Surprising Steps Forward

“Ambassador Seralson will see you now.”

Mythal glanced up at the secretary quickly, catching her warm and smiling face before she turned and gestured towards the door. The Darkness King let out a soft sigh and turned to look at Serilda, finding a foundation for confidence in her eyes when he was lacking. Even with it, there was still a trepidation in his gut – butterflies that fluttered about in panic. He took only a moment before he rose to his feet and started through the doors.

He knew this meeting was coming. After everything that had happened with the psycho woman and her successful assassination, there was bound to be an investigation. Every person was interviewed time and time again, asked for their version of the story. He hadn’t been privy to any of the meetings or heard any chatter from the people that had survived long enough to confess what they had seen so he was going in blind. But eventually the investigation had reached its conclusion and it was time for Mythal to come and hear the results. The only answers he was allowed to give were in the form of an official report so… this was the first time he was going to hear or talk to anyone.

The Magic Council had summoned him and Serilda, which led him to believe the news was going to be bad. If they had merely brought him, they would most likely give him what equated to a slap on the wrist and let him go. But she was his superior and if they wanted her there, then there was a good chance that punishment was about to be handed down. Who knew, after all the things he’d done in his life, he would be punished for trying to take down a killer? It was a morbid sense of irony that he would have laughed at if he were in better spirits.

The Council chambers were empty, which was a bit shocking in its own right. He’d actually been kind of hoping to see the faces of the men and women who made decisions for Fiore. But alas there was only one other person in the room besides himself and Serilda – a man of a mysterious nature. He stood just about Mythal’s height and most likely had a similar build, though you couldn’t tell by the outfit he had chosen. A black robe covered almost the entirety of his body, tied together over his chest and staying close together all the way down to the floor. It parted up near his chest but only enough to let the white garment beneath poke out in the form of two collars. A clear white bandana covered the lower half of his face while an intricate black and gold mask hid the rest, revealing only his deep chocolate eyes. Dark green hair hung out from beneath the turban he sported, framing his face and hanging out the back end to rest against his shoulders. He stood there waiting for them as they approached, holding onto an onyx black staff that obviously doubled as a magical instrument. The head of it was jagged and pointed, with runic symbols inlaid on the flat sides with gold.

As the couple came to a stop before him, he glanced between the two of them slowly. “General Ragnos, Field Marshall Sinclair,” he said, giving them each a small nod.

“Shall we begin?”

Mythal knew that if his position was awkward, Serilda was probably downright uncomfortable. It was one thing if he was simply her subordinate but they were lovers as well. The Darkness King wasn’t concerned about her teetering between those lines; Serilda had a duty and he understood she would uphold it as best she could. It was one of the reasons he loved her after all. But he imagined she was weighing options in her mind, coming up with several different paths and routes for them to take moving forward. It would be difficult no doubt but they’d get through it. And as long as he had her there beside him, he’d be fine. Even with her having to fully embody the role of Field Marshall.

Mythal had never worked with Ariford Seralson, having only seen him one or two times. In truth, everything about the Magic Council was kept so close to the chest that they were more of a mystery than anything else. And considering their suspicions of the Council’s intent and goals, that mystery made everything that much more concerning. Ariford was perhaps the closest one to the Council, acting as their voice when they weren’t present and sharing their thoughts and decisions. It was a decent position to be in but also one that could be easily corruptible. Mythal couldn’t help but wonder if he was part of the inner circle.

Serilda greeted the man and stated their readiness while the Darkness King remained quiet, his eyes sliding between the Voidwalker and the Ambassador. Content with the greeting, the man brought forth a document from his robes, flipping it open carefully and thumbing to a page within it. “After considerable investigation into eyewitness reports and detailed documents from yourself and other Rune Knight members, we have to admit we find the recent terrorist attack troubling. This city is meant to be the safest in all of Fiore and yet, we’ve suffered several egregious attacks that have left numerous innocent people dead. And the successful assassination of Archibald VanderBeld is a heavy blow to the political world. While the Magic Council didn’t subscribe fully to his methods of wanting to reform criminals, he was still a strong voice of the people and his lost presence will be felt hard.”

