The next morning dawned bright, warm, and full of surprises. A knock at the door awoke Lyria from a strange dream, one which felt prophetic and perhaps even from the Goddess herself.
She had barely called out, “come in,” when Aertis came strolling through the doors, followed by a bowing, nervous looking Navaill.
“I told Lady Aertis that I should speak to you before she comes in, but–” he started to say, but Aertis cut him off.
“But I told him I’ve been waking you up for years and I wasn’t going to stop now.”
“She’s right, Navaill,” Lyria said, sitting up and putting a delicate hand against her temple. “She does this constantly. Despite my requests that she stop.” Aertis just grinned wider, looking pleased with herself.
“Well, I was coming to tell you that the contestants and delegatio
