Chapter 5: The Myth, A Prophecy, A Savior
The air in the council chamber was thick with tension as the mysterious mage stood before the gathered elders, her presence commanding yet unnerving.
Elder Lucien Pendragon, arms crossed and lips pressed into a thin line, finally broke the silence. "you've made quiet the entrance, mage," she said dryly, her tone laced with skepticism.
"but forgive us if we're less inclined to admire your... accessories"—she gestured vaguely toward the voodoo doll at the woman's side— "and more concerned about why you've graced us with your presence."
The room fell quieter still, all eyes fixed on the visitor. To everyone's surprise, the mage let out a low chuckle, tilting her head slightly as though amused by their anxiety.
"oh, relax, Elders," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with mockery. "I'm not here to turn anyone into frogs—or worse. Consider that little display outside my way of breaking the ice.
You Elders are far too serious for your own good." Her casual dismissal only seemed to heighten the unease among the council members.
Grand Priest Agapios Lindqvist cleared his throat, leaning forward cautiously. "if this is merely an elaborate jest, mage, then perhaps you could enlighten us on the true purpose of your visit? Time is precious, and our kingdom faces challenges enough without riddles or games."
The mage's smile faded, replaced by an expression of calculated seriousness. She straightened her posture, her gaze sweeping over the council like a blade cutting through fog.
"very well," she began, her voice now sharp and deliberate. "I am here under the directive of the Six Grand Mages of the human race alliance. My task is simple: to search for the prophesied savior—the so-called 'Light-Bearer' foretold centuries ago.