Dominion NES

The figure strode slowly down the hall. It slopped gently, barely perceptibly, yet so long the corridor that it plunged to great depths. After what seemed like hours, the figure reached the great double doors that that ended the corridor. The doors were massive, reaching far beyond the light that can from the Figure’s brooch, but plain, their only ornamentation being the great iron rings that served to open them.
Stepping thought the doors, the Figure extinguished the light from the brooch. The chamber was vast, the walls extending out beyond sight. Further into the room sat a circular pool of water, with a low wall reaching ‘round it. Mist clung to the pool, and pale light glowed from within the pool, the only illumination in the vast chamber. The Figure approached the pool.
“Well, well, old friend. I did not expect you too visit again so soon,” said a jovial voice from the dark.
“In truth, neither did I friend, friend. However, you wound me. Were you not my only friend for so many years?” the Figure said, humour in his voice.
“Perhaps, but you are so busy these days, that I doubt this is a purely social call.”
“You, are correct,” The Figure admitted “I wish I could say other wise, but I am her to tell you a will take you’re advise. So far, only She knows what I plan, but others will learn soon.”
“You mean you finally take my advice? After all these years, only know you listen? What changed you’re mind?”
“They did. I once respected their kin, but their noble blood died-out long ago. Now they a mewling, spoiled brats. So, I will take this away from them, so they might know humility.”
“And this Magni has nothing to do with you’re decision?” the voice said, laden with barely suppressed humour.
At this, the figure threw back his head and laughed. “Perhaps. However, it is mostly their fault.” The Figure sighed “now, my friend, I must depart. I have much to do.”
“You know,” called the voice as the figure reached the door, voice filled with humour “I think I have finally grown tired of you’re voice.”
The Figure chuckled “Then maybe I should use a different voice” he said, in a very different voice, then closed the doors.

It flew across the tree tops, reveling in the feel of air and wind across it’s wings. It banked gently as the Voice asked it, wanting it to go there, towards the clearing. It would do anything for the Voice. It was here, in this land to spy for it, to see what was here, what apposed it master, the Voice. Occasionally it saw the Enemy, fleeting glimpses of them. The enemy might see it, but it’s kin lived while in this land, and so think nothing of it. There, another enemy, and the Voice rewarded it for seeing them. It liked it when the Voice was happy, and finding the Enemy made the Voice happy. So it sought them. So it flew, spying, always scouting, trying to find the Enemy to make the Voice happy. All to make the voice happy