As the Council began to disband, there was one final question that Ibstabar needed answered. "If you are to live among us and sit on the Council, you are still holding tight to your earthly existence?" The metamorphasis had already taken place, if was obv ious that the task given me would be executed. As I leaned in to answer, the two elders Morious and Portrid began to speak in tandom. "Ibstabar, we have all agreed that she was the only one who could help keep darkness for seeping through to the earthly plane, what manner of judgement do you imply?" Ibstabar, with slight tension, replied "I do not pass judgement higher sirs, I do however want what is best for the Council, I do not doubt her purity, but I simply state that we are ahead of ourselves casting her into an existence she is not fully trained to understand." I knew she was right, I knew I was not fully prepared for what was to happen next, yet The Two transported me as quickly as the question was raised. And there I stood, in the midst of an indigo darkness that left my body cold and shivering.