Dragon Tooth

Chapter 2

The city of Eynorwa, considered the backbone of the Empire's economy, was home to many Guilds. But most importantly, it was home to the Council of Magic, who supervised its use in the world.

The Council was known for both its magical ability and it secrecy. Their meetings were always classified and held in secret, and little happened without them knowing about it . . . they had eyes and ears everywhere.

A conflict occurred while debating the issue that happened.

“Dragon Tooth has done it again,” said Alex, one of the councilmen, who was sitting. His hair was short, he wore glasses and had a firm look on his face.

“I think I speak for the others as well when I say we have more important matters to attend to other than that Guild,” interrupted Galahad, another councilman of note. He was young, bearded and black haired. He wore a blue cloak that concealed his body.

“They destroyed an entire factory that was used to mine resources for our city!” Alex responded.

“Let them be,” said Galahad, tilting his face to the light. A scar marked the left side.

“Did you not hear me when I mentioned that they destroyed a valuable asset while performing their duties? Galahad?” cried Alex.

“A factory that was filled with bandits. If you ask me, we should thank them instead,” Galahad said.

“Thank them? For destroying a natural resource that contributes to establishing what little we provide for our citizens?”

“I know their Master very well, he will scold them for us. No need to fret,” Galahad continued as the room quieted down at the mentioning of Dragon Tooth's Master.

“Let's move on to issues of more importance than Dragon Tooth. The war between Shadowbane and Longwood has ended,” another councilman announced.

“Really? That didn't last very long. Usually it's years until a war is settled between these Guilds,” another councilman replied.

“I'm telling you, if we don't stop these so-called “big Guilds,” they're going wreak havoc in the tournament,” said Alex. He appeared rather paranoid at the growth that all the guilds have had.

“Ah, the tournament, I forgot. It's in two months' time, isn't it?” asked Galahad.

“You seem to be looking forward to it. Are you?” Alex inquired.

“Why, of course. Battles happening with safe conduct, supervised by the Council itself. It's always pretty when two Magic powers collide,” replied Galahad.

“Three. Three destructive Magic powers. Three you mean,” a voice shouted at him.

“And don't forget the weekly league battles!” another chimed in.

“I heard that Mist will participate this time in the tournament. Have you seen that kid, Alex? He has an impressive Willpower for his age,” Galahad said.

“Mist? Isn't he the nephew of Dragon Tooth's master? Hm, not surprising then, considering he has Atlas's blood in him.”

“Times are changing. The era of Atlas, Lytern and the rest is all but done.”

Everyone quieted down again at this. Coming from the back of the room, covered in shadow, this person would only speak in riddles, and only when absolutely must. She wore a black cloak sprinkled with golden shapes.

“Mira, that's quite a turn of events. What do you mean exactly?” enquired Galahad.

“Soon, my friend. Soon . . .” she responded.

The room grew gloomy as everyone mulled over these words, for never did she speak for naught.