“Please you must listen, I have told you everything I know... Countless lives are at stake, we must do something!” Milloween pleaded with the council before her. It was an intimidating gathering of elves, much older and far more important looking, than she had ever seen in one place before. One of them even bore the emissary sigil of the Crystal King.

“Would you really have us risk elven lives on the dreams of a young girl?” replied Liithrel, one of the oldest in the council, with a sneer. “You may be the first elf in centuries to be able to use that staff, but do not let it go to your head. It is foolish to think that old relic has anything to do with your dreams. It may be powerful, but not your window into the future, you are lucky we are letting you keep it at all.”

Milloween’s grip on her staff tightened. “It was not a dream. It was a vision.” she replied angrily.

“Not even the most powerful Archmages can glean anything sensible from divination, yet you insist that you have this gift?” replied Liithrel with scorn. “We will not risk elven lives on the delusions of a young girl. Our decision is final!“ She made a slight gesture and a guard stepped forwards, putting his hand on Milloweens shoulder and firmly pulling her away. “So be it” she said quietly, as she was led from the council. “I will find help elsewhere, I will not fail them.”

In the back of the room sentinel captain Therial Brightfeather turned to his cousin and whispered in her ear. “Leiliel, she is going to do something foolish, I know it. Follow her please, help her if you need to. The Staff chose Milloween for a reason, we must find out what is going on here. ” Leiliel’s eyes narrowed but she gave a curt nod of agreement. “If you wish cousin.”

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