Chapter Forty Seven: The Elementals

This is a back story. And you know what is a back story. It happened long before than where we are now. So now, let us look back at what had happened.

"This book concerns me," the Bishop of Old told his apprentice, "these animals are not cruel enough, not massive enough, not destructive enough."

He paused for a moment. And then continued: "And this is called the Elementals? How can this be of use to us?"

The apprentice responded, "Your Excellency, this is a product of the imagination of..."

"Ezra Dunster," the Bishop of Old continued the sentence for him. He knew how Ezra is doing his craft very well, and he is sensing a threat. He seems to be cognizant of the fact that someone can replace him and no one can do that. He is too much powerful for that.

"Return this to him as 'inappropriate.'" 

"Inappropriate?" asked the apprentice, perflexed. "But what will the Consistory say? This book has received overwhelming support from the last conclave that..."

"Enough!" the Bishop of Old shouted, cutting him mid-sentence. "I do not care about the Consistory. They have never been enlightened. Never!"

"But Your Excellency, what will happen to these pictures once the imagination takes place? Surely, you don't want the elementals to be dead?"

The Bishop of Old took his magical twig from his cloak and pointed it to his apprentice.

"Which chant do you want to kill you?" he threatened as he slowly move the magical twig in circular motion, still pointed to his face. "Kill them if necessary. The Consistory will know nothing about it."

The apprentice nodded in defeat. Another crime has been committed, and the See of Old has never known everything of it. But an act in the darkness cannot be long hidden. He was so sure of it as he took the book with him.

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