Marmoot
“I found her,” I announced as I strode into the meeting hall which was a huge empty room with tall, long podium. The advisors were seated behind the long bench, reading over transcripts of our past or writing down our histories. “I found the Queen.”
“What!” They gasped and stood up, parchment flew off the podium in their haste to come to greet me. “Queen Ophelia?
“Yes, she’s just as Rufio described her,” I said. “I didn’t realize she was close until she was right upon me. She must be cloaked, but it’s her and she spoke with me.”
“How did she get there?” Advisor Dius asked.
“She was with the gatekeeper,” I said. “I also met the future gatekeeper.”
“Why didn’t you bring her back?” Growled Advisor Marx.
“For a few reasons,” I said deciding to leave out her not wanting to be Q
