly left the room.
Saradomin wondered what Emilon could want him for. He decided to go find out. Emilon's chambers weren't very far from his own, just down in the next tower, where he could see even farther that one could from Saradomin's. As he descended the stairs to get to the next tower, he reflected a little about Emilon and his history. Saradomin had been in exile since before Emilon was born, just after Emilon's father, Emerik, had taken the title of Lord of the Castel de Anglia. Emerik had offered hospitality to Saradomin, and Saradomin had stayed, living in the Castel, and occasionally leaving on a short journey to the mountains, where he could get enough fresh air and Praf to last him another decade or so. Emilon had taken the throne in the 52nd year of Saradomin's exile, after his father had died of plain old age at the age of 83. Now, 23 years later, Emilon had become a good ruler, and had continued his father's hospitality to Saradomin, allowing him to stay in the Castel for the remainder of his exile. Emilon had never been in any major wars, just a few naval skirmishes with the Celts across the sea, when they raided Anglia's trade ships. Saradomin had rarely been called to Emilon's chambers, except in times of dire emergency. He kept this in mind as he knocked on Emilon's door.
"Enter!" came the voice from inside. Although Emilon was trying his hardest to hide it, Saradomin could detect the tones of stress and nervousness in his voice.
Emilon was short, only about 5 feet. His face was darker than a normal person's, although only slightly. His father had been the same. His sea blue eyes reflected worry at the thought of having to call Saradomin. He sat on his armchair and offered Saradomin a seat.
As Saradomin sat, he spoke, "You called for me, Lord Emilon?" he asked inquisitively.
"Yes. Trouble has arisen concerning the matter of both the storm outside and some of the land beyond us." Emilon told him. "It seems the storm is very long. Do you know how long it's been going on for?" he asked.
"Not really. I slept after midday meal and haven't woken up until Julius awoke me." Saradomin said. "Although it seems to be going on for quite longer than most, since it hasn't abated torrential rain yet."
"It's been going on for the past 19 hours. Even with the hurricanes, we don't get that much. And that much rain had bad effects. It seems we've been cut off from the mainland by the river Potree overflowing it's banks and changing course. We are, technically, and island slowly drifting away from shore. Luckily, this happened a few miles up, so there is no danger of overflowing and taking over the castle. Still, it is rather concerning…" Emilon told him.
"I shall go and investigate if that is what you wish, my lord." Saradomin humbly stated.
"I would be very reassured if you did. Although you should fly low to the ground, we don't know what will happen if lightning strikes you."
"I will. Farewell, Lord Emilon." Saradomin said calmly as he launched himself into the air on Emilon's balcony. Who knows, Saradomin thought, I might even find an angel or two in the area. This reassured him, because he knew about the angelic veils. Emilon didn't need to know what this monster of a storm was just yet.
