Chapter 6: Secret Meeting
Fagan sighed, looking around at his fellow councilmen. Most of them were much older than he, and he wondered why the elder had chosen him to help lead this council. Fagan had been one of the founding members of the Youth Alliance. He was the great grandson of Maester Mika himself, and believed full heartedly in Yevon, making him the best candidate for the job, save his lack of experience. Still, he felt odd amongst the older men of both Yuna's Council and the heads of the New Yevon party.
Fagan had received a hurried letter seeking his counsel at a secret meeting between the two councils. Fagan knew that Yuna knew nothing of the two councils being joined, but he felt that it was almost common knowledge that the two shared information and advised each other.
The purpose of the meeting was to decide on the problem that Yuna posed. She was not pro-Yevon and was considered a threat to any movement to unite the people under the control of Yevon, which would be administered from Bevelle. Of course, the two councils would merge and rule together. All they needed was her signature, but they knew that wasn't going to happen.
Fagan sighed once more and slowly stood, bringing his hands up, trying to gesture the men to be quiet. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. We must get down to order. We have less than a day to find a solution."
The chosen leader between the two councils, Lord Nyka, formerly a maester, rose. "Aye. Fagan, please be seated. Now, gentlemen, we have a dilemma. We all know that Braska's daughter will not comply with our wishes for the people of Spira. What we must now do is find a way to silence or overshadow the High Summoner Yuna."
A man from Yuna's council, named Clegan nodded. "I agree, but what shall we do? We cannot defy the teachings."
Nyka nodded. "Yes, I know. We must adhere to the teachings. But, if I may," he said, motioning to a thick book laid out on the table. "This, gentlemen, is the book of Yevon. It is opened to page nine hundred and twenty seven. The fifth chapter, second verse reads, 'He who opposes all that Yevon teaches, is the infidel, the heathen, the traitor and he must be taught to love Yevon and his teachings, or die for his sin.' So you see, my friends that the Book states that anyone who opposes us is the enemy, and therefore can be dealt with accordingly. I push forward to vote on dispelling our dear Yuna by punishing her for her sins."
While this seemed to calm some of the worried members, it still did not click in Fagan's mind. He hmmed and thought on Nyka's words while the rest of the men gave their supporting nods.
Fagan blinked, the plan just now registering in his mind. "There are other ways of dealing with this. Negative force is not one! We cannot punish Yuna for believing what she wants...It's not the right thing to do. We could, maybe, try to reinstate her faith in the teachings."
Nyka smiled. "Young one, you are going to have to learn that, if you want to be a prominent leader in this organization, you're going to have to have a strong fist. One that can't be questioned no matter what. Even Yevon himself says so."
Fagan sighed and slumped in his chair, not liking the impromptu lesson.
Nyka continued. "Gentlemen, we have to do something and we have to do it now. She meets with us tomorrow. That something -must- occur after that meeting."
Fagan sighed. "You have a plan?"
"Yes I do, but let's convene for now. Leave separately from the balcony, as to not draw any attention. Do not converse with each other. Go straight home. We'll meet back here in two hours. Don't worry about the guards, they're trust worthy."
The men nodded and stood, shaking each other's hands. Fagan sighed and left first, the rest of them filing out shortly after, obeying Nyka's rules.
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Fagan sighed heavily as he slumped into his chair even more, robe sliding up, revealing his pale shins.
"Something wrong, dear," asked his newly wedded wife, Elaine. She was about his height, roughly five foot six, slender with long sandy-brown hair, jade-green eyes and rosy cheeks. He loved her more than anything else on Spira, and he prayed that she could help him in his dilemma.
He sighed as he spoke. "Nothing's wrong," he replied softly, to which she just shook her head and plopped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hon, that's not the way things look from here. Now tell me, what's bothering you?"
He sighed once more. "It's just...the council is planning something I don't want to participate in."
She nodded, leaning in to kiss his chin. "Well then don't participate in it."
"I have to go with what the council does. Otherwise, I'm back to square one. I -want- to lead someday, Elaine..."
She smiled and put her palm to his cheek. "You -will-, just have faith and you will. Everything will turn out for the better over time."
He smiled and ran a hand through her hair, kissing the tip of her nose. "Thank you for your faith in me."
"Why wouldn't I have faith in you," she asked with a smile, rubbing her nose against his.
"Oh, I don't know..." he replied, lightly pressing his lips to hers.
She closed her eyes and deepened the kiss, her hands kneading into the back of his neck. When the kiss slowly faded, she asked him in a gruffer, deeper voice, "When do you have to be back?"
"In about an hour..."
"Good."
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"Nice to see you again, gentlemen. I pray you had decent lunches," Nyka said, as the members each took their seat.
To Nyka's comment Fagan smiled to himself, nodding in agreement. Nyka went over the formalities once more, explaining that, simply put, everything said and done in the room was completely secret, as was the union between the two councils, blah blah.
