Toral Reen, High Priest of Ethana opened his eyes with a sigh. Even in the calmest of times, time was a jealous, fickle mistress. Trying to read the future within the next few years was even worse. Something was coming, something big, and everything was uncertain. Toral wasn’t even sure that the continent as he knew it would even survive. Whatever it was, the event was like a solid wall in time. No matter how much Toral tried to see beyond the event, no matter how he tried to unravel the flows and feelings of time, he could see nothing.
“Still nothing?”
If Toral hadn’t felt the question coming in the flows of time, he would have jumped, “Still nothing.” The High Priest confirmed with a nod, turning around to face his visitor. Deep in the heart of Ethana’s capital city, inside the Temple of the Chronopaths, very few people would be able to reach the High Priest’s private room without attracting the attention of any clergy. This was one of them.
Sallimor, the Great Merchant, sighed, “Have you at least figured something out about the severity of the situation?”
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Toral nodded, “It’s bad. Very bad. From what I can read of our records, it’s at least as bad as the war with the Beast King, maybe even worse.” Sallimor drew in a sharp breath, air hissing between his teeth and Toral nodded, “Exactly. We need to warn the other powers. I don’t know what’s coming but we need to be prepared for it.”
“Is there anything that you could figure out about what’s happening? Did you manage to find anyone that could play a role in stopping it?”
“I managed to find a few. I don’t know who they are but I can tell that they’re going to have a large effect on the outcome of whatever happens.”
“Tell me where I can find them and I’ll go see just who we’re dealing with.”
Toral nodded, “Let me have a look at your fate and I’ll find somewhere you can meet each of them.”
Once more, Toral sunk into the flows of time, letting himself feel and see the many possible futures on the way to the wall ahead of him that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through. There was too much chaos ahead, too many variables to account for. Toral could only hope that, whatever happened, the world turned out alright.