He had to tear himself away from the visions he had seen deep within the crystal.
Darkness, death and destruction; blood and bitter tears; malice and murder - No! This must not be. He needed to act, needed to act fast! With delicate fingers he replaced the silken black cloth to spare him the view of a falling Taborea.
Calling his apprentice he had but one thing in mind, "Go, fetch my brothers. Tell them Danatross needs them. NOW!" His steady gaze conveyed urgency. The apprenticed nodded, his master never looked so worried before.
Not long after the call, the brotherhood had assembled in the highest chamber at the top of the tower where Danatross' study lay. With a gesture he invited his guests to take their places around the huge wooden table. The twelve brothers sat down with Danatross presiding from his throne.
"Brothers, I have seen the ending of our world. We must act. We can not let it happen!"
Danatross words summoned images of violence, images of great horror and a terrible future where evil would reign the world. So they talked and worked and found a way. It would not be easy but they had to do it.
Raising from his seat a red glint from the candles was reflected from his eyes. He raised the hood of his robe, embroidered with magical symbols of silver thread, to place it on his head.
"Let us begin the ritual and rewrite history! Darkness is..."
With the chant of his circle, his last words were drowned out. Knifes were drawn and the bowl on the table was filling quickly with the blood from the palms of the brothers...