Zenithis reappears inside a rather grand looking boardroom, with a table big enough to seat at least 50 people in the centre of the room. Two walls are floor to ceiling windows, one looks out into a reception style area, the other look out onto the main square of the neutral zone at the centre of the Territories. The other two walls are lined with hundreds of books. Zenithis walks around the room looking at the books on the shelves, most of them are the laws and histories of the Territories. He keeps himself hidden as the council members and the old and current rulers of each Territory enters the room. The Council was made up of previous rulers, their children now retired until their parents pass away and their grandchildren were the current rulers of their territory. The council had been set up this way for as long as their histories had been recorded; it allowed for the oldest and wisest to make decisions that affected everyone and settle any disputes.

As the last of the rulers come in and take a seat you could feel the worry permitting the air. Not often did the council call everyone like this. The Chairman of the council stood up from his seat. He cleared his throat to gain everyone's attention.

“Family and Friends, it has come to the councils' attention that a prophecy has been found that concerns the Territories. We hope to have everyone’s cooperation going forward so that we can do everything in our power to keep the balance.” He then proceeds to read out the prophecy. Once he is done everyone is looked shocked and the current rulers are looking ashen.

“I know this comes as a shock to all of you and not all of us here have had to deal with one of these before, but we must take heed of this warning and do what we can to prepare. We must support and guide these seven future children in finding their mates. From the line ‘their destinies they cannot foresee.’ I think that they will not be able to sense the mate bond like everyone else.” As the Chairman says this one of the current Queens of the Fae sobs. Most of the room turns to look at her. She slowly lifts her head sniffling, tears running down her face.

“I know who the seven are.” The shock can be felt around the room. She looks to the other current rulers and whispers out “Our sons” and bursts into sobs that rack her small frame. Her husband puts his arm around her to sooth her whilst looking around the room at everyone else with a look of horror on his face.

“What do you mean our great-grandchildren are the seven sins?” The chairman pipes up. One of the other mothers clears her throat turning everyone’s attention to her.

“Our sons were all born on the same day. It’s part of why we are all as close as we are, we all bonded over our firstborns. The boys are all now 5 years old and best friends. How can we possibly help them find their mates? Their mates may not even live in the territories anymore.”

Zenithis has been invisible to them all and has been pacing the floor listening in and watching. He’s starting to feel rather guilty about his plans now. He had been so focused on finding out who could want him gone, he hadn’t fully thought about how his actions would affect others. Looking at the worry and horror on these young leaders faces at what their children would face was making him feel uncomfortable. He also hadn’t thought about whether the virtues would also be in this realm rather than the human one. As he had been pacing, he had been looking at the spines of the books trying to focus his thoughts. He stopped when he caught sight of a very old history book. A smirk crossed his face. If the council took heed of the advice, he would give them then that should sort out the different realms issue. It also went a little way to lessen how guilty he felt about using these poor women's children as the sins. He slowly reached out any pulled at the book with his finger. The book fell to the floor. Everyone in the room jumped and a few squeaked at the thud. As everyone started discussing what to do the nearest person went to pick up the book and froze when they saw the cover. They walked over to the table and slid the book up towards the chairman. He stopped it by placing his hand over the cover looking up in askance at the person who had picked it up, all they did was nod at the book. People were starting to notice this strange interaction. When the chairman lifted his hand and looked down his head quickly snapped back up and looked at them.

“Do you think that would work?”

“I don’t see why it shouldn’t.”

“It would need a lot of preparation done before we could use it.”

“Yes, it would, but we should have enough time.”

“What are you two on about? What should work?”

“The Academy” they said together.