Beau stormed into the elders meeting room, a huge oaken table taking up most of the long thin room, the elders each sit in a chair with a carved back peice also made of oak, representing their clan or line of work.
Their is an elder for any train a fey could want to go through aswell as the four main clans; Terrae, Aerae, Vulcae and Aquae, earth, air, fire and water. Depending on your clan you have control up to a certain degree of that element.
There is also a representative of every craft; The craftmen and mistresses, the path finders, the royal guard and the only chair that remained empty, the chair for the master hunter, the chair Beau had been meant to fill.
“What is the meaning of this?!” yelled the Aerae master, Beau smirked defeatedly.
“I have a message for you all.” he announced.
“From whom?” Asked the Aerae master, a side door opened and closed and a tall dark man walked and sat in the hunter chair, Beau locked eyes with the man, Arrow was the second best hunter in the city, seventh in the world, he had replaced Beau, Beau sneered at him.
“A message from Keanix, He said the angels are returning and he will see you shortly.” A murmur goes around the table, the Aerae elder silenced the entire congregation with a wave of his hand.
“Beau you are an exile, you have no foothold in this room the only way to do so would be to gain a place at this table, Arrow is a chosen so the chairs defences will kill you if you try and harm him, give up Beau go home.”
“Then you leave me no choice, sorry father.” Beau let decades of stored energy from fallen supernaturals to charge his aura, the spikes elongated and grew barbs, the colour changed blood red from black and the pure ocean blue of his eyes seemed to freeze over. He flung a spike at the Aerae elder, it sheered through the sheilds he threw up and pinned him to the chair above his heart, a blow that wouldnt kill until the blade was removed.
“You knew?” he asked, Beau’s Aura shrunk back to normal size but the colour and barbs stayed, as did his eye colour, too much energy had been released for it not to change him.
“Since i was about sixty he said simply.”
“You’ve known for ninety years?” he asked, Beau nodded and waved his hand, the blade dissipated and the ancient Fey died instantly.
Beau turned to face the open mouthed congragation.
“As rightful heir to the Aerae elder chair I suggest we get ready for our brothers and sister return.” He looked at his father then at the Vulcae elder.
“Make a pyre and have him cremated” he leaned the chair so his father’s limp form slid off and onto the floor, cleaned the chair of blood with a prayer of cleansing and sat putting his heels up on the table.
this is runnoing along side my story Arch Angel, Beau is my character in my collaboration with Autumn, written for the save it for someone who beleives you.