Dark clouds gather throughout the southern continent of Filgris. Huge thunders growl in distance. Docked on the Parmaz port, a huge white wooden ship suddenly gets struck with the lightning. Screams and cries ring through the entire port. Workers and tourists run to their respective homes and hotels to take shelter. Amidst all the chaos, a tall figure in a hooded robe appears from the rubbles of the destroyed ship unscathed of the lightning and walks towards a small 2 storey building. The figure enters and follows the steps inside to first floor and stops infront of a room numbered 201.
Knock...Knock
After knocking twice the figure patiently awaits the door to open. After few seconds of waiting the door opens with a creaking sound to a warm room and heavenly smell of Tushar tea, a premium grade tea in the southern continent, wafts through the entire space. As the hooded person enters inside, the door closes behind. A melodious and calm voice echoes from the hood.
"Tell me Jafar, why was I suddenly called to Parmaz? You should know that I was overseas for an important mission. Was this more important than the mission I was assigned?"
A man in a loose black frilly shirt and tight black pants appears from behind the hooded figure. His face is exquisite as if carved out of ice, pale rosy lips adorned his face and his eyes deep in which two blobs of emerald were gazing at the hooded figure. The light from the lantern hanging near the door illuminated his shiny silver hair that sat at his wide shoulders, his height a bit lower than the hooded figure and his amazingly lanky but muscular physique.
Jafar lifts his hand towards the sofa indicating the hooded figure to sit. He pours tea in two cups handing one to the guest and picking up one for himself. After few sips he responds with a deep and mellow voice "It is related to the mausoleum in Kafak".
The hooded figure pauses it's actions in mid-air. Placing down the tea cup, the figure intertwines it's fingers and asks Jafar "Elaborate".
"The southern continent has been experiencing this kind of weather since few days when the gate to the mausoleum in Kafak opened. No one has dared to enter though, as everyone is aware of the mysterious disappearances that have taken place near the site throughout the years. Strangely the gate was closed for five years after Oren disappeared- ....I-.." Jafar suddenly pauses and glances towards the hooded figure.
"I am fine, please continue" comes the voice from under the robe.
"Ahem...So... the gate was strangely closed for five years after Oren disappeared and it suddenly reopens on the same day as Oren disappeared five years ago. Since then this strange weather has been prevalent all over Filgris. According to our intel the gate is also flashing an eerie green light with some intel also reporting on the indecipherable whisperings the local bandits there are hearing. It's as if the whole universe is preparing to welcome whoever is gonna come out of it."
A thick silence ensues throughout the room. A few seconds later the hooded figure asks as if confused "How come you are so sure that someone is going to walk out of that gate? There has never been a record of anyone who came out of that place. It was always people disappearing there."
"A prophecy." Jafar replies back.
"A prophecy I see..." the hooded figure repeats. Slowly sipping on the now cold tea the hooded figure continues, "What did you see in the prophecy Jafar? What was the person who came out like?" The hooded figure was very aware of the power of prophecy that Jafar holded. He was never wrong, and whatever revelation he received from the calculation of the cosmos, they all came true. The War of Walhalla, the cold death plague in Hagar county and the Saim flood were some of the major prophecies that came true. He is quite young, just 24, yet the power he holds is astonishing. And this was just one of the many powers he holds, qualifying him for the position of Vice-chief of Wazir clan.
As the hooded figure was asking this question it removed it's robe revealing a tall gorgeous women with straight long golden hair tied into a pony and azure blue eyes that appeared to have seen vicissitudes of life even though her age was just 25. She was dressed in a loose emerald green shirt with beige cargo pants underneath that had many large pockets storing all the essentials she needed through the trip. Her lips full and red adorned her warm looking face.
She walked towards the door, hanging her robe on the hook and returned to her seat opposite of Jafar. Again she lifted the cup and resumed sipping her cold tea.
"Well?"
As she asks this she glances towards Jafar who was taking quiet a long time to answer her question. Looking at his pale face, she felt a great foreboding in her heart.
"Chief Hayat, the man who will walk out of the mausoleum will be wearing a crown made out of golden feathers, he will have a mysterious black book in his hand that emits a faint eerie green light and a golden quill in the other. He is a man you and I are both familiar with yet he will feel unfamiliar to us."
Jafar lets out a long sigh and whispers in a soft mellow voice "It's Oren. Oren Ayad. Oren Ayad will be the man who will walk out of the mausoleum."
CRASH!!!
Hayat looks at her her trembling hands that let go of the teacup in her hands. A tear rolls down her face as she bites her lips down to control her overwhelming emotions. As she composes herself by taking deep breaths, she rests her head on the back of the sofa and slowly whispers "Oren....."