I had seen enough, I sent the girls away, Safi still clinging to her precious book like her life depended on it. A life was certainly saved by it, at least.
I lay back on my pink sofa, I focused on my breathing and contemplated. I tried my hardest to push out of my head the noise that the book had created within me. I realised I was jealous. Jealous of a little girl.
“Fuck…” I whispered.
The question was no longer about letting the boy live, nor was it about keeping his cultivation. The question was how to make the boy mine?
He had no need for someone like me. I was powerful in Gutura, maybe even powerful according to the world’s standards but according to him? I would be more of a child to him than Safi was to me.
The secret could not get out, no one else could know. Which meant I had to provide a reasonable explanation as to why he was going to remain a disciple. I would also need to offer up a sufficient punishment to satisfy the Grand Elders. If they suspected that I was letting him off easy, they would want to know why.
To add to that, I had to confirm that he was in fact a reincarnator and had not merely found the book and claimed to have written it.
It was a day later, the commune was in order. The Elders lined the hall, the Grand Elders took position kneeling on cushions. The fate of the boy rested in our hands. The discussions had reached my ears, they almost unanimously agreed on killing him.
As the Sect Master, I was seated at the end of the table on a particularly luscious bean bag. I dreaded sitting on my knees for long periods of time, not to mention the provided pillows were deeply uncomfortable.
They looked to me to begin the session. It was only my third time holding a commune of such magnitude, events of this size did not appear all too often. The gathered Elders all held their breath as I raised my hand for silence.
“Let the commune commence,” I began. I had practised my speech to such an extent that people could not help but hang from every word. My voice had a natural charm that I utilised entirely. My authority had never been questioned, whilst my power was immense, I attributed a lot of my ability to maintain leadership to my skills in speaking.
The boy was brought in by Elder Laaka. His short hair was ruffled chaotically, his robe unkempt and dirty. He looked confident, not only in his face but the way he walked, the way he scanned the room, placing each Grand Elder in his vision. His gaze finally landed on me.
I felt immediately locked in place. He captured me instantly with his beautiful emerald eyes. He raised an eyebrow at me which excited me. I admonished myself for being gleeful about impressing him. I didn't even know for sure that he was a reincarnator yet. For all I know I could have just been excited about a teenager thinking I’m attractive.
Our locked gaze assured me, however, that there was definitely something more to him. No one looked this calm in front of me, especially when their fate was being decided.
“Welcome,” said Grand Elder Simone. “This is Lai Sen’o, he stands before us because he assaulted an Elder inflicting a potentially fatal injury,” he said. Sen’o completely ignored him and stayed looking at me, which made it difficult for me to concentrate. “What do you have to say for yourself, boy?” he asked. He was doing his best to sound neutral but everyone could tell that he did not appreciate Sen’o’s actions.
“Sect Master, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, still looking at me. Grand Elder Simone, who asked the question, seethed and was about to shout but I spoke before he could.
“It always is,” I replied, with a teasing smile.
“I apologise for what I did.” He bowed deeply, the enchanted chains keeping his hands together jangled as he moved. “Injuring him to such an extent was not my intention,” he concluded.
“So you intended to injure him?” Asked Grand Elder Simone. His angry expression was much more blatant now.
“Certainly, he was impeding my role as a healer,” replied Sen’o. Grand Elder Simone became flustered, I could tell that he was no longer fit to be conversing with the boy. So, I took over.
“Your role as a healer takes precedent over the request of an Elder?” I asked.
“It does when lives are on the line,” he confirmed. I could not help but agree with his statement.
“How arrogant. You are a brand new disciple, what lives are you saving?” asked Grand Elder Simone sarcastically.
“He saved the lives of our premiere expeditionary team,” said Grand Elder Julia, one of her roles was managing the infirmary.
Grand Elder Simone was taken aback but resolved himself. “Regardless of the reason. He directly ignored an Elder's order and then assaulted him. Such an act is punishable only by death,” he said.
I could tell the room had shifted, more were sympathetic to Sen’o having heard the circumstances. His declaration of the death penalty put ugly expressions on a lot of the Grand Elder’s faces.
“His motives were just, his actions were not. He does not deserve death, but we should rid him of the ability to do further damage by taking his cultivation,” said Grand Elder Julia. She was usually quite ruthless so her stance surprised many.
“We must consider Elder Babive,” said Grand Elder Fred. “What could he have wanted so urgently from a disciple entirely unrelated to him?”
“There was a scrap between Sen’o and two of Elder Babive’s disciples. It ended with minor injuries. Elder Babive said he merely wanted to teach Sen’o a lesson,” another Grand Elder said.
“What initiated the scrap?” asked Grand Elder Fred.
“Sen’o disrespected and ignored the Carrier’s Call.”
“Such a farcical reason? We allow the disciples the freedom to create these factions with the understanding that we do not take part,” said Grand Elder Fred, becoming a little annoyed.
“Elder Babive’s involvement was out of line,” agreed Grand Elder Julia.
“His actions warrant further investigation,” I said. My words gained nods of approval from the vast majority of the Grand Elders.
“Even so!” said Grand Elder Simone, raising his voice once again. He was beginning to tick me off. “That is not enough to excuse the boy.”
“I agree with Grand Elder Julia, death is too harsh of a punishment for the boy. Losing his cultivation will be plenty.” The Grand Elders murmured in agreement to the statement. I creased my brows, it looked as if it was going to be necessary for me to intervene.
I watched Sen’o react, he closed his eyes in resignation. “Actually,” I said. Unable to allow the precious boy to lose hope. “I have an alternative.” Everyone looked toward me. “The Illen door.”
“Isn’t that worse?” asked Grand Elder Fred.
