MAPS AND TACTICS

They all were gathered. In a room with worn out wooden walls and floor. On one of those walls, there was one large window. The maroon curtains were drawn over the window. Maps of the Fourth Supreme's little area were strewn all over the walls. Some were of the prisons, some were of the palace, but they were all maps of the Fourth Supreme's barbed-wired bubble. All sorts of weapons were hung all over the wall, and on the large marble table lay a large map of the Fourth Supreme's bubble, and the area surrounding it. It was all labeled, the stream was labeled as piranhas, the prison had different areas which were labeled, such as Feeding Area, Whipping Posts, Pits, and Healing Center. Then there was the palace. The area around it was simply labeled as guards, but on the inside there were even more labels than the prison, like: Kitchen, Meeting Room, Fourth Supreme's (Tenebras's) Quarters, Maids' Quarters, Dungeons, Torture Room, and that was only scraping the surface. Around the bubble area, it was labeled Guards. and then the area surrounding it was simply written down as Forest. Flosi glanced up from the map to find that Partumas was just walking in.

"This emergency meeting has been called because of the death of our beloved Arcus, who was slaughtered by Tenebras, also known as the Fourth Supreme. Because of this, he has been put under the spotlight. We are now aware of his murderous intent if we weren't aware of it long ago. We must find a way to prevent him from taking over our little world up here, preferably by killing him." Partumas announced.

Everybody nodded, their eyes serious. Partumas drew out the battle plan on the map with an ink pen. He wrote down what to do in very elegant cursive. The map was very old, yellowed with age. Each careful stroke with the pen brought the plan to life. Illustrations of what to do were added along side the instructions. They were very beautifully drawn. Notes were written at the edge of the map. Partumas wrote a very large cursive X on the destination. On the destination, they told the plan of what to do there. It seemed a little tough, but they had to pull off the job. Flosi was neither excited nor nervous. Instead she felt an odd sensation. A mix between those two feelings and one more, the sense of victory.