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The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival
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"But," continued Hurd. "We'll have to put off the vote until next week when Juez is present." Hurd smiled.
"Since we know what his vote is going to be, however, we can go ahead and start the preliminaries. Went, you
take care of it."
"What about the other cities?" asked Bo. "What about our treaty with the other cities which clearly states
that no city will build nor maintain an army nor an air force?" Bo tapped the desk with his pencil twice, then
laid it down.
"Nothing to worry about," said Hurd. "I recently made a pact with the Galaef, and he's going to back us."
Bo whimple raised his hand. "I thought the Galaef wasn't supposed to get involved in planetary politics?"
"There are always exceptions to the rule. And since we mine a valuable commodity on Ar, we have become
the exception. It's time to unify this planet under one government. Now that we have the Galaef backing us,
the opposition will be virtually non-existent."
"Yes, you're right," said Went, "this planet needs to be unified."
Tylr nodded his head in agreement.
"Next," said Hurd.
"Sir," said Went "they're making a few minor adjustments on the new arena, and it has been reported that it
will be completed within the next week."
"Good. Good," replied Hurd.
"Also, I was informed this morning that we now have enough runners to start the run."
"Excellent," said Hurd. "Then we will have the run one week from today in the new arena."
He stood up indicating the meeting had come to an end.
Things are looking good
, he thought.
If all goes
well tomorrow, if Thorne can pull off the usurpation of the Galaef, then, at the very least, I will become the
ruler of Ar. If Thorne fails, I’ll pretend I was forced to be a part of it.
Myra sat behind a small, raised desk thinking about her predicament, and, at the same time, she half listened
to a discussion between the Galaef and Thorne. Since it was a topic of lesser importance, and since she had no
conscious intent on the words, she didn't know what direction their chatter had taken them. In front of her was a
computer input keyboard, and to the left, a horizontal readout screen.
As the conversation in the background became nothing more than a mumble of incoherent words, she
thought back to the beginning, just after her childhood had ended, and remembered how it was that eight of the
nine of the Inner Circle of the Twelfth Padigm had chosen her for this mission. She was told how they had
searched Zorzorsta in every way possible looking for the right person. They even used such primitive methods
as word of mouth, hand written tests, and personal interviews, but in the end it was the intuition of the Seek
which had found Myra for them. Later, Joslin, one of the Zorstas, told how she had brought forth three names
from the golden crystal orb, and then from these three they had chosen the fifteen year old Myra, from Calistay
in the Black Forest, to perform their mission.
Myra stood before them, a frightened young girl watching and listening as they debated her fate. One of the
nine, Cassandra, was vehemently opposed to choosing Myra. She said her intuition told her that Myra would
not only fail, but would bring shame and dishonor which would eventually result in the destruction and
downfall of the twelfth Padigm on Zorzorsta. "She is not the one," she said distorting the circle as she stood up.
But the other eight disagreed, and three times they chanted, "Enter the Gate. Enter the Corridor." And then
Myra was taken to a secret room where a door was opened, and she was pushed forcefully into a hallway. She
was instructed that she must go on alone.
The corridor had a musty smell and was dark with only dim illumination coming from the walls. She
stepped slowly forward, a frightened girl, wanting nothing more than to go home. Suddenly she saw a figure
coming toward her—and then nothing.
The next thing she remembered she was back in the chamber of the Zorstas and the Seek. What happened in
that corridor she could not remember. All she knew was she had a painful little bump on the back of her head,
but it was gone after a few days.
And that was it.
From that day on, Myra was taken under the confidence of the circle and instructed in physical combat,