We were inside a building; though it looked more like a large wooden cabin.
I was sitting at a table with a couple of other people I couldn't
recognize. We were all dressed in black. A few wore robes or capes. There
weren't like the bathrobes like today. The robes I saw looked like a trench
coat. I couldn't see anyone wearing any witch's hat or having any brooms
near him or her. Imagine what people can make up in their head.
There was a meeting about to take place. Everyone there was important.
There was Rhianna of Sria, Throm of Michtal, Via of Angacras, and even
Gabriel of Mandea.
All are very strong and powerful leaders. I, Hel of Angelus, was here for a
meeting with the council, along with everyone else. We were brought here to
be decided who would take the new seat in the council. One of the council
members were killed, excuse me, murdered. No one knows who wanted to kill
James of Aragon, except to take his power. He was the Lieutenant, meaning
he was second in command. Someone wanted him dead, and I wanted the
murderer found.
Most people were afraid of the council, so it had to be someone with power
to be able to murder James. I'm taking a guess, but I bet I was invited
over here so they could accuse me of murdering James...though I wouldn't. I
never would. I couldn't.
I was engaged to him. Well, I should say were. Those pretty blue eyes and
the soft blonde hair, any girl could fall head over heels for him. The
engagement broke when my family heard of the proposal and took me away from
James. James and I belonged to each other, but yet...we weren't. Everyone
was born into a bloodline. I was in Angelus and he was in Aragon. Don't ask
me why our titles have our bloodline in it. I wouldn't have a clue. Then I
looked over to the podium.
"Attention everyone," spoke a hooded man. Why does everyone here look like
they're here for an execution? Hmm, I rather not know. "My master asked for
the best magical leaders to gather for a joining of a new council member,
and the new member will be one of you." I knew it. They needed thirteen
council members to fill the circle, not twelve. Twelve just wasn't enough
power.
Then Throm spoke, "Then I shall be in the council. I'm am better than
everyone else here." Then Hell began.
"Enough," came the voice from the podium. Everyone ignored him, or maybe
they didn't hear him. Either or, I believe I was the only one who stopped.
The fight was getting out of hand. Tables were broken, people were being
thrown, and some even had swords out. Did I mention that this was getting
out of hand? I grabbed the nearest chair and stood on it.
I cleared my voice and then spoke, "If anyone doesn't stop this, then I
will officially challenge anyone who wishes to fight. This is a macabre
battle without any meaning. As for you Throm, how dare you think you are
better than the rest of us. You just want to start another war, just like
the one you started 10 years ago on this very same day." Throm was the
reason half of the night world died. He befriended the Aztecs and put them
to war with the night world. The night world consists of witches, vampires,
werewolves and every other wereanimals. Throm burned a village full of
Aztecs and blamed it on the night world. Of course, I couldn't prove it and
the only one who could prove it with me was James. Now, I think about it
maybe the murderer was Throm. "Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded, except one. Guess who? You got it, Throm. I stepped off
the chair while Throm walked up to me. He kept his voice low, "You, Hel,
are a weak fool just like your bloodline." I heard some gasp at his words.
"Do you challenge me, Throm? Make your decision wisely." My voice was an
exactly replica of his. I was ready to fight. He insulted my bloodline and
me, and if he chose to fight me he better be ready for the biggest battle
of this lifetime. He stopped about one foot away from where I stood.
"Yes." One word spoke it all.
"We fight at dawn at Chicanda Hill." I spoke while looking into his eyes
with an unemotional face. Then I heard footsteps. I glanced over at the
noise and I saw the hooded man from the podium walk to us.
"If you fight Hel, Throm of Michtal, you will be fighting a council member.
Remember, if you lose, you lose your powers and your rank as leader of
Michtal." He nodded at the words.
Then his eyes grew wide, "Wait! She is the new council member, she is too
weak." A member of the council, what a great honor. Me! I couldn't stop the
smile that appeared on my face, no, I didn't want to. Throm was looking
like a crazed member of the mental society. How fun.
"If she is so weak, then how would Hel be able to stop everyone in this
room from killing each other? If she is so weak, how come she had enough
control to not join in the fighting? You couldn't even do either one." Then
the man threw back his hood. He turned to me and spoke, "Come, Helen of
Angelus, time to unite you into the council. First, I shall take you to
meet the others."
