At the Counil of Nations, all was going well. In that little pocket of
the Dreaming used for secret meetings for centuries, the begginings of a
pact against the foul menace of Alatta were being created. The Archmage
leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. What could go wrong?
All they had to do was find the Golden Mirror, use it at the Oracle, and
then destroy Alatta's disciples. Victory seemed certain.
Suddenly the archmage felt a presence iin the chamber. From the gasps
about the chamber, it was obvious that the others had, as well. Glancing
about, the Archmage noticed a fiery image hovering in the air above the
Eerith delegation. Spells of warding were being chanted all aross the
room. Then the presence spoke.
"YOUR SPELLS DO NOT WORK HERE. THERE IS NO NEED TO BOTHER WITH THEM."
Silence fell.
The Archmage turned to the presence, "We'll stop you. You cannot win,
Alatta."
"YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME? YOU DON"T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM. ALL YOUR
PLANS ARE KNOWN TO ME. MY SERVANTS HAVE BEEN REPORTING ON YOUR
ACTIVITIES HERE. I HAVE COME TO TELL YOU THAT MYR-KUN IS NO MORE."
Startled exclamations filled the chamber.
"ONE MORE THING. GUARD THE CROWN OF MIR WELL, MY UNWORTHY SUCCESOR. I
WILL NEED IT WHEN I CLAIM MY THRONE."
With that the presence vanished, leaving only chaos behind.
Aaron Nowack
"Never let reality get in the way of a good hypothesis."
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