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Chapter 119: The Council of Light

“The Flame is powerful, but it alone cannot defeat the darkness. You must find the True Flame, or all will be lost.”
The words echoed in the chamber, the gravity of the statement hanging heavy in the air. Lysandra, Finn, Alaric, and Maelis stood before the ancient Council of Light, an assembly of ethereal beings who had protected the realm for centuries. The Council’s presence filled the room with a soft, radiant glow, a stark contrast to the deep shadows that loomed outside the temple’s walls.
Finn glanced around at the assembled figures, his usual irreverence tempered by the solemnity of the moment. “So, let me get this straight—we’ve been busting our backsides to keep the Flame burning, and now you’re telling us there’s an even bigger flame out there somewhere? One that’s, what, the True Flame?”
The leader of the Council, an imposing figure with a long, flowing robe of light, nodded gravely. “Yes. The Flame you guard is but a fragment of the True Flame, the original source of light that once illuminated this world and all others. Long ago, it was lost, scattered across the realms in an effort to protect it from those who would use its power for darkness.”
Lysandra stepped forward, her voice filled with urgency. “If the True Flame is what we need to defeat Malakhor, then tell us where to find it. We’ll do whatever it takes.”
The leader’s gaze softened slightly, but there was a note of warning in his tone. “The path to the True Flame is fraught with danger, trials that will test not only your strength but your very spirit. Even with the Flame, Malakhor’s defeat is not guaranteed. You must be prepared for the cost.”
Alaric, always the pragmatist, spoke up. “We’re willing to pay that cost. Just tell us where to start.”
Another member of the Council, a woman with eyes like molten gold, addressed them. “The journey begins at the ancient temple of Aeloria, hidden deep within the mountains to the north. It is said that the temple holds the first key to the True Flame’s location. But be warned—Aeloria is guarded by the spirits of those who once protected the Flame. They will not allow just anyone to pass.”
Maelis, who had been quiet up until now, nodded thoughtfully. “So, we’re looking at a series of trials, then? Sounds like our kind of party.”
Finn grinned, his humor returning. “Just another day at the office, right?”
Lysandra shot him a look, half exasperated, half amused. “Finn, this isn’t exactly the time for jokes.”
He shrugged, though there was a warmth in his eyes as he looked at her. “Just trying to keep the mood light. We’ve been through worse, haven’t we?”
Before Lysandra could respond, the leader of the Council spoke again, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “There is one more thing you must know. The darkness is spreading faster than we anticipated. Malakhor is gaining strength with each passing moment. The longer you take, the more difficult your task will become.”
Finn’s grin faded, replaced by a look of determination. “Then we don’t have time to waste.”
The Council members exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. Finally, the leader spoke once more. “Practice kindness. Not all kind people would still be good to you when you do harm to them. Some are like dormant volcanoes waiting for their time to erupt. Remember this as you face the trials ahead. The challenges you will face are not only external but internal as well. You must not let the darkness within you grow, or it will consume you as surely as Malakhor’s shadow.”
Alaric nodded, his expression serious. “We understand. Thank you for your guidance.”
The leader of the Council inclined his head. “May the light guide you on your journey.”
With that, the Council’s light dimmed, and the ethereal figures began to fade, leaving the group alone in the chamber once more. The silence that followed was thick with the weight of what they had just learned.
Finn let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that’s one heck of a to-do list. Find an ancient, possibly mythical Flame, pass some ridiculously difficult trials, and save the world. No big deal, right?”
Maelis smirked, though there was an edge of nervous energy in her voice. “Piece of cake. We’ve done it before.”
Lysandra’s lips curved into a small smile. “I think this is a bit more than anything we’ve faced before.”
Alaric, always focused, interrupted their banter. “We should start preparing. If the temple of Aeloria is our first destination, we need to be ready for whatever it throws at us.”
Lysandra nodded, though her thoughts were already racing ahead. The True Flame… it was the key to everything, the one thing that could tip the balance in their favor. But finding it, let alone harnessing its power, was a daunting task. And the warning from the Council—about the darkness within—lingered in her mind.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Finn standing beside her, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Hey, you okay? You’ve got that ‘I’m worried about everything’ look on your face.”
Lysandra chuckled softly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m fine, Finn. Just… thinking about everything that’s ahead of us.”
Finn nodded, his gaze softening. “Yeah, it’s a lot. But we’ll get through it. We always do.”
There was a brief, almost tender silence between them, a moment of unspoken understanding. Lysandra found herself grateful for Finn’s presence, his unwavering support even in the darkest times.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, her eyes meeting his. “For everything.”
Finn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that familiar way. “Hey, what are friends for?”
Before the moment could stretch into something more, Maelis cleared her throat loudly, breaking the tension. “Hate to interrupt whatever’s going on over there, but we’ve got a world to save.”
Lysandra blushed, quickly stepping back from Finn, while Finn just chuckled, clearly unfazed. “Right. Priorities.”
As they prepared to leave the chamber, Alaric laid out the plan. “We’ll rest tonight and set out for Aeloria at first light. It’s a long journey, and we’ll need to conserve our strength for whatever trials we face.”
They all nodded in agreement, the weariness of their recent battles still clinging to them like a second skin. But there was also a renewed sense of purpose, a determination to see this through to the end, no matter the cost.
Later that night, as the others slept, Lysandra found herself standing alone on one of the temple’s balconies, staring out at the dark landscape below. The moon hung low in the sky, its light casting long shadows over the land. The darkness seemed to pulse, alive with a malevolent energy that made her shiver.
She knew that their journey would only grow more difficult from here on out, the challenges ahead pushing them to their limits. But she also knew that they couldn’t afford to fail. Not now. Not when they were so close.
The sound of footsteps behind her broke her reverie, and she turned to see Finn approaching, a small, wry smile on his lips. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”
Lysandra shook her head, returning his smile. “Too much on my mind, I guess.”
Finn leaned against the balcony railing beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Yeah, I get that. But hey, at least we’re in this together, right?”
She nodded, her heart warming at the sentiment. “Right. Together.”
They stood there in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of their upcoming journey hanging between them. But in that moment, with the night breeze rustling their hair and the moonlight casting a gentle glow over the land, Lysandra felt a rare sense of peace. It was fleeting, she knew, but she clung to it all the same.
Finally, Finn broke the silence, his voice soft but steady. “You know, Lys… no matter what happens, I’m glad I’m here with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”
Lysandra’s breath caught in her throat, and she turned to look at him, her eyes searching his for any hint of humor. But there was none. Just a quiet, sincere warmth that made her heart skip a beat.
“Me too,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you’re here, Finn.”
They shared a lingering look, something unspoken passing between them. But before it could turn into anything more, the sound of the temple bells tolled softly in the distance, signaling the hour.
“We should get some rest,” Finn said, though his voice was tinged with reluctance. “Big day tomorrow.”
Lysandra nodded, though she didn’t move right away. “Yeah… big day.”
As they walked back inside, side by side, there was a new understanding between them, something deeper and more profound than the simple camaraderie they had shared before. It was a bond forged in the fires of their trials, tempered by the light they had fought so hard to protect.

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