The man flipped the page but raised his gaze to Mythal, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked the man over. “When we offered a position within the reforming Rune Knights to you, it was not an easy decision. While you may wish to keep the outside world from knowing your origins, General Ragnos, your case was not forgotten by us. Though the Council has changed members over the years, that does not mean the decision to let Gren Ragnos adopt you was one easily taken in stride by anyone. There are still those that wish they had ruled against it and taken you into custody for the sake of the nation.”

A bold statement and one that made Mythal’s jaw clench. But he remained quiet, doing his best to look as neutral as possible. Ariford met his gaze for a moment longer before he softly shrugged. “But your intentions since you resurfaced have been altruistic and beneficial for Fiore. Placing Lady Sinclair as the Field Marshall and appointing you as one of her Generals seemed a fitting choice, considering the results of several of your jobs for the Magic Council. And as you both are aware, your actions to remove the dark wizard nest in Vintermyr is why you were both further recognized as Wizard Saints.”

That was one way of putting it. In truth, they had been ambushed by the dark wizards there, targeted specifically by Mythal’s sister. It had also been there that Lux and Victoria had emerged, revealing themselves and the couple as Seal holders. That fact had been kept from the Council; while they did nothing to hide Lux and Victoria, because it was not easy to do so, they made sure that any mention of Seals was kept close to the chest. It was safer that way.

“But…” Ariford’s voice cut into Mythal’s thoughts. “The recent attack by the other dark wizard in Era’s center of commerce and now this assassin have left us puzzled. We appointed you to protect and lead but it seems your secondary obligation is… moderate, at best. Before I continue, is there anything you wish to add to this, General?”

Mythal glanced over at Serilda briefly, a visual warning that he was going to speak his mind. In such times it was best to find a baseline on how to interact with someone so close to the Council but Mythal simply wasn’t going to bother. He could already tell that a decision had been made. “All I’ve tried to do is keep people safe. I didn’t join the Rune Knights for glory or glamour and I sure ain’t gettin’ an ego from bein’ a general. If anythin’ it’s more stress than I’ve ever dealt with in my life. I can’t predict everythin’ but I’ve done all I can to be prepared for what could happen. And when shi-… when it hits the fan, I’ve done everything to clear up the mess as quickly and efficiently as possible. I’m sorry about Senator VanderBeld and the people that lost their lives because of these dark wizards. All I could and can do is try to get justice for them.”

Ariford considered this for a moment, humming gently behind his mask. Once the Darkness King had finished, he gave the man a soft nod of… approval? It was honestly hard to tell. “Very well. General Mythal Ragnos, for your inability to protect lives during the assassination of Senator Archibald VanderBeld, the Magic Council has decreed that you be stripped of your position within the Wizard Saints and your position within the Rune Knights.”

It was the blow he was waiting for but it didn’t make the hit any softer. Mythal slowly closed his eyes and let a small breath out from his lips, trying not to think about how, once again, his world had been flipped into the shitter. But before he could linger on the conclusion for very long, Ariford spoke up again. “However,” he continued, flipping a page within the file. “it is because of your courage and dedication to the people of Era and of Fiore that the assassin was dealt with in the first place. You are right, Mr. Ragnos; we cannot predict every terrible thing that will occur in the world. And based on all the information we’ve gathered about the lead up to the assassination, you took every precaution and defended every position you could. You just happened to be caught up in a perfect storm of a devious and cunning murderer who was, apparently, more than capable of getting past any defense.”

Mythal stared at Ariford, a puzzled look etched onto his features. “I don’t… I don’t understand,” he said, his mouth almost failing to work.

Ariford chuckled. It was a weird sound to come from someone in such a high position of power but there it was. “Someone had to take the fall for the failure to protect Archibald. As much as I hate to say it, you were the only viable option to pay. But we cannot deny the actions you have taken ever since your appointment have always worked towards the protection of the people. You risked life and limb against dark wizards in this town several times now, putting others before yourself. To punish you would create public outcry and would weak the support system for the Rune Knights that is only started to rebuild. Therefore, you are now bestowed the rank of Director of the Rune Knights, acting as second-in-command to Field Marshall Sinclair and only answering to her and the Magic Council.”

