"You're going to move to Nobilis' Fountain tomorrow at 7 am sharp."

Her mother's words echoed inside of her mutliple times before her brain finally comprehend the meaning of them.

"This early?" Myra choked out, her mind submerged by swirlring screaming thoughts. She wished she misheard her mother and because of that she felt her heart break in million pieces when her mother nodded.

"Since the aftermath of the Solar Ceremony is the moment we're the most vulnerable, given that the previous Doves lost their powers and the new ones aren't able to control them yet, the Council decided to move you and your coworkers at Nobilis' Fountain as soon as possible. They basically want you to train immediately."

Myra wanted to find an argument to refute or at least prolonged the dead line but the decision was so logical that she could only hope for the ground to open up beneath her and swallow her whole.

Sara sent a comforting look towards her and pat her head affectionally.

"I'll help you gather your stuff and if anything goes wrong there, call me immediately and I will make sure that little problem is gone... even easier if the problem is one of your coworkers." To put a little more meaning behind her sentence, she rolled up her sleeves to show a banner of scars done because of a war... which she still refuses to talk about.

"Please don't, you don't need to risk getting caught by the security trying to break in. Besides, I am very much capable of taking care of them myself." With the same intentions as her mother, she took out the pepper spray she always stocks inside of her coat just in case.

Without warning, her mother snatched her item. "That won't do." She shook her head in disapprobation. "If you're able to loose your weapon this easily, you're never going to be able to win a fight, especially in a war like what you're about to step into as a Dove."

She rotates the spray in every angle to examine it. "On top of that, the weapon itself is not very practical either. In the heat of the moment, you won't think about the rotation of the weapon which would then mean that you have a high chance to spray yourself instead of your enemy. I think a bladed weapon would be more useful in a fight."

"Erm..." Myra blinks multiple times very fast. "I... Since when were you a weapon master exactly?" That was the first time she has ever seen her mother acts so confident about something... and that something being weapons was really unexpected for her since her mother pretty much looked like a defenseless doll with her rosy cheeks and delicate traits, of course we can't forget about her silvery voice that could be used as a lullaby by it's use alone.

Sara smiled before turning her attention towards her daughter and handing back her pepper stray. "A legacy from our ancestors, who knows?" Instead of looking illuminated, Myra looked even more confused than how she already was.

"What heritage?" Sara pats her daughter's head before walking away towards the corridor.

"These are things to be worried about later, we have to prepare your luggages for tomorrow!" Knowing there was no way she could extract more information from her mother, Myra sighed in defeat and followed her inside of her room.

"Oh, sweetie! Did you keep that picture of you and Nathan? You guys were so cute back the--"

"MOM! I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK INSIDE OF THAT DRAWER!"

Sara burst out laughing under an angered growl from a crimson Myra.

***

"Lady Windsor, I assure you that I'm not here to hurt you or your mother, I was simply given the task to escort you to Nobilis' Fountain."

"How can I be sure of that? You guys are armed from your head to toes!"

Two (idiots) people, one an imposant middle aged man with a rifle and stocking multiple blades inside of his infinite pockets and a young woman barely reaching that man's chest were arguing at the Windsor's porch at 6 am, in other words, dawn hasn't settled yet.

"Myra please, he has already showed us his identity card, there's no need to make a scene." Sara managed to get that sentence out between heavy yawns, her eyes still half lidded from fatigue.

"I don't care Mom! He has a f***ing rifle! And it has ammo in it I can see it!" Myra, who was the exact opposite of her birth giver, was teeming with energy and clearly awake... but since she was extremely asociable in the morning, she always excessively gets mad about the smallest thing and this, even when she was wrong like right now.

The rifle man looked dead inside while listening to Myra rambling about how she couldn't trust him, he was most probably questionning his choice of work, wondering what he did wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. Even Sara, who was a person naturally patient with her daughter, was starting to get annoyed with her screaming, especially at this hour.

"Look Myra, do you want the entire country to die? No? Cool, then you can go with this man in Nobilis' Fountain and starts to do your Dove's duty." Myra got a boost of energy, which the two of them thought it was impossible, and starts raving again about how careless she was about her safety and more stuff like this.

Exasperated, Sara turned around to face the guard who seemed this close to loose his sanity.

"Am I allowed to stay with her during the journey? She's never going to go anywhere if this continues like this." Infuriated, the officer shook his head with hopelesness.

"No, Lady Windsor is the only one allowed to be aware about the travel to Nobilis' Fountain. I am only here to fetch her and lead her there." Myra glare at the poor man, who starts mumbling something about how awful he was with dealing teenagers, even though Myra has already been major for a while now.

