End of an Era, Advancement of the Age

He was laying back on the sofa, watching the most recent catch play a board game. Two of the partners were also watching the game, both sitting in recliners. The last of the partners was in the kitchen, “educating” one of the girls caught the previous night.

They no longer went by the names they were born with, feeling that was beneath them. Ziggurat, the most powerful of the group, was on the sofa, watching one of the girls, a blonde, out of the corner of his eye. His dark-skinned partner, Ebon, was sitting on a white leather recliner, watching the chocolate-skinned girl still playing the game. The third partner, known as Olorin, who’s power was second to Ziggurat’s, was sitting on a black leather recliner, patting the black hair of the Asian on his lap. Draconis was the weakest of the group; he could only handle one girl at a time, but was very good at altering and rewriting a mind, so that he did not need to constantly exert himself.

Ziggurat hadn’t made a decision as to which girls he would keep to himself. The group generally let Draconis make the first choice; when the rest of the girls saw what he did, they began to understand their situation and began to accept it. Olorin had already picked the Asian, contrary to the general rule of Ziggurat choosing second. Ziggurat felt no reason to argue with Olorin’s action, he had the feeling this would be the last time the group would be together.

Draconis was already very independent; he was no longer following the group’s consensus. He was also the weakest link in the group. Ziggurat had no problem cutting him loose. Yes, Ziggurat thought, it’s time to move on.

Ziggurat looked over the girls again. The chocolate-skinned girl stood up and walked over to Ebon, sitting down at his feet. Ebon was looking at Ziggurat, making sure it was okay. Ziggurat nodded his approval. The last three girls on the floor were still playing. They were a redhead, a brunette, and a pale girl with raven locks that hung down to her waist.

None of the girls thought this was out of the ordinary for Ziggurat had regressed the mentally to a young, trusting age. Only Ziggurat was able to do this, although he had taught the other three how to undo the regression. Ziggurat’s power was so great he had been able to affect large crowds.

Ziggurat finally decided. The redhead stood up. She walked over and sat down on the sofa between Ziggurat and the blonde. A few seconds later, the pale girl with waist-length hair was kneeling before Ebon and the brunette had joined the Asian on Olorin’s lap.

~Are we in agreement?~ asked Ziggurat. His three partners voiced their agreement. They were no more.