Silver haired and with a piercing brown gaze the old man stared out the massive window that adorned his marvelous room, worked from the finest marble and with mural’s on the wall, images of angels, and the Creator and his holy hounds hunting the shadows away from his paradise. He wore pure white robes that were adorned with gold lining and the Sign of the Cathedral of Light on the back, a Golden sun surrounded by Falling silver leaves.
It was a beautiful image that the Ogier mason’s had made and every day that he awoke to the images was a good day to the Old Man, but today he wore no smile, just a hard-set grimace. His dreams of late had troubled him, the Creator had shown him things for the past month that he wished to never see, but as Keeper of the Light he had to, no he Must.
The Keeper noticed the slight creek of the massive double doors that kept visitor’s out and noted the padding of soft feet and spoke without turning. “Mikel, what news do you bring me this glorious morning.” Mikel, the young servant started but quickly regained his demeanor and spoke with a melodious voice unfitting for his large stature. Mikel was of dark skin and was highly religious, believing that only a select few, those who had earned the right should be allowed to walk the hallow hall’s of the inner Cathedral, of course he believed he was one of the few.
“Mi’Lord Keeper, the Ser Knight has arrived, and awaits for you in the Hall of Mass Worship to speak with him at your leisure, and the Lady Akasuna is waiting in the Chamber of Angels for you as well.” The Chamber of Angels was a most holy chamber and named very truly as it was the very room where the true Angels would come and show themselves in a physical form, but they hadn’t shown themselves for nearly three hundred years. Mikel’s voice nearly went to a hiss as he said the Ladies name.
The Keeper nodded as he turned with a smile. “Bring the Ser Knight to the Chamber of Angels, and pray tell, what of my Sister and her charge?”
Mikel bowed as he spoke, but his voice was tight. “As Mi’lord wishes and The Lady Fersonthe shall arrive within the hour with her charge, with your Leave Mi’Lord?”
The Keeper nodded slowly and Mikel spun quickly around and walked out at a haughty pace, The Man was certain that the Knight would have to find his way to the Chamber of Angels by himself as Mikel was spiteful to those he believed unworthy, but that would be lost as he served time in the Cathedral and lose his young-bred stubborn streak.
The man gathered his robes around him and set a brisk walk towards the Chamber himself, his steps sounding through out the massive marble walls of the Cathedral, and after what seemed like a hour, he came into the Chamber, his robes being slightly moved by an invisible wind that seemed to flow from the windowless chamber, and he sighed deeply at the earthy scent that came with the wind. The room was circular and with a domed top that was adorned with a beautiful mural of angels and beautiful women laughing painted on the ceiling, the pure white marble walls unblemished with windows and doors except for the singular pair of double doors that lead out, and when closed seemed a part of the wall from inside the Chamber.
“Good evening Lady Akasuna, I hope Your accommodations were to your liking.” the keeper spoke as he walked towards the only other free chair that rested next to the table.
The woman was sitting in the other stout, white, wooded char that seemed to be part of the Marble it rested on, it’s counter part chair and table the same. Ogier woodcraft was truly the best, and she was sipping on a frosted glass cup filled with tea.
“Yes, they were fine.”
She could be considered beautiful but truly the Keeper was attracted to women with a larger bosom, but those days were in his past, and truly he might have a stroke if he tried to be like he was in his younger days.
“That is good to hear, now our other guess should be arriving in a bit.” And as if speaking of him was a summoning the Ser knight strode in just as the Keeper was settled. He was sight altogether in shi polished silver armor, the gold leaves and silver stems that popped out from the breastplate was without doubt Ogier craftsmanship, and a blue velvet cape flowing behind him giving glimpses of the golden crane, from that same invisible wind that came from the windowless room, but oddly enough at his side he wore a simple looking sword, yet seemed to go perfectly with the beautiful armor. The Ser Knight wore no Helm and stood towering over the two sitting in the chairs, his deep blue eyes hardened from battles and long nights of worrying set into a face of stone, his long hair and bangs pulled back into a tight ponytail revealing a tiny scar towards the top right of his forehead.
For a second the Keeper felt a twinge of pity, for he could already see that the knight before him would not live a peaceful life, and that his blood would be spilt because of another’s cause, so much blood, but he quickly shook it off as the Knight placed his right armored hand, curled into a fist, side facing out over his heart and fell to his left knee, his body hunched over and his left fist planted into the marble, his head slightly turned up so he could watch their feet for motion, his deep voice reverberating in the Round Chamber.
“Lord Keeper, Mi’Queen Gasconthia, you honor me with your presence. What can this humble servant of the Light provide to you.”
It wasn’t a question, and the bow was of equal respect to both he and the Lady, but he knew if the woman said the word that the man would have his sword drawn and through his chest in a moment’s notice.
The Keeper smiled, but it did not reach his eyes, he wished that he had never been blessed, for their was much death down this path he was about to give to this man, but not as much as the others and those were not, he repeated in hsi mind, not an option, he had to do this; he had to sacrifice millions to save the billions that would fall if he didn’t.
“My child… rise for it would be dishonorable to ask a boon of you without treating you as a equal.”
They have said the first step of a journey of a thousand miles is the hardest, but for this trip each step would be bound in blood and bodies, but it must be walked. This had to be the begining to save what little could be, Oh, the light help them all.