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Prologue
The Supreme Council of Arcanavale, probably the three most influential Great Elders in the land, were perplexed.
"I sense trouble- something dark stirs" muttered Jesus, sitting on the seat that swung gently between two saplings. He stared out at the beautiful landscape spread out under him -the Council headquarters being located on a gentle hill further away from Olympia, the metropolis capital of Arcanavale- one hand supporting his chin, the other toying with the golden crucifix that hung from his neck.
"I agree- great changes will sweep over Arcanavale" said Azrael. Of the three, he was the most brooding, the most silent. He stood under the shadow of a gigantic tree, the bark glowing golden, the leaves silver. Around him, the shadows were deeper, as if the black cloak and cowl he wore radiated darkness- which of course they did.
"Chance favors the prepared mind" stated the third member. Of the three, he was the most simple-looking. He sat at the low couch that was by Jesus, and was toying absent-mindedly with a pen. One golden circle glittered in his left ear.
"Indeed, William" said Azrael. "We must be prepared"
"And what better place than the birthday of Satan's spawn than to gather information about darkness?" remarked Jesus. "It will be tonight"
"We might learn something, yes" said Azrael. "Where?"
"Satan's mansion, I believe" replied Jesus.
"However, our presence will close mouths that would otherwise be talkative" noted the Bard.
The three were silent as they pondered this new development. William scribbled something on his sheaf of paper he always carried around- his way of concentrating, while Jesus's hand twisted frenetically around the crucifix, his only sign of movement. Azrael was also stock-still.
"William, you are, as always, correct" said Azrael, after a long pause. "We must send an envoy- Malcolm, I think, would do well"
"The scholar?" asked Jesus, raising one thin eyebrow in surprise.
"He and I are good friends, and he knows how to be indiscreet" insisted Azrael. "He also is rather popular. Are we all in favor?"
"Very well" said Jesus "the boy should be given a chance"
"A fool thinks himself to be wise, yet a wise man knows to be a fool" quoted the Bard.
"Point taken" said Azrael- the Council were probably the only ones that were able to decipher Shakespeare's cryptic quotes. "We shall act with caution"
"Have him brought here" decided Jesus.
Azrael nodded, then he walked back, into the gargantuan marble palace that stood further back, the ten-meter tall crystal doors sliding open soundlessly.
Shakespeare, out of the corner of his eyes, thought he saw something. He glanced up and saw, on the golden domed roof, a tiny black speck. He polished his horn-rimmed glasses and looked back up.
The speck was gone.
"Darkness stirs" he murmured. "We must act decisively in our prudence"
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