"Your Majesty," the Cleric said while taking one knee in front of the large white marble staircase that stood before him. He knelt in a mostly empty room besides the ornate tapestries and designs that lined the walls and, of course, the two giant thrones that sat atop the marble staircase. His white and blue embroidered robes brushed the grey and white marbled flooring as he knelt to the ground. He had a small, bushy beard that made his face look rounded and full. 

 "The light of the prophecy has spoken to us," he continued. 

"What did it say?" Queen Tallim raised her voice in anticipation, digging her long purple nails into the mahogany armrest of her throne. 

"The child has been born; it's a parakeet girl living in a tiny village up north," the Cleric said, his voice trembling slightly at the thought of the child's fate. 

"And you're sure she was born with the star?" Queen Tallim questioned, an intense gaze fixed at the bowed Cleric.

"Yes, your majesty, I am positive she was born with it. What would you like us to do?" he asked, fearing the next words that would escape the tyrant's mouth. 

"I want her; I want the child. Bring her to me!" Queen Tallim said, her teeth-gritting and her face started to morph; two feathery red spots began to grow on her cheeks as her emotions grew. Her blonde hair started to morph and change into bright yellow feathers. She took a deep breath in and out to calm down her emotions; the feathers disappeared into her skin and hair. 

"The town won't be pleased with us taking a newborn infant, your majesty," the Cleric said, lifting his eyes slightly to look at Queen Tallim.

"Then..." she thought for a second, weighing the pros and cons of every situation that came to her mind. "...burn down the village, kill all the witnesses. And bring The Five just in case you run into any issues while you gather the girl," she said, her voice calm and terrifyingly okay with the order she just gave. 

"But, the innocent children and families that live in the village. What about them?" the Cleric said, his voice rising in anger. 

"Did you just speak out of turn?" King Tallim, who had been sitting next to his wife, subserviently this whole time, asked. His voice was rough and unused, for his wife did most of the talking. 

"I apologize, your majesty; I wasn't thinking. Of course, you know what you're doing; you're always correct," the Cleric said, fearing what might be done to him if he risked talking back once more. 

"You're forgiven, but if you make one more mistake..." King Tallim paused, looking over at his wife for advice on what he should do next. 

Queen Tallim sighed, slightly tapping her nails against the wood of her throne's arm in agitation over her husband's incompetence, "You will be thrown in the Red Chambers." 

"Yes, your majesty, of course," the Cleric answered back, his voice quivering in fear. "I'll take my leave then, your majesty." He stood up, never looking at the tyrants that loomed above him. 

"Long live the kingdom of Ollum," he said while bowing and walking through the long throne room. He grabbed ahold of the handle of the massive doors that led to the exit and pushed them open. The doors slid quietly over the marble floor as they shut with a slight noise.