Emily's gonna' kill me- Part 7

A dusky meeting room seemed to be the center of attraction for the day. Hundreds of men and women sat around a table and argued with each other. The noise in the crowded room rose and rose, until one had to scream to be heard. Pounding fists and stomping feet echoed the cacophony. Everyone had a different idea on how to deal with his or her present situation, and no one seemed to agree with anyone else.                                                                 “SILENCE!” Came a shout from the far end of the table. Every head turned, every voice hushed, everyone looked up at the cause of the tranquility. Arch Bishop something stood at the far end of the room. His hands were raised and his face was red. Everyone stared at him with the utmost respect and settled in his or her chair to wait what he had to say. Lowering his hands slowly, he placed them on the table in front of him. A profound silence followed, until he began to speak.   “It has been some time over two months since Auril Blade was captured.” He looked over his team of soldiers, paladins, and priests; thousands of rumors had planted themselves in this very room, most of which needed to be cleared away. “Although this has little concern to us, we still need to proceed with our current plan.”   “Plan?” Came a shout from the other end of the room. Every head turned. “You call this a plan? Something, I really think you need to organize yourself a little bit more.”    Something craned his neck to see what the disturbance was. Finally when he discovered the owner of the impertinent voice, he called out to the group, his voice immediately changing to that of a regal officer”        “Knights of the Holy Order recognize 2ed Lieutenant Kisa of the Royal Army! (Omg, I changed it from 3ed Lieutenant! You better be happy!!!)” Everyone rose and saluted in one quick motion. Kisa, who was leaning against a wall the entire time, hands crossed over her chain link shirt, nodded to the group. “Ehhh, Kisa! I am currently unaware for your reason for attending such a meeting as this one. Your duties lie with the King and what he orders you to do.” The young girl simply laughed and rose from her slanted position. “For your information, the King has ordered me to watch over your… progress… scene he thinks your actions of these past few weeks have been anything but helpful. And of course, you know me. Always ready to be on top of things when … others …. are incapable of doing so.” She looked over the soldiers, a small grin on her face. But when her eyes met Something’s, there was no smile. “Tell me, why do you find the incarceration of Auril completely irrelevant?” The archbishop hesitated. “Ehhh, Auril….he is no longer a threat” Kisa’s face darkened. Her voice was menacing. “And what exactly does that mean? The most feared warlock in Azorath does not lose his importance after he has been jailed!...” She looked at the faces of every person in the room, each of them diverted looking in her eyes. Slowly the realization spread over Kisa. She looked back at Something.     “He is no longer living, is he?”     “….No”     “Something,” Kisa walked over to the old man. Easily surpassing him with her tall size, even if her stature was smaller. “If I am unaware of these things, the entire success of this plan will fall apart!” “I don’t see why!” Stamped the angered Arch Bishop. “His death was necessary, but not relevant!” Kisa again chuckled.
            “Don’t you see?” She asked, placing one hand on her hip. “We captured him roughly over two months ago, the same day his two daughters fled from our hands. If in that time they have been hiding, and he is dead.” Her eyes fluttered over the papers on the table as she spoke her last words “Trinity does not know he has died.”     No one understood why that had any importance, but even the Arch Bishop chose to not react. Simply coughing and pointing out: “Lieutenant Kisa,” He looked over the young girl, only 21. Amazing that she had gotten so far in only three years. “What does that have to do with the plan?” Kisa looked from the soldier to the Arch Bishop.   “Nothing.” She said simply. He scowled.   “Well, if that is so, please explain your presence here!” Kisa simply locked into his eyes, staring him down.       “Something, do you recall the beginning of this escapade?” She silenced him as he drew in a breath, it was a rhetorical question. “Of course you do. Now, as soon as we captured Auril and burned his work, we discovered presence of two others. His daughters.” She now scanned the crumpled papers on the table once again. “One, looking at the journal notes we salvaged, was named-“
            “Trinity, yes” The Arch Bishop became very aggravated at the young paladin.     “This girl was also a cleaver warlock. Naturally, we send someone to capture her as well.” Kisa pushed away the singed papers, and uncovered two letters. One she had viewed only recently. Picking one up, she began to read aloud. Before, though she turned to the group of soldiers.   “This was sent exactly two months ago! The first correspondence from the head priest, Kelk.”
