On the Wisdia Continent, a secret meeting was taking place among the 11 High-Ranking Powerful Creatures of the world. They were waiting for Anya to return with information about the jungle and the rebellion.
Each of the figures was cloaked in dark robes, their faces hidden behind masks numbered 1 to 11, representing their rank and power. These individuals had been scattered across the five continents after their master disappeared 500 years ago . Now, they had gathered to discuss the recent failure of the Minotaur to crush the rebellion.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, the air thick with anticipation. Suddenly, the large doors creaked open, and Anya walked in, her expression indifferent. She took her seat at the empty chair reserved for her, her presence immediately drawing the attention of the others.
"Should you explain what happened, Anya? Why did you run away from the mission?" Number 1 asked, their voice calm but laced with authority.
Anya leaned back in her chair, her expression unreadable. "It's better if you all don't know. Whatever you're thinking, it's not what you expect. And let me make this clear—never, ever try to go there, or you'll die. There's a horrible person there who can kill us easily. I made a deal with their king: if we don't disturb them, they won't attack our continent."
She stood up, her tone final. " Whatever plans you have for missions against them, I'm skipping. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's better to be allies than to kill each other. Now, I'm out."
Anya walked out of the room, pulling a mask from her pocket and putting it on. The mask bore the number 12 , a subtle reminder of her unique position among them.
The room fell silent after Anya left. "Wow, that was the first time she's acted like that. That 'horrible person'—whoever it is—must be something else to make her scared. It makes me want to see who this person is," someone behind a mask commented, their voice tinged with curiosity.
Number 1, the leader, spoke up. "Let's heed her warning. For now, don't do anything. It seems our enemy is stronger than even Anya. If anyone decides to act on their own, they'll deal with the consequences themselves. Now, let's adjourn."
In the blink of an eye, all the figures vanished from the meeting room, leaving it empty and silent.
Number 1 , however, remained. Removing their mask and cloak, they revealed themselves to be an elf—a strikingly beautiful figure with flawless features, a curvaceous figure, and an aura of immense power. She was known as the Strongest Magician in the Wisdia Continent and held the title of Number 1 among the 12 Disciples .
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At the Village
While waiting for Eugene and the others to return, Myrul decided to make good use of the time by teaching Emilia a new lesson. "Let's put up the flag in the center of the village. This will be a new lesson for you, Emilia. We'll call the remaining villagers to help us," he said, smiling at her.
Emilia nodded eagerly, excited to learn something new. Myrul called over one of the villagers to help gather the necessary materials.
Materials Needed:
1. Pole Material :
- Wooden dowel (lightweight and easy to work with).
2. Base:
- A heavy base or a pot filled with soil to hold the pole upright.
3. Attaching Tools :
- Hooks to attach the flag.
4. Decorative Elements :
- Ribbons for decoration.
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Instructions:
1. Pole Material:
- Myrul decided on a wooden dowel for a classic look.
2. Measure and Cut:
- He measured and cut the pole to a height of about 10 feet, ensuring it would be visible from all around the village.
3. Prepare the Base:
- He and the villagers filled a large pot with soil and inserted the wooden pole into it, making sure it stood straight and stable.
4. Attach the Flag:
- They secured the flag to the pole using hooks, ensuring it could fly freely in the wind.
5. Decorate :
- Emilia suggested painting the pole with black colors, and He agreed. They added ribbons to the top for a festive touch.
6. Set Up the Flagpole:
- Once the soil had settled, they placed the flagpole in the center of the village, ensuring it was stable and upright.
7. Display:
-The flag was raised, its black colors with book symbol fluttering in the breeze. The villagers gathered around, admiring their handiwork and feeling a renewed sense of pride and unity.
"This flag will protect our village and warn us of any danger," He explained to Emilia and the villagers. "It's a symbol of our strength and unity."
Suddenly, the villagers' morale soared, filling them with renewed energy and strength. As a gesture of gratitude to their king, they began bowing, pledging their loyalty and willingness to sacrifice for him.
He raised his hand, signaling for them to stand. "Here, we are all equal. Together, I will make this rebellion great again!" he declared, his voice filled with determination.
"Huraaaaaa!!!" He shouted, rallying the villagers.
"Huraaa!!!"** the villagers echoed, their voices united and full of hope.
At that moment, someone approached from behind—it was Eugene and her team, returning from their mission. Myrul, pretending to be surprised and emotional, acted as if he hadn't expected her safe return.
In front of all the villagers, He embraced Eugene, tears streaming down his face. The villagers clapped, moved by the sweet and heartfelt moment.
But Eugene knew better. She could tell he was just acting. Still, she appreciated the gesture. "At least when I came back, someone was here to welcome me like family," she thought, a small smile playing on her lips.
Meanwhile, far away on the Wisdia Continent, Qasya , the elf of strongest magician, felt a strange, powerful sensation after 500 years. "Something big must be happening," Her eyes narrowing as she gazed toward the jungle.