The moving shadow's

In the middle of the night, in a run down church in the outskirts of the town, two high devotees were kneeling down towards a scholar, someone one rank higher.

“What is the bidding of Janus?” One of them asked the high scholar, who had a grandfatherly smile, that didn’t fully reached his ears, on his round face.

Taking out a stack of papers, he placed the list of the 21 candidates for the throne in the altar. Then, he proceeded to take four files, each marked with a blue stamp.

“These are the ones lord Janus wants us to guide.” Both eyed the files that contained the Magician, Hierophant, Temperance and Star. “As you can see, this time, we have a very hopeful candidates…”

“Sir… I was wondering… each of those have alliances to nobility.” He squirmed, feeling nervous at the spotlight. “The people of Amynistrad already hate the nobility… so, why would Janus choose these people… if they’ll most likely will be dictators?”

The old man considered the question, his spectacles shining under the