TURNING POINT V

WICCIAN POV:

I was cross-checking the bars of gold and boxes of precious emeralds among others. I didn't like coming empty handed from a normal auction, compared to one of this importance.

Mikhail came into my room and brought out a tab.

"Boss, you need to see this".

I looked at the images and sighed angrily.

"Damn it!" I hit the boxes continuously.

"What in fuck's name is so special about that teenager that all my problems are resurfacing almost immediately?".

"Should I sound the alarm?".

"Of course! Now that she's also here, we should expect the Mage-Lord too".

"Affirmative".

He soon left me to follow my orders.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" I screamed louder and louder, scattering the precious decorations in the room.

ACE POV:

I listened as Revi talked to someone outside the door. He sounded so much like the one who spoke on the speakers.

"Are you sure he's fine?".

"He doesn't look sick at all. The petrifying effect isn't visible at all. It's just a damn wonder".

"Thank you, Revi. You've done well".

Footsteps was heard soon after.

Soon, the door opened and a huge man came in.

He wore a huge hat which concealed his face from me.

"Hello, Wallace Peters!".

"You must be my gracious host".

"Yes. Indeed, I am. Sorry I didn't pay my obeisance sooner".

"What do you want with me?".

"You see, boy, you should have been dead long ago, but, someone special to me pleaded for an alternative. So, inevitably, we arrived here".

"Why are you selling me?".

"In my efforts to catch you, I lost some men to your ex-captors. Mustn't I at least gain something back?".

"Speaking of gaining something back, you could just take my power. Why sell me?".

He let out a very long laugh.

"Take your power, you say? Do you even know what you carry, my boy?".

At that moment, I couldn't argue otherwise.

"My dear boy, I can tell you reliably that someone who has a quarter of the knowledge of this realm as I do, will know better than to covet your power".

"Then, why give me up to those who covet it?".

"It's simple, innit. I only arrange meetings for people desperate to die while they pay me handsomely to do so".

"Sheer greed is what I call it".

"Well, I just see it as business, innit. Nothing personal".

Soon, two knocks came from outside. He went to the door. He took the package given to him by the guard.

His face soon creased as he scrutinized the envelope.

"You are fucking special, innit. A lot of influential figures has entered the game just for you".

He turned to leave.

"Who's the special someone who saved my life?".

"The centre of my universe".

He soon shut the door behind him.

AN UNKNOWN LOCATION

THIRD-PERSON POV:

It was an assembly of 5. They sat in a boardroom.

"I say we take the Trade Maze by force".

"We can't, Ivasikov. The rules says that....".

"....We won't use our power to meddle in the affairs of the human or magical realm. The same rules that got us to where we are now, Dimitri" argued another.

"Let's think wisely about this. Our actions or inactions could cause huge consequences".

One of the only three men present was silent at this meeting. He was contemplating deeply.

"We are the Arthurian Legend. We can't just sit back and watch them harm the future of the world".

"Martha's right. It's now our business because the pure blood descendant is involved".

"And Hela's son!" revealed the man since quiet.

"Hela's son is dead, Alfredo".

"No. He's alive, through sorcery".

"What the fuck? What has Hela done?".

"The fault isn't hers, Ivasikov".

"Then, whose is it?".

"Valhalla's!".

"Why are all our efforts at peace going down the drain? We helped the Council of Druids win the war against Valhalla as the Blood Queen, at too great a cost, yet she lives".

"She's not a problem yet, Martha".

"But she will be, Dimitri".

"Our very existence is enough to keep her in check".

"And yet, she still taunts our very existence, Alfredo".

"We have given too much autonomy to the Council to handle their mess, but it seems that they are incapable of doing so. I suggest that we step in immediately to minimize our losses, Alfredo".

"We can't just step in, Stephanie. The treaty states that until it affects any of our own or the human world, we are bound to sit it out".

"Then, does this breach the treaty?".

The display showed the unfortunate incident in Moscow, Russia.

"Then, we put it to a vote. All in favour of immediate intervention, put forth thine hand".

Soon after, Ivasikov, Martha and Stephanie put forth their hands.

"All against, put forth thine hand".

This was already futile as the decision was already made.

"After careful deliberations, the Arthurian Legend has decided to take immediate action about the problems. The Council of Druids shall be duly informed of our decision. All actions or inactions contrary to the decision of this organisation will be deemed as an act of war and will be duly responded to as such. This assembly is over" said Alfredo.