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Enox found her parents seated at the kitchen table, their faces drawn and pale. Before she could speak, her father did so for her. 'The rumours are true aren't they? You're going away?' He said, old hands trembling a little from emotion. She was their daughter, their child and now she was being sent to fight a war that many believed wouldn't come. She'd been taken from them for so long. They hadn't got to raise their own child, and now they were being separated from her again. It was traumatic to say the least. Enox sat at the table opposite them, clasping her hands in front of her. 'Father, I wish I didn't have to go, but you know if I don't, I'll be letting everyone down. it's my duty, what I was trained for.' She said, pleading with him. He sighed, shaking his head so that the salt and pepper hair flicked a little. 'I just wish you didn't have to leave.' Enox sighed, looking to her mother who refused to meet her gaze, the woman's hands trembling. Enox sighed again, reaching across the table to hold her mother's hands. 'Mum, I promise I'll come back. I have to do this, you know i do.' The woman nodded, wiping tears. Slowly, Enox stood up and kissed both her parents on the cheek. 'I have to go. They're waiting for me.'
Half an hour later she was standing outside the large metallic doors of the guild, waiting for the other Time Wielders to arrive so they could be let in. It was a large building, almost gothic in structure. It had been built many centuries before, based on the information that the traders provided their architects and Shiners. thinking back on the history of the building, Enox felt a surge of pride. Her ancestors had built most of the city. She knew that the current Shiners took great pride in the smooth way the city functioned. She herself had helped fix important parts of the city a few times and so she understood that pride. She shifted her large rucksack filled with tools, clothes and anything else she felt might be necessary. After all, she didn't know the nature of their future quest, so she didn't want to come unprepared.
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Atticus scanned the streets carefully before ducking through the narrow gap between two incredibly large buildings and opening a hatch at the base of one, looking around again before stepping through and sliding down the chute into the dimly lit passageway. The sound of water dripping echoed in the metal area, the sound amplified multiple times over, as he walked. His footsteps made a similar echoing noise. After a few feet he pushed on a panel and the sheet of metal slid aside with a minor grating sound, to reveal the semi-brightly lit meeting chamber. He pulled the strange gasmask he wore to hide his identity away from his face, smiling coldly at the few other men in the room. 'Ah so we ARE all attending today. I was worried the message wouldn't reach you all.' He took his seat at the head of the large hexagonal table and clasped his hands neatly in front of him, resting on the ornate table top. He wondered how his predecessors had managed to get it in there in the first place. It was massive. It wasn't one that could be easily smuggled through the entrance to their little gathering place. He pushed the curiosity out of his mind. It wasn't any of his business anyway. He was just one that controlled the Mages now. He almost laughed at that thought. it sounded as though he had them on a leash. Yes, he was their leader, but in his mind, he more guided them to their goal. And now the time had come. 'The time is upon us. The clock is slowing. The guild has sent out messengers to their 'heroes'.' He rolled his eyes, spitting the word with sarcasm, gesturing for his fellow Mages to take a seat. 'We need to be ready to move the moment they do, if not before.'
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