The Judges Of Isreal

The twelve mighty judges of Isreal had felt a shift in the heavens.

For a long time they had known that a war was brewing with the phillistines and that it was inevitable but they could sense that something or someone's arrival would speed up the process.

The calamity was coming.

For thousands of years a prophecy had been passed down from generation to generation that the breaker of chains would be born and free Isreal from their shackles.

The prophecy read as so.

"When the destruction of Isreal becomes imminent and inevitable, the Lord will send a child born from calamity.

This child of calamity would either mark the revival or the annihilation of Isreal."

The simple but terrifying omen had haunted the judges and their forefathers for generations…

At the centre of Isreal, an ornate palace could be seen.

The pure white granite coupled with the gold details of the pillars gave the palace a breathtaking finish.

Inside the palace, a heated meeting had been taking place for a few hours.

Twelve thrones surrounded a massive circular table.

At the head of the table, an olive skinned middle aged man adorned in a spotless white robe wore a relaxed expression.

The current leader of the twelve judges, Othniel the mighty sat comfortably.

"What do you think about this Othniel, you've been sitting there quietly watching this entire time."

A younger male spoke out from the side of Othniel. His crimson red robes matched his fiery temperament.

The younger male wore a sabre on his side; the blade of the sabre had an obsidian black finish but the hilt was a blood red.

"Be patient Jair, I'm still mulling a few things over. What is the point in stressing right now?"

Othniel had thought about this matter ceaselessly for that past few hours.

At first the situation did cause him some trepidation but after taking in all the information available, it appeared their situation was not as bad as it had seemed an hour ago.

'I just hope we can hold back the phillistines for another decade.' Othniel mused to himself.

He then turned to Jair and elaborated.

"We know the child of calamity has been born.

While your right in the fact there should be some sense of urgency, your forgetting one important thing; your faith.

The Lord is on our side and he would never abandon us as we have remained faithful to him.

Cultivators don't awaken until they are ten usually."

The eyes of the people in room widen slightly.

'How could this have slipped my mind?' One of the judges thought.

Othniel continued after a brief moment of silence.

"We have ten years time to find this child before he awakens and nurture him.

Be patient and let our deviners work.

Why do you think I did not summon Tola, Deborah or Jephthah to this meeting?

They are currently devining the child's birth place. It will take a few years but luckily time is on our side.

So once again, be patient."

Jair looked at Othniel his aura leaking out raising the temperature of the room a few degree.

His eyes washed over with a fiery glint before he quickly retracted his aura and closed his eyes.

A sigh a escaped his mouth before he relented.

"I suppose your right about this matter."

"Mhm, it looks like I've been skimping out on your training. To think that you would dare flare your aura at me?"

An amused smile appeared across Othniels face.

Jairs face suddenly stiffened up and his hairs rose. To him that smile was very sinister; he recognised that smile on his masters face.

Although his status had recently been elevated to a Judge, his masters overbearing strength remained the same.

"Hahaha! Othniel stop scaring the kid. Of course he would panick in this situation, he's still wet behind the ears! Hahaaa!"

At the left side of Othniel, a towering brown skin male with a lean but chiseled body adorned in brown robes, laughed heartily at Jair's plight.

"Shamgar, who do you think your laughing at!" Jair shouted back causing the man to laugh even more.

"Could you two please stop fighting for one second. Othniel, could we reconvene tomorrow? It's currently going nowhere."

An effeminate voice called out from the end of the table.

"Ahh Ehud, your suggestion is reasonable.

The conversation is getting more

counterproductive by the second.

I guess we'll reconvene tomorrow at noon. No one be late." Othniel passed his order.

The women named Ehud, clad in all black robes and a leather mask that covered the bottom part of her pale face, vanished into the shadows the moment Othniel's judgment passed.

"I guess that concludes todays meeting. Jair with me now; we have some training to complete."

Jairs faced paled, he suddenly ignited his flame aura trying to flee.

A strong hand, akin to a vice, grabbed the back of his Jair's neck like a newborn cub before he could even take a step forward.

"To try escape from me after I kindly extended you an invitation to train? I truly have slacked of these past few months."

"Please master! Allow me some rest today!" Jair pleaded.

"Mmh, Shamgar! Would you like to join us?" Othniel asked turning around only to find the entire hall empty.

"I guess it's just us…" a sinister smile appeared on Othniel's face once again.

"Lord help me!" Jair called out…