PROLOGUE
The dark office was quiet.
A faint knock on the glass door broke the eerie silence that lurked liberally for quite a lengthy occasion inside the room. Behind the broad mahogany desk a man cleared his throat and intertwined his jagged fingers for his chin to relax on.
"Come in." He beckoned, his voice was hoarse as if he had not used it for a long time.
A young man clad in a sharp black suit strode in devoid of producing any sound, halting beside a chair pressed in front of the table yet he chose not to sit. For a long time, he gazed under the dimly lit lamp where a folder lies with a piece of red paper sticking out; radiating something he would not like. He took a deep breath before raising his head, folding his hands behind him and primed for whatever thing impending to his way. "You summoned me, chieftain."
The said chief handed him the file with a tired sigh. "The Heartphilla Family finally asked for our aid." His words instantaneously made the young man stiff in his position, muscles tensing unexpectedly. "Their ancestors' avowed foe, the Lillica Family, found out that when the time comes that the Heartphilla's next heir sits on the throne the prophecy will embark on. War will take place. Catastrophe will come to dynamism, and worlds will collide. It really was as what the divination had believed eons ago."
The young man flipped the folder open and a photograph of his latest target greeted him. Below the image follows her personal profiles and the other needed information. The next page that is, lays the principle of his mission.
"She is indeed a very special girl, you know. That is why she was chosen to complete the prophecy. She has a significant part in the Clan's destiny. She is the one that can free us from this cursed servitude." The chieftain said while pulling a drawer to fish for his desired tobacco. "But now that the truth has been exposed to The Other Families, everything we planned is in great peril. It can't be helped. That is why I chose you for this one." He bit off an end of his cigar and fished into another drawer for his matchbox. The motionless young man stuck a hand in his pocket and revealed a silver lion-designed lighter for his chieftain to use. After nodding his thanks, he continued. "I know that you can get this done competently and with no blunder. But for me to be in no doubt…can I count on you?"
"Unquestionably, chieftain. Letting you down is absent in my strategy. I assure you that the prophecy shall not be ruined by anyone."
The man behind the desk stood up with a huff of his cigar. "I know the Clan leaders would be unhappy if the girl got into wrong hands." He rasped. "But we had no choice. The Climax is coming, and the Clans must be ready. I trust you for our success, Leo."
"You gave your trust to the right person." He bowed, tucking the file under his arms.
"Just tell me whenever you need extra hands in your job. We cannot risk something as important as her, you know."
"I understood. But I can handle everything from here, alone."
The chief turned around and approached his closed heavy curtains, breaching them to allow such little light. Raising a hand, he dismissed the perfect man he preferred for the job. Leo, as he called him, bowed for the last time before striding his way towards the glass door which he afresh used without creating any sound. He stepped out of the dark office soundlessly, closing the door behind him.
Once again, the dark office was quiet.