Disclaimer: I don't own anyone who was ever in the game.

Author's note: This chapter's probably going to be pretty short; fair warning.

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Deep in Mayfil, where neither mortal nor spirit dare tread, lay a huge cavern. The walls and ceiling were rounded and bare, save a row of unlit torches circling the ceiling. In the middle of the cavern, a small pool of water stood elevated three feet above the floor in a basin made of rock. The pool of water was three feet in diameter, and the water was clear.

There was a sudden foom as light filled the cavern, the torches on the ceiling suddenly lighting, seemingly by themselves. Two figures suddenly appear on opposite sides of the pool of water, facing each other.

They were both wearing long cloaks that reached the floor, hoods casting a shadow upon their faces. The cloaked figure standing closest to the entrance of the cavern wore white, while the other wore black. After a few moments they spoke, male and female voices echoed around the cave.

"Show us the chosen ones."

They both looked down into the pool of water as the surface of the liquid changed from clear to a flat gray. Then an image appeared; fuzzy and unclear at first, then the image sharpened and colors became more defined.

The two figures were watching the conference room inside Indel's castle, where eight people sat at a table. Two Winglies, both female, and a male Giganto were among them. The two figures, however, kept their attention on the older female Wingly and the Human woman with her hair in a braid.

"Interesting," said the figure in black, his voice deep with a slight echo. "Life has chosen a Human for her cause."

The figure in white looked up at him, her female voice echoing though the cave. "At least I chose one who has no family that has not been taken by Death."

"And in that way, I have helped you. But it should not matter; they are both merely tools, and will be disposed of once their objective is complete."

"Yes," agreed Life as she looked back down onto the image. "It is their only purpose now. Their lives for the lives of many." The hood tilted to one side slightly as the King of Serdia entered the conference room, looking a bit annoyed. "The unborn heir to the throne; it senses something is wrong."

"Naturally, as the Queen is distressed. Her king is leaving on a dangerous journey; she knows he could very well lose his life."

"Which will not happen, correct?"

Death nodded. "Correct. I will not take the life of royalty during this period of time. Their cooperation may be needed. Falkor will be a very difficult opponent for the Dragoons to defeat; they will need all the help they can get."

"I agree."

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Author's note: Meh. Short chapter. Okay; incredibly short chapter. Next one is coming soon.