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| Queen Mabriam and
the Signing by Myadrani Piksaladad Mabriam stood in the room as she watched the others sign the compact. The storms still raged outside and had been raging for the past few days. Coerid barely made it to the meeting on time, drenched with the downpour. The world was still not settled since the Breaking. The weather was still extremely harsh, and when it wasn't raining, it was a dry heat that beat at the lungs. The signing was going well. There were still some among them who weren't fully convinced that this compact would work. Mabriam had convinced them with her fluid passionate speaking to sign the contract for the good of their nations. She, herself, had some doubts, but she didn't let them show. Aramaelle depended on her, and she wasn't about to let them down. Mabriam gave a small quirk of the mouth when Egoridin signed. She always thought highly of herself, and one couldn't help but notice that she inserted the title "High Queen" into the signature. Mabriam didn't say anything about it. Let her think so of herself, Mabriam thought. Jaramide was her nation. Mabriam just hoped that the ego wouldn't overcome her good leadership sense. When the last of them signed the compact, Mabriam cleared her throat and spoke, projecting her voice over the maelstrom outside. "Now, it is done. The compact holds strong and holds true. Let us hope to the Light that the compact is never broken. The peace of the nations depends on us.. their leaders. May the Light Illumine you all and all the Ten Nations," Mabriam placed a fist to her chest. "May the Light Illumine us all.. and all the Ten Nations," The others repeated.. placing their fists to their chests. ______________________________________________________ The assembly had been dismissed. Mabriam, in her own quarters for the night, watched her form in the mirror. ::It is done.:: She thought to herself. ::The contract that will save us for quite some time. As I foresaw it, so it shall be.:: Mabriam draped her cloak about her for the night was chilled. She feared for the nation's descendants. She saw an evil coming. Though, she knew it will not be for a very long time. The Foretelling was never really specific on time or dates, but she knew in her heart that Aramaelle was safe. At least until her children's children's children bore children. A knock at the door was followed by the opening and the quiet entrance of her advisor. A channeler, though no one knew of her assistant's true nature. "Are you ready, Your Majesty?" The woman bowed her head in respect. "Yes, I am, Verida." Mabriam announced. The channeling of a doorway occured, and Mabriam could vaguely see what the woman was doing. With a curt nod of satisfaction, Mabriam returned home. |