My head began to clear and I realized that we were in a small stone chamber. With the view I had from the only window, we were in an upper floor of the building, which was at the top of a hill.
“Where are we?” I asked.
Whindel stopped glaring at Rawcliph and said, “We are in the Sorcerer’s Tower, the very heart of the land of Wizards. This is the most sacred spot for my race.”
“As such,” Rawcliph said, “it is our Hall of Justice for the largest crimes against our race. And Whindel, none have commit a crime as great as the one you have suggested.”
“I don’t understand,” I said. “We are planning on taking Glumoric out of the picture so he can’t just come back, as he recently did. This is the only way to heal Blavour.”
“I know all of that,” Rawcliph said. “The problem is, you plan on sending him to the Void. There is no higher treason to the Wizards.”
“It might not be that bad,” Whindel said. “There is a chance it will restore Equilibrium.”
“But there is also a chance it will destroy us.”
“I still don’t understand,” I said.
“Did you not teach this being History?” Rawcliph asked?
“Of course I did,” Whindel answered. “I just didn’t teach him Myth.”
He took a step away from us, and then turned, looking like a professor in front of a lecture hall. “The story tells us that in the beginning there was a perfect world, a world in balance. The only name we have for this world is Equilibrium. It was the prime element, the most important and the other six were balanced around it.”
“OK,” I said. “Uhm, Earth, Water, Air, Fire and…?”
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