Teaser for Eye of the Council
Wishes were an odd thing.
Some wish for the impossible to happen, like for the world to change to suit their life.
Many wishes, however, were spur of the moment, sometimes nonsensical, and passed quickly.
When the alarm went off, and her warm and comfortable slumber broken, Caren Ortensia wished that she possessed the physical strength of her bed mate to simply crush the loud device, preferably into a million pieces.
Needless to say, her current wish was of the latter category.
As she did not posses the physical strength of her lover, she settled for simply turning it off.
Buried face first in her pillow, she reached out with her left arm and blindly attempted to find the offending alarm. It took her around thirty seconds before she finally found it, and switched it off.
With Herculean force of will, Caren somehow managed to force her self out of bed. Her long white hair fell in front of her face, not only obscuring her vision, but also getting in her mouth when she tried to yawn.
"Perfect way to start the morning." she muttered as she spit out a few loose strands of hair. She was fairly sure the other occupant of the bed was still mostly asleep. "There should be a universal law against waking up this early.
"You think this is rough? Then you've obviously never been on campaign before."
Caren, looking to her right, blinked twice, "You're awake."
Obscured by the thick fur blankets, her partner responded "I am, hopefully not for much longer though."
Caren rolled her eyes before getting out of bed. She was dressed in a black nightgown with blue sleeves. She slipped her feet into white slippers and stood up before addressing her partner, "I'm going to make breakfast, do you want anything?"
"I want to sleep."
"So do I, but I don't think either of us are going to get it today." With that, Caren walked out their bedroom, silently wishing that she didn't have to work today.
At first glance, the apartment Caren shared with her lover were simple. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a communal sitting area, and a combination kitchen/dining room. If one took a closer look, they would see various works of art from a myriad of different cultures and races. From an interior design standpoint, none of it went together, but Caren did not care.
The contents of her pantry mimicked the rest of her home, with a wide array of food and drink. Magic kept most of the food from either rotting, becoming stale, or simply going bad.
She selected a whole loaf of bread, (which was bluish in coloration), placed it on a wooden board, and drew a medium sized serated blade from her knife rack.
Before she could cut the bread however, a familiar chill went down her spine.
Sure enough, bluish-black smoke appeared behind her before finally solidifying into a winged creature. It had five eyes on the left side of it's face, and would probably had an equal number of eyes on the right if it weren't for a nasty series of scars that occupied the general area where the sockets were meant to be.
"Well?" the creature asked impatiently.
"Well what Watcher?" Caren asked as she started to carve slices off the loaf, "The last time I checked, Eyes don't take orders directly from the Council, so I can ignore you all day."
The watcher scoffed, "You know I'm not here for you wench. Where is he?"
"I'm right here darkling."
The Watcher turned it's head and saw the object of it's inquires.
He stood around seven feet tall, and was extremely broad shouldered. He was shirtless, showing off inhuman muscles, and an impressive collection of ugly scars. His left arm was a stone prosthetic, with what appeared to be magma flowing just underneath the surface. In his right hand he held aloft a great sword, almost as tall as he. His white hair, and glowing blue eyes almost made him seem like an angel, but the aura he projected disproved that notion.
"What does the Charred Council want of their Horseman?"
He was War, Rider of the Red Horse, and like Caren, he wished he didn't have to work today.