Interlude


"And Lord Dante's younger son is the Balance Guardian? What should we do?" DeJoule said hastily to Azimuth, walking to the Pillars for one of the last meetings the Circle ever had.
"Moebius and Mortanius have a plan, don't worry," assured Azimuth.
"What do they intend to do?"
"I don't know, they say he's too young yet. How old is he, anyways?"
"He's eight."
"Ah..." Azimuth said, walking still faster towards the Pillars.

Back at Coorhagen, Benedetto was trying to explain to his parents what had happened at the Pillars. Little Kain had been sent, complaining that he felt fine and wasn't even sick, to bed.
"And he just...fell?" a concerned Lady Vittoria asked, crossing her arms.
"Just fell right backwards, Mother. And he backed away from the Balance Pillar...like it frightened him."
"I think...I think it would best to keep Kain away from the Pillars." Lord Dante said, after a few moment's deliberation, "Can you keep him away, Benedetto?"
"Yes, Father."
"Good lad. Now...you go straight to bed too."

A/N: Obscenely short, but there's something longer coming. Really. I swear!