I was sitting at a table with a couple of other people I couldn't
recognize. We were all dressed in black. A few wore robes or capes. There
weren't like the bathrobes like today. The robes I saw looked like a trench
coat. I couldn't see anyone wearing any witch's hat or having any brooms
near him or her. Imagine what people can make up in their head.
There was a meeting about to take place. Everyone there was important.
There was Rhianna of Sria, Throm of Michtal, Via of Angacras, and even
Gabriel of Mandea.
All are very strong and powerful leaders. I, Hel of Angelus, was here for a
meeting with the council, along with everyone else. We were brought here to
be decided who would take the new seat in the council. One of the council
members were killed, excuse me, murdered. No one knows who wanted to kill
James of Aragon, except to take his power. He was the Lieutenant, meaning
he was second in command. Someone wanted him dead, and I wanted the
murderer found.
Most people were afraid of the council, so it had to be someone with power
to be able to murder James. I'm taking a guess, but I bet I was invited
over here so they could accuse me of murdering James...though I wouldn't. I
never would. I couldn't.
I was engaged to him. Well, I should say were. Those pretty blue eyes and
the soft blonde hair, any girl could fall head over heels for him. The
engagement broke when my family heard of the proposal and took me away from
James. James and I belonged to each other, but yet...we weren't. Everyone
was born into a bloodline. I was in Angelus and he was in Aragon. Don't ask
me why our titles have our bloodline in it. I wouldn't have a clue. Then I
looked over to the podium.
"Attention everyone," spoke a hooded man. Why does everyone here look like
they're here for an execution? Hmm, I rather not know. "My master asked for
the best magical leaders to gather for a joining of a new council member,
and the new member will be one of you." I knew it. They needed thirteen
council members to fill the circle, not twelve. Twelve just wasn't enough
power.
Then Throm spoke, "Then I shall be in the council. I'm am better than
everyone else here." Then Hell began.
"Enough," came the voice from the podium. Everyone ignored him, or maybe
they didn't hear him. Either or, I believe I was the only one who stopped.
The fight was getting out of hand. Tables were broken, people were being
thrown, and some even had swords out. Did I mention that this was getting
out of hand? I grabbed the nearest chair and stood on it.
I cleared my voice and then spoke, "If anyone doesn't stop this, then I
will officially challenge anyone who wishes to fight. This is a macabre
battle without any meaning. As for you Throm, how dare you think you are
better than the rest of us. You just want to start another war, just like
the one you started 10 years ago on this very same day." Throm was the
reason half of the night world died. He befriended the Aztecs and put them
to war with the night world. The night world consists of witches, vampires,
werewolves and every other wereanimals. Throm burned a village full of
Aztecs and blamed it on the night world. Of course, I couldn't prove it and
the only one who could prove it with me was James. Now, I think about it
maybe the murderer was Throm. "Is that clear?"
Everyone nodded, except one. Guess who? You got it, Throm. I stepped off
the chair while Throm walked up to me. He kept his voice low, "You, Hel,
are a weak fool just like your bloodline." I heard some gasp at his words.
"Do you challenge me, Throm? Make your decision wisely." My voice was an
exactly replica of his. I was ready to fight. He insulted my bloodline and
me, and if he chose to fight me he better be ready for the biggest battle
of this lifetime. He stopped about one foot away from where I stood.
"Yes." One word spoke it all.
"We fight at dawn at Chicanda Hill." I spoke while looking into his eyes
with an unemotional face. Then I heard footsteps. I glanced over at the
noise and I saw the hooded man from the podium walk to us.
"If you fight Hel, Throm of Michtal, you will be fighting a council member.
Remember, if you lose, you lose your powers and your rank as leader of
Michtal." He nodded at the words.
Then his eyes grew wide, "Wait! She is the new council member, she is too
weak." A member of the council, what a great honor. Me! I couldn't stop the
smile that appeared on my face, no, I didn't want to. Throm was looking
like a crazed member of the mental society. How fun.
"If she is so weak, then how would Hel be able to stop everyone in this
room from killing each other? If she is so weak, how come she had enough
control to not join in the fighting? You couldn't even do either one." Then
the man threw back his hood. He turned to me and spoke, "Come, Helen of
Angelus, time to unite you into the council. First, I shall take you to
meet the others."