We were all assembled in the main central hallway, everyone in solemn masks as we sat fearing our fate. Only faint lights mixed with the glow from the Stargar Stones illuminated our faces. Everything else was shut down, everything brought down to minimal requirements so we couldn't be found out.
No one spoke a word as we huddled together, after the soldier had rushed to warn them and they got to work on the emergency protocol that they had prepared for this very circumstance.
Avelora stood in the centre of the room, her composure back to her serene self, and her face a mask of calm reassurance. She almost looked ethereal under the lights and I realised she looked exactly like someone who I would like to have as a leader to guide me. If only her sense of morals weren't so skewed.
