At the mention of Ambrose attacking Thelma, the Council of Crowasia was convened to discuss the severity of his actions. In a location known only to those on the Council and a handful of others, a large room with as many as twenty chairs and desks line the slightly curving walls. One chair and desk sat higher than the rest and was designated as the head of the council. Each councilor is designated to a different part of the world or department in the agency and brings much needed diverse insight to all matters brought before them. “According to reports, his companion hasn’t been seen with him since he vanished weeks ago. If he’s acting without the guidance of his dragon, then he needs to be stopped at all costs.” A stern looking gentleman shouts as if the others couldn’t hear him. His companion has learned to tune him out when his voice became so loud. “I will not tell you again, Jared,” a kindly woman says in a calm tone, “lower your voice. We can hear you just fine with the micr

While in transit, Ariella and Nell were blindfolded to ensure the location of the High Council remained secret. They could feel they were on a boat, just not the direction nor location. When the boat finally stopped, they were gently guided onto a platform. The crisp sea air blew on their skin while gulls sounded in the distance. Ariella noticed the drop in temperature as they made their way into the High Council building and all that could be heard was the loud shut of the doors behind them. It was then that the blindfolds were taken off and they were met with the entire Council, looking down from their seats. “This is the infamous Nell Carter and Agent Ariella Scarlett?” A man loudly says. Others around the room roll their eyes. “They don’t seem to be very impressive.” “Not according to their files,” another says, a holographic screen appearing in front of all the members, “Agent Scarlett alone has done no less then twenty successful missions under her belt from the time she was