This is a short chapter, but I thought it would be better to just put it in one.

Enjoy. There's not many left! 

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The room we stepped in wasn’t fancy like Basil Greek styled palace on Atlantis had been. It was archaic beside it. Everything was in rock, of course, and there were flaming torches on the walls around, lighting it. It was completely empty aside from the many squared rocks forming a circle around the room maybe ten feet away from the wall. We stood in the middle of it.

I was still holding Matt’s hand tightly and he wasn’t letting go either.

Plead your case, Young Ones, the voices summoned.

Garret took a deep breathe before he started to talk, “You know the facts, the thoughts in our head, we just helped Jasmine and Baron escape Basil’s yoke. We think he is planning something, something that will cost humans live again and we think he has done enough damage already.”

Garret stopped talking and waited. For what, I wasn’t sure, I just knew that everything happening right now was very unsettling.

Where were the Spirits? Yes we could hear their “voices” but we were completely alone in the room.

You may continue, the voices finally added.

Garret took another breathe. “We can’t let Basil kill more innocent humans. If he does he will bring attention to Immortals and eventually Spirits too. Humans don’t deal with unknown well, not at all. The last thing we need is a hunt against our kind. It needs to stop. We have to stop him. And so we came here to get that permission. The permission to finally stop him.”

And why have you come this time, why are you asking our permission when the last time you only acted of your own accord?

The voices sounded a bit pissed.

“We’re trying to do things the right way.” Matt said beside me, squeezing my hand.

We are glad that you didn’t act only following your assumptions though they are founded. Basil needs to be dealt with.

“Thank you” the three men with me said simultaneously.

They were about to turn and go back but the voices stopped them, their tone almost smug. Indeed Basil’s time has come. But you will not do it. You have already done enough. We will take care of it this time.

“But we should take care of this, we started it, we ought to finish it,” Baron frowned.

“For decades you have roamed freely on earth, acting as you please, taking matters into your own hands. You have done enough. We will take care of this and then you will Rest for the next decade to ponder over what you’ve been doing. This ought to clear your heads.

“Freely? I’m sorry, have you seen the right memories? For almost two decades Basil had me rotting in his cell! Now maybe my definition of freely is flawed, but I doubt that’s considered so!” Baron definitely looked mad.

I squeezed Matt’s hand tighter. For some reason, it felt like you shouldn’t be arguing with the voices. And if Baron pissed them off, we would be in trouble, wouldn’t we?

You are hostile Baron. You are in obvious need of Rest and thinking. It is not because you have material forms that you are humans. You have to remember what you are, whether you like it or not. You are Spirits and you need this. The irrational material part of you is telling you otherwise but once you get into Rest you will know the soundness of our saying.

The voices were soothing but commanding at the same time.

“I’m not going to Rest. I’m not going to sit around and let Aaron’s murderer be dealt with by people that didn’t want to do anything decades ago but suddenly want power to arrange things because the mean guy will be at their door step.”

The voices rang, crystal clear in my head and in the one of my companions. We knew that your first campaign would be a failure Baron, there was no point in helping you back then. There was no point. Getting involved at that moment would have been unwise.

Even though I had just thought about the fact that standing up against the voice would be a bad move, I couldn’t help but burst at the end of their little speech. I had had enough. “Unwise? Are you serious? You knew it would happen and yet you just let them go? You let people be slaughtered? You let my father die and you knew?”

I couldn’t take any of this anymore. There was no logic in this world I had been brought into just… days ago? Was it days? It felt like years.

The Spirits claimed they were being logical while they were only being cowards. They knew and they had let my father die, a man I hadn’t known but still. My father was dead because of them. All my family was dead because of those stupid Immortals and Spirits.

Young One, it is not because we have the capacity to be all-knowing that we are so. We did not know the extent of your father’s failure. And your father chose his own faith by scarifying himself for your mother

“You know what? I don’t care what you think, or who you think you are, how powerful, you think you’re acting! Baron is right. You are cowards. You don’t even show yourselves! Cowards! And now that you enemy will come at your door you want to deal with him. When you could have gone and stop him before, when you could have gone and take care of him before he killed ALL my family!”

If they had done that, none of what was happening right now would have been. I would still be happy, at home with mom and dad and probably with Matt too, and Sarah and Leah… heck even Asthon. I missed them. I missed my friends. I missed my home. I missed my life. My simple life. My uncomplicated life. And they did this, them! It was all their fault.

“ALL of this is YOUR fault!” I shouted.

Baron shouted with me, “All those years you’ve done nothing bu,”

But the voices stopped him. That is enough. You will not get involve in this matter. You will stay out of this. You have done enough!

We both opened our mouths to argue but they cut us again.

Escort them out, they ordered to the guard under their control. Again, they weren’t even doing it themselves.

But the sheer command there was in that statement gave me chills. I almost wanted to do it myself.

No one bowed, as we walked out of the room, the guard on our heels.

In a way, I was happy with the fact I wouldn’t have anything to do with Basil death if he was killed, but in another, I was furious at those Spirits for not stepping up sooner. By doing nothing they were killers themselves.

We were silent as we walked in the cavern, walking slowly, much much slower than we had come.

I still hadn’t let go of Matt’s hand.

He’s the one who broke the silence first. “Well that went rather well”

We all looked at him, while he chuckled, and I shook my head, smiling against my will.

Trust Matt do make things right… sort of…