“News? What news? Thou shall speak with haste, the more we meet the quicker we will get rooted out.” Pride spoke softly. Her footsteps stalked from the tree line. Her dark robes were clean unmarred from the forests filth. Her mask shimmered as she approached Wrath.
The light of the moon snuffed out by the clouds that obscured the sky. A robed figure stood once again at the shoreline, although another figure, shorter than the first stood next to it. “You are to become a soldier of the Circle. An allegiance born of power and knowledge. I will give you a new name, you will be reborn in the circle with the name, Chaos. May you reach what you desire, and with my guidance you will be the strongest of your kind. My brothers will know of your existence and may request your aid. Pay them heed for they are just as dangerous as I.” The figure turned to see a glow coming from the path. A young man strolled down the path with a pitchfork in one hand and a torch in the other. “We will be seen, we must remain hidden until the time is right.”