Chapter Book 11. A Prelude - Book 11
“You do realize these threads have spread,” a short, hooded figure said from a corner of the hallway. “This shouldn’t be happening.”
“And yet it is,” the other cloaked being replied. “Many things happen that shouldn’t or couldn’t have happened over all these years. Yet here you stand, proof that the impossible can happen.”
No sound came as both stood there, aware that none were approaching in the halls of the Archons. Many corridors and corners were like this one, designed to give beings opportunities to meet and discuss things outside the System's or anyone else's earshot. All it took was being willing to come here and pay the price for admittance to the hallways.
“Can the threads be contained? And what of this new one? Should it not be clipped before it grows too strong?” the shorter one asked.
The one who was supposed to answer stayed silent for a few moments, absolutely still and almost blending in with the plain stone. Finally, they spoke, their voice slightly softer than before. “Some have tried, none have succeeded. Right now, the game is changing faster than many can comprehend. Even the ones who thought they were masters of the game have stumbled. I would caution you on trying to control too many pieces that cannot be moved so easily.”
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“Yet with the right motivation, one can often lure a piece into position.”
The taller of the two moved from their spot, not bothering to glance down the hallways to ensure none were coming. Instead, they drew close to the one they had come to meet and stopped just an arm's length away. “Many hunters and trappers have tried such things. Luring a dangerous beast that can turn out how one doesn’t expect. Do not forget Ezreal. He was skilled at what he did and yet played with his food.”
A grunt was the reply to those words.
The shorter, hooded being didn’t flinch, moving to stand just inches from the one who towered over them by a good two feet. “I will not make that same mistake.” Laughter echoed down the hallways as the tallest one trusted the stone to do what they were designed to do. “One like you found out the hard way how untrue that statement can be. Play your game, hope to win, and see where you stand when it is all over. Just remember the price. If there is one thing you cannot escape, it is the rules.”
“Says the one who seems to have ignored them.”
Chuckling once more, the hooded figure turned and began to walk off. “Knowing how to evade them isn’t ignoring them,” they stated over their shoulder. “I must go. Remember the price.”