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I had seen enough, I sent the girls away, Safi still clinging to her precious book like her life depended on it. A life was certainly saved by it, at least.
I lay back on my pink sofa, I focused on my breathing and contemplated. I tried my hardest to push out of my head the noise that the book had created within me. I realised I was jealous. Jealous of a little girl.
“Fuck…” I whispered.
The question was no longer about letting the boy live, nor was it about keeping his cultivation. The question was how to make the boy mine?
He had no need for someone like me. I was powerful in Gutura, maybe even powerful according to the world’s standards but according to him? I would be more of a child to him than Safi was to me.
The secret could not get out, no one else could know. Which meant I had to provide a reasonable explanation as to why he was going to remain a disciple. I would also need to offer up a sufficient punishment to satisfy the Grand Elders. If they suspected that I was letting him off easy, they would want to know why.
To add to that, I had to confirm that he was in fact a reincarnator and had not merely found the book and claimed to have written it.
It was a day later, the commune was in order. The Elders lined the hall, the Grand Elders took position kneeling on cushions. The fate of the boy rested in our hands. The discussions had reached my ears, they almost unanimously agreed on killing him.
As the Sect Master, I was seated at the end of the table on a particularly luscious bean bag. I dreaded sitting on my knees for long periods of time, not to mention the provided pillows were deeply uncomfortable.
They looked to me to begin the session. It was only my third time holding a commune of such magnitude, events of this size did not appear all too often. The gathered Elders all held their breath as I raised my hand for silence.
“Let the commune commence,” I began. I had practised my speech to such an extent that people could not help but hang from every word. My voice had a natural charm that I utilised entirely. My authority had never been questioned, whilst my power was immense, I attributed a lot of my ability to maintain leadership to my skills in speaking.
The boy was brought in by Elder Laaka. His short hair was ruffled chaotically, his robe unkempt and dirty. He looked confident, not only in his face but the way he walked, the way he scanned the room, placing each Grand Elder in his vision. His gaze finally landed on me.
I felt immediately locked in place. He captured me instantly with his beautiful emerald eyes. He raised an eyebrow at me which excited me. I admonished myself for being gleeful about impressing him. I didn't even know for sure that he was a reincarnator yet. For all I know I could have just been excited about a teenager thinking I’m attractive.
Our locked gaze assured me, however, that there was definitely something more to him. No one looked this calm in front of me, especially when their fate was being decided.
“Welcome,” said Grand Elder Simone. “This is Lai Sen’o, he stands before us because he assaulted an Elder inflicting a potentially fatal injury,” he said. Sen’o completely ignored him and stayed looking at me, which made it difficult for me to concentrate. “What do you have to say for yourself, boy?” he asked. He was doing his best to sound neutral but everyone could tell that he did not appreciate Sen’o’s actions.
“Sect Master, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, still looking at me. Grand Elder Simone, who asked the question, seethed and was about to shout but I spoke before he could.
“It always is,” I replied, with a teasing smile.
“I apologise for what I did.” He bowed deeply, the enchanted chains keeping his hands together jangled as he moved. “Injuring him to such an extent was not my intention,” he concluded.
“So you intended to injure him?” Asked Grand Elder Simone. His angry expression was much more blatant now.
“Certainly, he was impeding my role as a healer,” replied Sen’o. Grand Elder Simone became flustered, I could tell that he was no longer fit to be conversing with the boy. So, I took over.
“Your role as a healer takes precedent over the request of an Elder?” I asked.
“It does when lives are on the line,” he confirmed. I could not help but agree with his statement.
“How arrogant. You are a brand new disciple, what lives are you saving?” asked Grand Elder Simone sarcastically.
“He saved the lives of our premiere expeditionary team,” said Grand Elder Julia, one of her roles was managing the infirmary.
Grand Elder Simone was taken aback but resolved himself. “Regardless of the reason. He directly ignored an Elder's order and then assaulted him. Such an act is punishable only by death,” he said.
I could tell the room had shifted, more were sympathetic to Sen’o having heard the circumstances. His declaration of the death penalty put ugly expressions on a lot of the Grand Elder’s faces.
“His motives were just, his actions were not. He does not deserve death, but we should rid him of the ability to do further damage by taking his cultivation,” said Grand Elder Julia. She was usually quite ruthless so her stance surprised many.
“We must consider Elder Babive,” said Grand Elder Fred. “What could he have wanted so urgently from a disciple entirely unrelated to him?”
“There was a scrap between Sen’o and two of Elder Babive’s disciples. It ended with minor injuries. Elder Babive said he merely wanted to teach Sen’o a lesson,” another Grand Elder said.
“What initiated the scrap?” asked Grand Elder Fred.
“Sen’o disrespected and ignored the Carrier’s Call.”
“Such a farcical reason? We allow the disciples the freedom to create these factions with the understanding that we do not take part,” said Grand Elder Fred, becoming a little annoyed.
“Elder Babive’s involvement was out of line,” agreed Grand Elder Julia.
“His actions warrant further investigation,” I said. My words gained nods of approval from the vast majority of the Grand Elders.
“Even so!” said Grand Elder Simone, raising his voice once again. He was beginning to tick me off. “That is not enough to excuse the boy.”
“I agree with Grand Elder Julia, death is too harsh of a punishment for the boy. Losing his cultivation will be plenty.” The Grand Elders murmured in agreement to the statement. I creased my brows, it looked as if it was going to be necessary for me to intervene.
I watched Sen’o react, he closed his eyes in resignation. “Actually,” I said. Unable to allow the precious boy to lose hope. “I have an alternative.” Everyone looked toward me. “The Illen door.”
“Isn’t that worse?” asked Grand Elder Fred.
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