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Water dripped from somewhere high above, the light of the tavern coming from somewhere deeper. A shadow passed through the tall, rocky pillars. With a blue torch in one hand and a smaller hand clasped in the other, the cloaked figure hurried down the twisting tunnels. The smaller person was clearly exhausted, but perked up when they reached a large, torch lit room.
“Finally decide to show up, Mage?” A tall, elderly woman asked. Her tone was as cold as the stone around her, and even her old age didn’t hide that elegance she wore like a dress. Her head wings were folded to hide her eyes, as most elders had done.
She sniffed, eyeing Mage, the taller figure, like she was a bug.
“Apologies, General Loraff.” Mage murmured, settling before the tall woman with the small child in tow. “This brat was being stubborn.” She eyed the little cloaked child.
Loraff waved her off. “Silence, child. The ceremony cannot wait any longer. Ready the boy.” She barked before turning away to head into the crowd of angels.
Mage sighed, then ripped the hood off of the child's head. White locks and four, downy feathered wings flittered before his small hand reached to shield his eyes. Mage rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist. “Listen, brat, General Loraff doesn’t like slackers. Get up there.” She hissed, shoving him toward the platform.
He knew what he had to do before he was ever told. He wandered up, and stood above the angels. Their faces lost in shadow as he closed his eyes, letting the blinding light absorb him as the room fell to silence.