Minister Akil Vrikirs flew through the window of his office, set in the most recondite region of a mountain. It was good, he thought. There was zero chance of him getting unnecessarily bothered when entering to his workplace. It included a nice set of ivory furniture, a more than generously sized desk, three sets of black, blue and red ink (with different quill pens), piled pieces of blank paper about to be written, Corinthian columns and a decent set of indoor plants. He had no windows and he could clearly see the sky behind the columns. He landed on the pristine floor and fixed his blue cotton waistcoat a bit. He was also dressed with navy-blue trousers, black leather moccasins, and white linen t-shirt and handkerchief on his neck. His mustard yellow peak was small and curved, his feathers a very dull brown, and his eyes enormous and black. He then approached to his desk. He used to take notes over his secretaries’ notes, because it was easier for him to remember after writing down his ‘thinking cycle’.
Every day was carefully planned and not a detail escaped him. He needed to be precise about everything he did, as mistakes were not his thing.
He sat down and checked that all his objects were exactly where he left them the day before -he didn’t really trust the staff- and started rummaging through the papers, softly grabbing them with his left brown wing. Everything seemed normal, it seemed like it was going to be a good day. Usually, if he had to do something out of his regular tasks, he was always received by his secretaries inside this place, so first hour in the morning he could always tell if it was going to be a good day or a bad day. Today it seemed like it was going to go well.
Then, he looked closely at one of the three piles of papers he had over his desk. The note at the top of the pile was written in a very messy calligraphy. He sighed. Sometimes he thought he was the only one in this whole State that could write properly. It was labelled with a red seal, which meant it was urgent. He sat at his desk and proceeded to read. After that…his facial expression changed radically as his eyes were processing every word.
“Imminent war. The Leonian Kingdoms and the Wolven
Lycanate seem to be about to face bloodshed from both
sides. General Delmaic Whithart proceeded to cross the
whole continent with his legion to reach his enemies.
The Wolven folk pretend to destroy The Elder, also
known as the Ancient Dragon Queen. There are rumours
about some sort of ‘killing creature’ that is pretended to
be released to destroy the Elder. Some claim it’s a warrior,
some say it’s a sorcerer, and some say its product of
artificial resurrection. The Avian States…”
Akil had to stop reading. He immediately moved his left wing to grab something inside one of his drawers: it was a white liquid vial, almost translucent. He drank the whole of it. Then he softly left the empty recipient again inside the drawer. He could just not believe what he read.
Of course, the Avian States had a story of being neutral to almost every war that took place anywhere else. They didn’t care who killed whom, which region was experiencing a devastating famine, or a nuclear accident. No, the Avian States were famous -and proud- of never caring about everyone else but themselves. As long as none of the States were attacked, they didn’t mind anything. He thought about the Dragon.
A lot of enthusiastic historical reading popped up in his mind. It was known that the Elder once attacked what is now known as Draconia, and that she remained there for years being a somehow latent but permanent threat. Sometimes Akil thought, what would happen if they experienced the release of the Dragon once again? But he always tried to hide that idea in his mind. It could not be possible to see the anger of the Dragon all over the world again, correct?
He stood up and went to his balcony. He didn’t want to read the rest of the document yet. The sole idea of the Elder being released could break him down immediately. That wasn’t just a sporadic war. The Elder is incredibly powerful and has a thirst for revenge against all living creatures. The Avian States could not simply assume neutrality. Not this time. And this meant moving a lot of threads to actually get everyone informed about the situation. He wished he would have known this way before. Usually, war affairs between foreigners were not a top priority, so sometimes they used to get information of this kind way later than these events started. But, oh, this time, how much he wished he knew it beforehand. A Council between all the Avian States around the world must now be called upon. He would have to write a lot of letters and talk to a lot of his fellow comrades. His anxious mental health was not ready for this.
But, of course, the individual lives of everyone he could think of did not matter anymore.