            Dear Something,
            I have reached the forest where Trinity and Banna are staying. As you can see, I have discovered that Trinity Blade is not alone. Banna Blade-
            Kisa looked over the letter and laughed slightly. “What kind of mother names their child Banna Blade?” Before reading on.
            Is a warlock in training. She has no idea that we are on their trail or that her father has been captured. In fact, it has come to my attention that Banna might not even know what she is training in. She holds no repercussions or reactions to the dark arts at all. I fear she has been corrupted into something she is completely unaware of. I will work as fast as I can to returning with the warlock in hand.
Kisa turned to the group.” “This Banna…. Blade.” She giggled again. “He brings her up multiple times. It would seem she is not beyond hope. Unfortunately, two months have past. And just yesterday, another letter has arrived.
            Something,
I can only hope this letter gets to you, my magic has been dramatically strained due to a slight disadvantage on my part. Trinity suspects something; I can feel her presence constantly in this forest. She is much stronger than we have expected and I am aware that she has a possibility of overpowering me. Banna is beyond hope, and I only now realize that. I fear that I might have to return home without Trinity Blade. I have convinced myself, I will return home.
            Everyone waited as Kisa looked over the letter, waiting for to continue. When she didn’t they all realized something incomprehendable. “Seeing that this letter was sent well over a day ago, and took over two days to arrive here, it was sure he had cast many spells before this letter. Also-“ she turned the page to the table “-the letter is covered with water drops. Meaning he was splattered with water, or possibly was crying before he cast the spell” She looked from Arch Bishop Something, who had his head in his hands, to the rest of the group. “It is safe to say that Kelk is dead.” No one moved. No one breathed, the impossible has been achieved. The powers of evil surpassed their own. Every body in the room was numb; all save for one, who was already talking. “So!” 2nd Lieutenant Kisa called, slamming the letter back onto the table. “We now know what we’re dealing with! And this power must be stopped!” the Arch Bishop rose from his position and nodded his head. Standing, he called out to the soldiers “Who? Who will take up the task of bring Trinity Blade and Banna…Blade,” Kisa bit down a laugh. “back to Stormwind?” For a moment, everyone stared at the Arch Bishop, before Kisa began snorting.  Holding onto her sides, she burst forth into full-fledged laughter. Tears sprung to her eyes as she doubled over in laughter. Looking up at a shocked Arch Bishop she asked   “Something! Do you not realize what we have here?” She stood up, silencing him before he could anwser again, another rhetorical question. “Sir, Kelk was the Head Priest! THE HEAD PRIEST!” She stomped her foot on the ground. Tears were still in her eyes, but it was for a different reason. “Something! Kelk was no fool, if he couldn’t take down this warlock, none of these fools can!” Her hands were shaking, as tears stained her cheeks. Everyone stared in horror as the paladin cried herself into a fit.
     “A-and if you expect me just to sit here and-and wait for those MONSTERS to slaughter another pure being like, him…” She put a hand to her head and closed her eyes. It was finally sinking in, Kelk was gone. He wasn’t returning. He never would. She would never see his eyes or his smile again, never. All because of Trinity. She wiped her tears away and looked right into Something’s eyes.            
    “Arch Bishop Something” She said, her voice that of a regular officer “I will travel to Duskwood and deal with Trinity myself.” She said with a smile. With that, she turned and stomped out of the room, slamming the doors behind her. At once, everyone began talking. The noise could be heard in the halls where Kisa walked, but her mind wasn’t paying attention to anything around her. Her only thought was the look on his face when they kissed goodbye, her last memory of the Priest she loved. The priest she would never see again. She hardened her will and walked out of Stormwind’s cathedral.