The seer stands in the middle of the Chambers, a pedestal before her. It bears water, reeds, and a mirror upon its surface. The seer places the reeds in the water, along with the mirror, and the water’s surface begins to glow. A golden light flashes, and suddenly a tall woman is standing in front of the seer, on the other side of the pedestal.

“Seer.” The woman greets her, her voice demanding and elegant. The woman was tall, and had golden hair that flowed, eyes like fire. The seer always found those eyes to be mesmerizing, like you could fall into their depths and burn up.

The seer kneels before the woman. “My lady… Pal. What do you say for me?” Her voice crackles from unuse- seers do not ever speak unless to their god. Glancing up, a light bathes the seer’s face, and a glowing strand begins to circle her head. Before the seer, visages flash, and her eyes roll back into her head, barely conscience.

As the lights begin to spin faster, the seer slightly rises off the ground, seeming to be held up by the strands. “Seer, view the visions before you and tell the others to search for the girl. Search for her, and find her.” The seer begins to make choking sounds- as the glowing strand speeds up and lengthens, the seer’s face hidden beneath the light. It begins to cover her entire body, and within minutes of this, she is surrounded by a cocoon. The seer goes limp, and the entire room lights up, filled with the unearthly glow. A flash, and then complete darkness.

Several hours later, the seer sits in a chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by the high abbots and Head Monk. A disciple sits beside her as well, translating what she signs. Everyone leans forward as the seer contorts her hands to explain what she’s trying to say. As she describes what she saw, the listeners begin to appear interested..

At the description of the girl the seer saw, one of the female high Abbots harrumphed. “The way you describe, she could be anyone, and we are no closer to finding her,” she scoffs. An ugly scar twists on her face, as she smirks. “No… we should burn every village and be done with this. Why must we be sent on some goose hunt just before everything is in place? One year, two… Soon, the world will be under our thumb.”

The commander of the force grimaces, an expression gained from facing the same argument many times crossing his face. “Miss Abbot Yeiro. This is not a matter of your decision, but the gods. Has Bricheve not told you yet?” At that, Yeiro winces. Everyone in the room was already aware of her luck with contacting her god, (except perhaps the disciple) but it still stung to have it in the open.

As she opens her mouth to object, High Abbot Kayla cuts in. “That’s it. No more arguing, although thank you for your valuable input. We can discuss it again at a later time, after the lady seer’s report.” The commander smirks a little, and Yeiro grimaces, but both expressions melt into an emotionless mask at a stern glance from the High Abbot. Turning back to the seer, she leans forward. “What else can we use to describe her? Why must we find this girl?”

The seer swallows, and continues. Any arguing within the Council makes her nervous, because she knows if she weren’t possessed and bonded with the most powerful goddess, she could be next. Might be. ‘She has enormous magical potential… We don’t have to search very hard for her- she will come to us herself. But, if we don’t find her first, terrible consequences will be had.’

The Council’s faces were unreadable, and abbots’ dismissed themselves to go think over this in private. After another meeting, all the preparations were finished.

The seer was sent back to her chambers. From her tower window, the highest in the Abbotts, right next to the Chambers, she watched little people scurry around the courtyard, in preparations for the search. No one but the Council knew of what she spoke, and the disciple had been sworn to Nakia, to truth.

They had decided to send out a disciple and a monk. The monk, because of their superiority in battle, and the disciple for experience. Now, trainees scurried back and forth, struggling to quickly seat the dragons. Before long, the seer hoped to have the girl in her grasp. If the god was correct- and she always was- this girl was strong as all the Abbotts combined.