Mythal didn’t have words. He literally stood there, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stared at the ambassador. “For the sake of the news, we will provide the story that you resigned your positions out of shame to protect the people. We will then, shortly after, respond to the public outcry for justice by rewarding your courage, passion and humility with the rank of Director. The official statement will allow us to convey how much the Magic Council supports you and believes that you are integral into the further defense of Fiore against villainous forces.”

“That… I don’t… that seems so—“

“Underhanded? The world of politics is a complicated and mountainous environment, Director Ragnos. We must do what we can to sway the people to understand how important it is to keep key pieces in places of influence.” Ariford looked over to Serilda and nodded softly. “I know that Field Marshall Sinclair understands this better than anyone.”

“But that is not all. The reason we summoned you both here today wasn’t just to conclude the findings and judgement on this case. There are two open spots within the Wizard Saints that are open only to those that are deemed the strongest in Fiore. The rank of God is not one taken lightly, as it raises you unto a platform you may have never dreamed of before. Serilda Sinclair, Mythal Ragnos… you two have proven yourselves time and time against challenges that have risen from every place at any time. You continue to impress yourselves to the Magic Council and to the people that serve under you and the public you serve in general. And in all honesty, the recommendation from Branwen was all the conclusion we needed that we were on the right path. Congratulations to you both; you are now both Gods of Ishgar. After the conclusion of this meeting, Maryse will provide you further details on your positions, the titles included in such promotions and what additional responsibilities and perks come along with it.”

Ariford turned his attention to Serilda as she spoke up, clearly not pleased with the way that they intended to promote Mythal. She said that the people didn’t deserve to be played and that VanderBeld didn’t deserve to have his murder used as a tool for popularity. His mask shifted slightly, if only enough to show that he was smiling behind it. “But you misunderstand, Field Marshall. We simply don’t wish to complicate the public belief with matters that may confuse them. Everyone knows that Mythal being assigned as Director is the best move for the Rune Knights but we cannot simply reward him with such a promotion after such a devastating attack. The people want someone to step up and take responsibility with humility and shame over his actions. And then they’ll rally beside him as we throw our support behind his efforts, further helping the overall morale of the people.” The mask did everything it could to hide his emotions but his tone was enough to tell how amused he was that, despite understanding how it worked, Serilda had every intention of voicing her thoughts. “And if anything, the Senator’s unfortunate murder and the heart wrenching loss of the other people will further the call to action against dark wizards. This puts the Rune Knights in a place of popular demand beyond even the former infrastructure’s. I imagine quite a few companies will be seeking to provide relief to you in the form of finances and materials.”

Mythal had no sense of political moves and schemes but even he could see where this was going. It was an attempt to garner favor, as well as to increase a positive focus on the Rune Knights and, with it, the Magic Council. His mention of companies offering support was even shadier; as if this was a move that would provide a new steady stream of revenue. Shady is as shady does, apparently. But the Darkness Slayer remained quiet for the time, honestly too shocked to be able to answer. For a moment, almost a literal minute, he had been completely stripped of his titles and ranks and was simply Mythal again. Ousted from the public eye, he would be forced to return to a life of normalcy. It wasn’t ideal – he’d grown a bit attached to what he had now and losing it had felt like a bigger blow than he expected. But in the end, he knew he would still have Serilda, he’d still have Grappa and Jellisha and he would still have his allies.

But now he was pushed beyond what he had before. Now he was the second-in-command of the Rune Knights. And as the ambassador kept revealing, he was rising to a rank within the Wizard Saints that was saved for those of extreme strength. It was both humbling and concerning all at the same time. And how interesting that it came together all at the same time. The Magic Council had struck a heavy blow, only for them to immediately make reparations with two shiny new titles for him and one for Serilda. Circumstances rarely worked out so seamlessly like that and even the Darkness King was suspicious. But he knew better than to make his motives known – especially with all the work he and Serilda had been doing in investigating. “Thank you, ambassador,” Mythal said, dropping his head in a respectful bow as well. “I don’t pretend to understand all the political jargon but I ain’t blind to honors being granted to me. Please send my gratitude to the council as well.”

The man chuckled and gave them both a wave, clearly enjoying the appreciation coming his way. “It is our honor to grant you both these accolades. And we expect great things to come from our strengthened partnership.”[/color] It was the way he said great that sent a chill down Mythal’s spine. But either way, the ambassador gave them another wave to dismiss them and turned away to walk through a set of doors. He watched the man go before heading back the way they had come, looking over a Serilda briefly. It wasn’t safe to speak here but no doubt they were going to have quite the conversation.

