Chapter Seven: A Dark Master's Business

She was alone under the stillness of the dark sky, inside the heart of the Nightingale Forest, to the northeast of the Great Stone Tablet, where the Tribulation Marker is located, but also near the border of the sovereign perimeter of the Potioneers. Usually, this area is under the control and supervision of the Most Prudent Treaty Organization's Neutrality Patrol, but tonight there was no one guarding the vicinity (not a single soul), as it has always been since she started privately communicating with the Dwarves "from the other world."

She was Delena Abrams, and she was a lesser known Dark Master within her own contemporary, although the talent was there and the skill is mastered in so many ways. For most of them, she was simply underrated, a victim of a society where connections were greatly valued than actual proficiency. And for a time, the Dark Masters have learned to live in this unfair system, although luck has ever found them when things warrant that a decisive resolution is to be made, especially during the crucial times when the talent is gravely lacking.

She was carefully threading the dark paths with the illumination provided by her sticky pole. Of course, the darkness is her friend; it is a source of power ever present, and it is the many forms of the skillful battle that has been fueled by this same impetus that protect their innate powers. She was confidently wielding her sticky pole, in case an ambush was waiting for her. She trusts the Dwarves in a considerable way, but never the Potioneers. The resentment was clear inside her head, and she will never forget their unfair manners with their treatment of her kind.

"So, what does the constellation hold for me tonight?" the Dwarf named Alexander Thorneth asked his host for the evening.

"Alexander," Delena said, partially relieved upon seeing the Dwarf hiding in the bushes. "You always ask about the constellation. What is it about?"

Alexander gave a loud cackle. He cannot help it. "Of course, of course. You still do not understand; but someday, you will master how to conjure the constellations, and it is going to be the most beautiful element of the night that pertains to your gift of manipulating the darkness. Your race will enjoy this powerful arsenal, and by using the skill of your sticky pole, you shall succeed in many ways, conquer lands, and dominate to rule in a golden era for a certain period of time."

"I still do not understand, Alexander," Delena said, albeit her tone was inquiring, wondering. But she seems very confused, too. "What is this language you are speaking?"

"It is called Prophenese," the Dwarf replied. "But this is not what I came here for; this prophecy can wait. But the enemy cannot."

"Prophenese? Who is the enemy, Alexander? Who is the traitor? Tell me."

The Dwarf hesitated for a moment, and then softly replied, "The enemy is very close to you."

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