Chapter 126 - Reflections: Son of The Elder

Sunday remained where he was, watching the couple of them engage in some conversation that he was not sure about it.

It was strange to him. He rarely found his father, The Elder out in the open. He was mostly cooped up in the office or perhaps burning incense or at other times, making a patrol of the Ilu and trying to find out just how the people where from their own mouths.

It was strange to just see him out here, like this. And for that, Sunday wondered. Just why would they want to have this sort of discussion. Just about now, Maerius's facial muscles tensed up and he cast a glance towards his direction.

Instinctively, he ducked down, his whole body hidden by the pedestal in other to avoid the glance of the Third Prime. He was rather curious and form the way the atmosphere seemed tensed, he was certain that they would not want to take to him sniffing on their conversation. After all, even the Guards about the High Council House had quite some distance away from them, most likely to give them the privacy needed.

'Just who is that person?' Sunday wondered from his position as he tried to peek up again. He was at the left of the Primes, some pedestals away from them. He was hiding himself just at the farthest edge of the pedestal to the left of it. Hiding in such a way that his shoulder, the right shoulder was to the pedestal and towards the Primes ahead while the mass of it covered him from view.

The mystery figure seemed rather off. Mysterious vibes oozed out of her body. She wore a purple gown or so it seemed to Sunday from where he was hiding. On her head was a magneta toned veil that covered her face from view and in the process, dr.a.p.ed over the rest of her body down before curving to her feet.

In her hand, the right hand was a wooden staff that she held. On the top of the staff was the symbol with which he recognized as the symbol of fate. It was a kind of candle sticks frame curvature with some markings and oddly shaped metals twigs on it.

Sunday frowned at this. He did not know this person. And even if he knew who this person was, the fact that she had a veil over her face covered up her identity, blocking his ability to decipher who she was. But then again, she was holding a staff.

His father held a staff. Third Prime had his sword that hung , strapless from his back. And Second Prime, Anu, had her golden beads that she never parted with, adorning her waists.

And from what he deduced, she had to be a Prime. And if she was, which he was so sure about, she was a Prime who studied the Law of Fate.

And for them to be out here, it meant that something was serious was going on or was about to go on. And that, that piqued his interest. He was going to stick around till he found out just what it was that they were discussing that kept them outside till now.

"You,.. "Maerius shook his head, his facial muscles still contracted. "You cannot say that. You and I know that Fate is never consistent. It is ever changing and what was seen yesterday could mean something else in the morrow."

"Do not pay ignorance, Third Prime. It is destined to happen. Otherwise, they would never have being a vision as this. How long do you want to play ignorance or pretend like the threat of this is not real?" The veiled lady sparked out at him.

The Elder frowned this time, for the first time as he rubbed his temples with the free hand, the other hand holding on to his staff. "Let me get this straight." He swallowed for a moment and shut his eyes with a deep breath. "You are asking me to sacrifice my son for all of this?"

The Elder shook his head and shrugged with his free hand, pointing to the are about him.

"It is necessary, Elder. You know it is true. It is for the greater god of all of this." The veiled lady leaned in.

"No, there is NO GREATER GOOD!" Maerius erupted out in anger, his voice up in volumes. "There is no greater good here. If you ask me, i see a fear spreading into us and making us weak. So weak that we are willing to bank our safety on the death of an innocent child. Sunday will be killed because he is destined to bring destruction to heaven. That is a lie."

"Maerius, bring your voice down." Anu spoke up, trying to put a lid on the now rising tone.

"Do not tell me that!" Maerius countered, unfolding his arms. "How are we sure that these actions you are asking us to take, Orunmila Shope... How are we sure that these actions wouldn't be the reason why Sunday becomes a demon, eh?" He shouted, pointing accusatory fingers at the veiled lady. 

"Sooner or later, he will be a demon." Orunmila Shope yelled back, slamming her staff into the ground.

Sunday frowned as he digested what they said from the rising voices. They were talking about him. About him becoming a demon. A demon.

But why? What had he ever done to have such a declaration on his future?

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