Before the trio could get into another endless argument, footsteps put a stop to it before it even began. The guard, recognizing the person who stepped up, immediately regain his neutrality and knelt down.

"Mother Assecla, may the light be with you." The priestess smiled down at the officer, gesturing him to stand up. "You may rise my child."

The Windsor stayed silent during the whole interaction, Myra clearly having trouble to refrain herself from jumping at the woman's throat and tear it apart to feed it to the officer.

The latter walked up to the two girls, still with a grin plastered on her face. When she got a few meters closer to them, Sara reluclantly knelt down like the guard but Myra didn't move an inch, she withstood Assecla's gaze with pride and arrogance. The priestess didn't seem to be perturbed in the slightest by the lack of respect she was showing towards her.

"Myra." Her mother coldly called her, her sentence unsaid but it was easy to guess what she wanted to say. Her daughter briefly glanced at her pushing stare before turning back her attention to the elegantly dressed woman.

"Do not get angry at your daughter Mrs.Windsor. As a Dove, Lady Windsor isn't obliged to kneel down before me. You may stand up too." Sara did as told, suspiciously looking at the priestess with insistence.

"I wanted to personally congratulate you, Lady Windsor." She looked back at the young adult, her grin widening. "Even though you and your mother has yet to come back reflecting at the Church, it seems like our beloved Vicissim still favoured you, I'm excited to see how you will perform later on."

Myra's whole body shook with anger, she clenched her hand hard, to the point the tips of her fingers turned white. That witch knew the true reason as to why she was chosen and it was certainly not because the goddess acknowledged her out of the people. Thinking back at her actions and the way she was left unpunished made her blood boil.

Sara, who wasn't doing any better, gritted her teeth audibly. Their reactions only seemed to amuse Assecla, which made the two of them want to punch the life out of the priestess. The officer looked back and forth between the duo and the noble with a confused expression.

"However in order to do that, we are going to have to move you to Nobilis' Fountain. I am aware that this modification is unsettling but it is a necessary one. I will send some of my people to keep a look out for your mother if that's what you're worried about. About your concerns for the travel, you do not need to worry for I will personally accompany you."

The end of her sentence made the static guard flinched. "Mother Assecla, with all due respect, you had better not go with us. I wouldn't want to distract you from your busy agenda."

"If you're worried about my duties as Divine Priestess, you can rest easy. I have already finished what was important and cancelled all meetings I have planned. I knew Lady Windsor would give you a hard time so I came here to lend you a helping hand." The officer bowed down, his head hung low.

"Your generosity flatter me Mother Assecla, however I must warn you that even a trustworthy soul like yours," Myra scoffed at the adjective. "isn't allowed to know about the location of the Fountain."

"Wait, are you serious?" Myra exclaimed, voicing the collective surprise of the unthinkable trio. Even the composed Assecla looked lost for a minute there, she probably didn't think a simple officer could refuse one of her requests. The young adult would have smirked if it wasn't for the shock she was feeling.

"I wouldn't joke about something like this. Besides, I could technically cover your eyes during the travel but I'm afarid of dirtying your face with my soiled hands." Assecla shook her head, a smile materialising on her face.

"You are being too hard on yourself, I can see your aura and it's one of the purest thing I've sensed so far. If this is what it takes to lead Lady Windsor on the right path, it doesn't bother me to have my eyesight taken away temporarily." The official nods, looking content from the compliment.

'Amuse the Kings with dreams

Flatter them, pay them with pleasant lies,

Any indignation with which their hearts are filled with,

They will take the bait, you will be their friend.'

This fable written by Jean de La Fontaine that Myra had to learn in primary school made her think about that scene she was witnessing right now. She was pretty sure she was looking at a courtier flattering a king to make him more willing to make him do what they want, in other words, a manipulator.

She wasn't paying attention to the rest of the conversation but for somehow she found herself following the man and the priestess in an expensive looking car which seemed to have been recently cleaned and recleaned. The air inside of the car was pleasant enough but soon enough, Myra had more and more difficulty keeping her eyes open.

Sedatives.

Just as she was about to pass out, she chuckled bitterly. "I know you said Mother Assecla can't know the road we're taking but why make me sleep too? I thought I could stay awake?" Not able to stay awake to hear his answer, if he even bothered opening his mouth, her mind was softly lulled in a pleasant darkness where the voice of a little boy filled her mind again.

"Myra! You have to be careful, some people may seem kind at first but once they get what they want, you will see discover their true nature."

An unamused laugh echoed inside of her mind, that was just a warning for what was going to happen wasn't it? You truly choose your words wisely, Nathan.