Kingsman Return

Council Assembly

Have you ever had this one moment where you knew that it was going to be one of the most important moments of your life?

Like when you were a kid and you were just starting kindergarten, you wake up early in the morning to a nervous wreck of a mom who dresses you in sharp and clean clothes, and dad, who takes you to the dinner table to give you the talk!

When you take your first steps into the hallowed halls of the place called a school with your mom seeing you off at the doors with hugs, kisses, and tears.

Then you're taken to your class where you are faced with the stares of your fellow kids who are silently looking at you, judging you and you know that this was the moment and that the first thing that comes out of your mouth would decide the way you would be received in the future.

That was how Arran felt when he was taken from the docks.

At some point on their journey, Arran was shocked to notice that he was the only one from the original group he traveled with who was still around, all except commander Margo. Seeing her still there with him, Arran was somehow relieved to know that he would have someone to rely on.

He was led from inside the mountain to ascend a fleet of stairs until they came to the surface. From there they went forward, passing through different buildings until they came to one that reminded Arran of the hall of gods which was depicted in ancient Greek mythology back on earth. There were tall pillars holding it up and a high archway that served as the doorway and the whole thing was painted in a coat of alabaster.

Inside, Arran was led through a side door that led to a large room, and inside this room was a different number of people who turned to look at him as soon as Arran walked in.

Seeing all the eyes that were on him, Arran felt like a prisoner on trial and could not help but shudder. Taking a look around the room, Arran saw Rommel and the others who had gone missing on the way here standing off at some corner amongst others.

Apart from them, there were also other people who Arran had never seen before. Like the others, they were also probably here to witness the fate of Arran being decided.

Drowned in the pressure coming from those in the room who had no intention to retract their auras, Arran was sure that every single person in the room could kill him with nothing but a single sneeze.

At the head of all these people, were figures of light that Arran, after a closer look, recognized as holographic projections.

As soon as Arran entered the room, the group who had escorted him in left to join the others in the podiums at the side, and he was left standing in the center of the room with commander Margo by his side.

Immediately, the projection in the middle, the one that showed the image of a man said.

"Now that everyone is present, I Homer of the Aeth royal council, shall preside over this meeting."

"If there are no issues, then we shall commence with the proceedings."

Immediately as his words fell, the man who had led Arran here, stood up and said.

"Reporting to the council, on this day we are here to decide on what to do about the issue regarding Arran Galen, a native of planet earth in the milky way galactic system of the lower realms."

"He was found with one of our racial artifacts that had been lost for four hundred years and is also known to be in possession of the Kingsman racial bloodline. Because of this, there have been suspicions of his origins with the most likely scenario being that he is most likely a descendant of the lost kinsman family line."

Hearing all these, everyone in the room nodded and councilman Homer said "we have read the report that was delivered before this meeting. The real purpose of this assembly is to clear some of our suspicions."

Saying this he turned to face Arran and asked him, "boy do you understand anything that is happening now?"

When Arran heard this question, he answered, "no, I do not."

Nodding his head, councilman Homer told him, "then I shall briefly explain to you why we are all here."

"What was recovered from your hands is one of our race's supreme treasures. There are a total of seven such treasures in existence and each belongs to one of the seven royal families that govern the Aeth race."

"Unfortunately, this one, in particular, was lost in a tragedy that wiped out one of the direct lines of succession of one of the royal families four hundred years ago. So I'm sure you can understand the significance of the matter of this artifact being in your hands?" Councilman Homer asked Arran.

Arran took some time to digest this piece of information. This was very shocking to him because, with this, it raised very important questions, like how did the so-called supreme artifact end up in the hands of his parents.

Seeing as Arran had not responded, Councilman Homer coughed lightly to draw his attention before continuing, "now that brings us to a very important point. On a normal circumstance, it would have been written off a stroke of luck for it to be found in your possession and at most you would have been rewarded for your efforts. But unfortunately, it is not that easy in specific regards to your case."

"That being said, your very existence, is also a matter of grave concern to our race in general. Do you want to know the reason why?"

Arran had a very eager look on his face.

Like the councilman had said, if he were not also important to them, then at most he would have been given a hefty reward enough for him to live out the rest of his life in comfort without having to worry about anything ever again.

With that, he would have gone to live his life as an ordinary mortal in the lower realms. There would have not been a need for all of this. But that was not the case. This went to show that he was relevant in one way or another.

But the question was, in what way was it?