A VERY UNPLEASANT TIME

"Oh-um," said Elizabeth awkwardly. Iz seemed to expect her to say something. How had she ended up leading a group of misfit teens against a daemon rebellion and elementia overlords to meet a council of faerie on another planet that was suspiciously Italian?

"Very well, then, we will go," she said formally although the fact that she had been cursing loudly just a moment before when her champion lost spoiled the effect. After everyone handed over jewelry or watches or whatever (none of them had very much money at the moment, but if you have a tournament it is positively necessary to bet) and grumbled some, they trotted off after Iz into one of the doors, between a painting of a mermaid and an elephant. The door was somehow smug-looking, even ominous. It was small and made of dark wood (nothing seemed to be proper steel here) and had an official-looking gold plaque that read in neat, capital letters:

OFFICIAL ROOM OF THE ANNUAL COUNCIL OF FAERIES OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE A.C.F.

ONLY ENTER IF YOU ARE A MEMBER OR THE FATE OF THE WORLD IS BEING INFLUENCED BY YOU

OR ELSE YOU WILL HAVE A VERY UNPLEASANT TIME

It was a threatening sign. Iz politely informed them that they were influencing the fate of the world and so would not have a very unpleasant time.

"Well, sirs," said Iz sadly, "It has been nice knowing you. Please enter and perchance I will see you again." (I believe I did mention that faeries like pomp and circumstance, and they also love words like perchance and therefore).

Everyone felt a little sad about leaving Iz, who was nice and at least familiar, if odd. The journey so far had just been meeting people and then saying goodbye and figuring out they were evil or at least manipulative; and it was discouraging, to say the least.

So Elizabeth bid goodbye to Iz, and decided not to get too attached too anyone as she might never see them again.

Of course, this proved to be a very foolish decision, but I suppose you'll find that out soon enough.

They entered the room, one by one, as the door was small.

It was a smallish room, and it reminded Elizabeth of a crowded thanksgiving dinner once everyone was inside. Everyone was tightly packed and awkwardly staring at each other.

The head of the A.C.F. (It was obvious to everyone she was the head as she was sitting at the far end of the table,  and anyone who knows anything about faerie politics knows that is the most powerful position) stood up and bowed. Elizabeth nervously stepped forward and bowed. She suddenly felt horribly out-of-place, like the dwarves and hobbit when they travel to Rivendell (remember I told you Elizabeth was geeky).

"Welcome," said the head of the A.C.F, "I am the head of the A.C.F. and my name is Atri."

"I am the head of the C.O.H.B, and my name is Elizabeth," said Elizabeth bravely.Ver

The End

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