She'Sari looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and astonishment. “You betroth the ultimate power so soon Master Mehtevas?” It was more of a statement than an actual question.
“I have my reasons.” Mehtevas smiled as he discreetly watched Ariadne, Fasbur and Matura whispering to each other.
She'Shari followed his gaze. “They are not pleased with the decision.”
“Yes, well that is their choice, is it not?”
Just as She' Sari began to speak, a large red sphere swept through the room. All but Mehtevas ducked and dodged the round red ball of light as it flew over their heads. Hovering a moment above the center of the chamber, the sphere began to take a solid form. In a matter of seconds a very tall dark-haired handsome man dressed in black robes stepped forth.
“Greetings esteemed members of The Pantheon…” Looking to his left he continued, "Ariadne.”
“Greetings, Lord Demetrius!” Mehtevas exclaimed heartily.
“You have made your choice?” Demetrius asked with excitement.
“We have!” Mehtevas motioned for Demetrius to step closer to the viewing globe. “Behold!”
Demetrius’ huge smile quickly faded as he saw the image. “You cannot be serious!”
“You see Mehtevas? Even he sees the error we have made.” Ariadne shouted.
Mehtevas put his arm around Demetrius’ broad shoulders. “I realize you cannot see it now, but after some training and careful mentoring…”
Demetrius moved to one side. “Lord Mehtevas you know how much I respect you, but I must protest. This…this individual is more suited for the home and hearth, not the battlefield.”
Demetrius looked at the image once again and shook his head. “No amount of training and mentoring could change that into a warrior!” He put up both his hands and shook his head again. “As much as it pains me, I find myself agreeing with Ariadne. An error has surely been made.”
“My beloved friend, I assure you no error has been made. You will see!” Again, Mehtevas gestured towards the images appearing on the globe. "Look beyond what you see here. Beyond outward appearances.” he urged. “Do not be fooled by exterior beauty but instead use your power of discernment and see what lies deep inside."
Demetrius found himself mesmerized. Taking in the energies emanating from the images, he could now feel there was something unique about this one. More than strength and fortitude. An energy pure and unfettered. An energy he had not felt in eons now poured through the globe. But there was something else. What he could not yet comprehend. He became lost in his thoughts for a moment.
“Yes! Yes! " He finally agreed. "But there will be much work involved in training this particular one." Glancing slyly to his right, he added. "And taking into consideration Ariadne is not known for ever being right.” He chided with smug satisfaction, "I accept your offer to train and mentor this chosen one of The Pantheon!"
Demetrius could not help but feel pleased with the angered look upon Ariadne’s face. What a pitiful arrogant soul, he thought. With renewed confidence Demetrius stepped closer to the viewing globe. A big grin spread across his face.
“So when do I get to meet this champion of yours?”
Excerpt from Children Of The Luminaries Book One: The Coming Storm
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