“What is going on?” Alinta, goddess of flame, asked as she entered the big council room. Twelve chairs were around a big round table, but only seven people were seated. She quickly took a chair with a fire drawing on it. Everyone sighed, but no one said anything. Anita raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Haziah sighed, and as he did, ice smoke swirled around. With a wave of his hand, they cleared. “Ramiel has something to say.”
“Then he should get on with it, I would like to know what is so important you have to disturb my sleep,” Alinta rolled her eyes.
“Alinta, you have been sleeping for five years. Have you not ignored your duties enough?” Azura, goddess of water, said.
“My disciples can easily carry out my duties for me, it has never been an issue over the millennia, why should now be diffe