Fagan yawned and Nyka took the hint.
"On to business. Many of you have probably conjectured as to what my exact plans are. Well, rather than bore you with having to read mounds of paperwork, I'll just tell you now. Of course, I will pass out an outline of proposed events. This will be what to expect tomorrow."
And with that, he handed a stack of paper to the man closest to him and let the papers circulate.
Fagan received his copy but did not read it, fearing what it said. He simply waited for Nyka to spell out his plans.
"Now, I shall explain each time listed in exact detail. Yuna and the Aurochs will more than likely arrive by airship around nine in the morning. The airship will dock much like a sea-fairing ship, so no extra procedures should be in place here. Since they arrive at the Docks, the will have to make the way to the stadium through crowded paths. It should take Yuna roughly thirty minutes to make it to the locker room alone, due to her high position of power. Look for her normal companions, formerly her guardians, to be with her.
"At ten o'clock, the games start. Yuna and her compatriots will be enjoying the entertainment. The games should last until one in the afternoon. While the finals are being played, the meeting will commence and The New Yevon Council will -try- to negotiate some sort of diplomatic deal with her. We'll just throw a little treaty proclaiming peace between New Yevon and the Maestress at her."
"But how does that tie in with our getting rid of her? If we just sign a peace treaty and move on, how is she out of our way?"
"Clegan, please, let me finish. When Yuna and the Aurochs make their way back to the Docks, two hired men will be on their dock. They will be dressed as Crusaders, but they will be two men I pick from a list of resources. The council will not be able to be traced, so none of you should be worried. With the Crusaders blamed for the two men's actions, it'll be dispersed. That way, any sympathy towards the Maestress within the ranks will be gone, and we can reform our own army. With an army, I do not believe much opposition will befall us."
Another member asked, "And after that?"
"We spread the word of Yevon...and Spira is ours."
Fagan sighed. "And what, exactly, are these two men's actions?"
Nyka blinked, as if someone had asked him the most rhetorical question ever muttered. "They are going to kill her."
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A/N: Told you it was coming shortly. This entire -short- chapter is just insight into the plans of the "Two Councils." Oh, and I added a tiny teeny itsy witsy bit of depth to Fagan. I'm sure this is a boring chapter; so don't hesitate to say so. ^^;; Chapter 7 will be a lot longer, and it won't be boring, I guarantee ^^ Ta-ta for now. ~No One
Fagan sighed, looking around at his fellow councilmen. Most of them were much older than he, and he wondered why the elder had chosen him to help lead this council. Fagan had been one of the founding members of the Youth Alliance. He was the great grandson of Maester Mika himself, and believed full heartedly in Yevon, making him the best candidate for the job, save his lack of experience. Still, he felt odd amongst the older men of both Yuna's Council and the heads of the New Yevon party.
Fagan had received a hurried letter seeking his counsel at a secret meeting between the two councils. Fagan knew that Yuna knew nothing of the two councils being joined, but he felt that it was almost common knowledge that the two shared information and advised each other.
The purpose of the meeting was to decide on the problem that Yuna posed. She was not pro-Yevon and was considered a threat to any movement to unite the people under the control of Yevon, which would be administered from Bevelle. Of course, the two councils would merge and rule together. All they needed was her signature, but they knew that wasn't going to happen.
Fagan sighed once more and slowly stood, bringing his hands up, trying to gesture the men to be quiet. "Gentlemen, gentlemen. We must get down to order. We have less than a day to find a solution."
The chosen leader between the two councils, Lord Nyka, formerly a maester, rose. "Aye. Fagan, please be seated. Now, gentlemen, we have a dilemma. We all know that Braska's daughter will not comply with our wishes for the people of Spira. What we must now do is find a way to silence or overshadow the High Summoner Yuna."
A man from Yuna's council, named Clegan nodded. "I agree, but what shall we do? We cannot defy the teachings."
Nyka nodded. "Yes, I know. We must adhere to the teachings. But, if I may," he said, motioning to a thick book laid out on the table. "This, gentlemen, is the book of Yevon. It is opened to page nine hundred and twenty seven. The fifth chapter, second verse reads, 'He who opposes all that Yevon teaches, is the infidel, the heathen, the traitor and he must be taught to love Yevon and his teachings, or die for his sin.' So you see, my friends that the Book states that anyone who opposes us is the enemy, and therefore can be dealt with accordingly. I push forward to vote on dispelling our dear Yuna by punishing her for her sins."
While this seemed to calm some of the worried members, it still did not click in Fagan's mind. He hmmed and thought on Nyka's words while the rest of the men gave their supporting nods.
Fagan blinked, the plan just now registering in his mind. "There are other ways of dealing with this. Negative force is not one! We cannot punish Yuna for believing what she wants...It's not the right thing to do. We could, maybe, try to reinstate her faith in the teachings."
