Marcus's point of view

There was silence in the council room, but not in a peaceful sense. Between the high-backed seats and the polished oak table, there was an unsaid charge that pervaded the air. With my arms folded, I stood close to the head of the table and watched Elder Greta enter the room with her customary air of icy power.

She came towards her seat and said, "Marcus," tilting her head slightly. Her piercing look mirrored the austere style of her silver hair, which was pinned back.

"Greta," I answered, maintaining a steady tone. "I appreciate you meeting me."

With a slight smirk tugging at the corner of...