Maryse met them at the door with bundles for each of them. “And Branwen Frane asked that these letters be given to you along with the rest of the information. Congratulations again.”

Mythal glanced at the woman before looking down at the bundle of… well, stuff. There were documents and official notices and press headers needing quotes. All of that he would look over but instead he reached for the homely looking envelope resting on the side of the pack. Carefully he opened it up and, should Serilda do the same, they would find similar letters written, though addressed to each of them.

“Mythal,

I know this comes as a bit of a surprise but I had a thought the other night. If you are working on learning more about the Magic Council and their supposed misdeeds, then what better way to get yourself closer than to rise to their highest honorary positions? I’d heard rumblings about you two being considered from old friends but I decided putting forth my thoughts would be the best option. I had the thought after you left the other night and went to share it but I noticed that Serilda and Gren were talking outside in the street. I figured it was a personal matter and opted, instead, to take action. I hope you two can forgive me for acting without discussing the matter but I truly wish to help you in your pursuits of justice.

And, truthfully, I believe you do deserve the honors anyways. Whatever fallout comes from your investigation, I believe in my heart that the compassion and strength and willpower you two share stands above other wizards who simply rely on raw power to enact their wills. I hope you know that I’m proud of you, Mythal. I know I haven’t always been the best of friends and I’ve made unfair misjudgments in the past. I only hope I can make amends moving forward.

PS. I had Aster use enchantments on this letter so it seems short and curt so don’t worry about my words being seen by others. I hope to see you both soon.

Branwen.”

Mythal snorted softly and looked over at Serilda, holding up the letter almost in amused defeat. “That bastard,” the Darkness King mused, smiling softly.

It was surprising for a moment when Serilda responded to Ariford’s explanation, seeming to find reason in it. Truthfully, Mythal felt she would just let the words hang there and let him draw his own conclusions. But instead, she decided the best option was to dive right in and commit to the façade of serious consideration. And she played it as well as anyone could, definitely better than he would. He simply nodded along with her words in understanding – as if the notion was beginning to make sense to him too. Ariford seemed just as pleased as well, perhaps taking note of their reactions and preparing a response for the Magic Council.

As they began to leave the room, Serilda informed him that he should draft a letter of resignation, if only for their records. From the sounds of it, and she orated the same sentiment, they had no intention of going through any formal channels of actually letting him go and then rehiring him. She offered him congratulations for his new promotion and a small formal kiss as an additional little gift. She did earnestly seem proud of the promotion, even if it was coming at the expense of a murder and other terrible situations. While the Darkness King never had any dreams of being in such a position, he couldn’t deny how useful it would be to work directly with Serilda. Of course it also meant that he was taking on the two other sections of the Rune Knights as subordinates but that was something he would worry about later.

Once they had received their information and Mythal had read the letter, he offered it to her to glance through. She was as amused as him, figuring they owed him something for his gesture to them. “Oh yes dinner. That seems to always go well,” he said in a dry, humorous tone. Despite the last time dinner had gone through, she would be able to tell he was simply poking fun rather than vocalizing any sort of complaint. A moment later and they were warming their way back to her office in the Rune Knight headquarters.

Already he felt more comfortable in a space he knew. But Serilda made it better by placing the paperwork down and pulling him in for a tight hug. It was exactly what he needed and his arms wrapped around her back and pulled her even closer, holding her right against his chest. As her magic warped the area around them and left them completely in solitude, he sighed against her shoulder. All the nerves that had built up inside of him came out in a slight rumble of his body, taking a solid moment to purge himself before he felt truly himself again. She circled back onto her prior words to Ariford, commenting on how they had committed now to unraveling this thing until the end. He nodded softly. “I’ve seen some shady shit in my life but ain’t nothin’ takin’ the cake from that. That guy may as well have written corrupt bastard right on his stupid mask the way he was presentin’ himself.” He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, reaching up to run his hands over her cheeks. “Time to start playin’ our cards close to the chest, babe. You and me, we’re gonna bust their schemes wide open.”