Nyka smiled. "Young one, you are going to have to learn that, if you want to be a prominent leader in this organization, you're going to have to have a strong fist. One that can't be questioned no matter what. Even Yevon himself says so."
Fagan sighed and slumped in his chair, not liking the impromptu lesson.
Nyka continued. "Gentlemen, we have to do something and we have to do it now. She meets with us tomorrow. That something -must- occur after that meeting."
Fagan sighed. "You have a plan?"
"Yes I do, but let's convene for now. Leave separately from the balcony, as to not draw any attention. Do not converse with each other. Go straight home. We'll meet back here in two hours. Don't worry about the guards, they're trust worthy."
The men nodded and stood, shaking each other's hands. Fagan sighed and left first, the rest of them filing out shortly after, obeying Nyka's rules.
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Fagan sighed heavily as he slumped into his chair even more, robe sliding up, revealing his pale shins.
"Something wrong, dear," asked his newly wedded wife, Elaine. She was about his height, roughly five foot six, slender with long sandy-brown hair, jade-green eyes and rosy cheeks. He loved her more than anything else on Spira, and he prayed that she could help him in his dilemma.
He sighed as he spoke. "Nothing's wrong," he replied softly, to which she just shook her head and plopped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hon, that's not the way things look from here. Now tell me, what's bothering you?"
He sighed once more. "It's just...the council is planning something I don't want to participate in."
She nodded, leaning in to kiss his chin. "Well then don't participate in it."
"I have to go with what the council does. Otherwise, I'm back to square one. I -want- to lead someday, Elaine..."
She smiled and put her palm to his cheek. "You -will-, just have faith and you will. Everything will turn out for the better over time."
He smiled and ran a hand through her hair, kissing the tip of her nose. "Thank you for your faith in me."
"Why wouldn't I have faith in you," she asked with a smile, rubbing her nose against his.
"Oh, I don't know..." he replied, lightly pressing his lips to hers.
She closed her eyes and deepened the kiss, her hands kneading into the back of his neck. When the kiss slowly faded, she asked him in a gruffer, deeper voice, "When do you have to be back?"
"In about an hour..."
"Good."
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"Nice to see you again, gentlemen. I pray you had decent lunches," Nyka said, as the members each took their seat.
To Nyka's comment Fagan smiled to himself, nodding in agreement. Nyka went over the formalities once more, explaining that, simply put, everything said and done in the room was completely secret, as was the union between the two councils, blah blah.
Fagan yawned and Nyka took the hint.
"On to business. Many of you have probably conjectured as to what my exact plans are. Well, rather than bore you with having to read mounds of paperwork, I'll just tell you now. Of course, I will pass out an outline of proposed events. This will be what to expect tomorrow."
And with that, he handed a stack of paper to the man closest to him and let the papers circulate.
Fagan received his copy but did not read it, fearing what it said. He simply waited for Nyka to spell out his plans.
"Now, I shall explain each time listed in exact detail. Yuna and the Aurochs will more than likely arrive by airship around nine in the morning. The airship will dock much like a sea-fairing ship, so no extra procedures should be in place here. Since they arrive at the Docks, the will have to make the way to the stadium through crowded paths. It should take Yuna roughly thirty minutes to make it to the locker room alone, due to her high position of power. Look for her normal companions, formerly her guardians, to be with her.
"At ten o'clock, the games start. Yuna and her compatriots will be enjoying the entertainment. The games should last until one in the afternoon. While the finals are being played, the meeting will commence and The New Yevon Council will -try- to negotiate some sort of diplomatic deal with her. We'll just throw a little treaty proclaiming peace between New Yevon and the Maestress at her."
"But how does that tie in with our getting rid of her? If we just sign a peace treaty and move on, how is she out of our way?"
"Clegan, please, let me finish. When Yuna and the Aurochs make their way back to the Docks, two hired men will be on their dock. They will be dressed as Crusaders, but they will be two men I pick from a list of resources. The council will not be able to be traced, so none of you should be worried. With the Crusaders blamed for the two men's actions, it'll be dispersed. That way, any sympathy towards the Maestress within the ranks will be gone, and we can reform our own army. With an army, I do not believe much opposition will befall us."
Another member asked, "And after that?"
"We spread the word of Yevon...and Spira is ours."
Fagan sighed. "And what, exactly, are these two men's actions?"
Nyka blinked, as if someone had asked him the most rhetorical question ever muttered. "They are going to kill her."
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A/N: Told you it was coming shortly. This entire -short- chapter is just insight into the plans of the "Two Councils." Oh, and I added a tiny teeny itsy witsy bit of depth to Fagan. I'm sure this is a boring chapter; so don't hesitate to say so. ^^;; Chapter 7 will be a lot longer, and it won't be boring, I guarantee ^^ Ta-ta for now. ~No One