INSIGNIAS: THE REGALIS

The Lux Signifer Academy had been close for a month following the Rosein War in South Edgeburn. Mr. Wright, the Premier, and the remaining members of the Consortium decided to give everyone a long break while Arconien’s elemental world is healing with the help of the Concordians, Mortemians and even non-magic users who were aware of their world. The rifts between the two legions were yet to be fixed but they decided to try. The Concordians’ Elders’ Chamber planned to meet the Mortemians’ Immortal Court, something that hadn’t been done for hundreds of years.

“Those are the first two agendas,” Zircon noted. “Resuming classes in L.S.A. and the Elders’ Chamber and Immortal Court’s meeting.” The Consortium borrowed the Premier’s office for a meeting, considering that they didn’t need to hide their identity anymore. Ground Zero had to wait for another new generation of Consortium.

“In another month,” Druzy suggested, “The faculty members have to adapt the new curriculum approved by the Premier.” Everyone agreed with her.

“Were there a lot of changes?” Pyrite asked. He seldom attended the meetings regarding the change of the curriculum. He had been busy assessing the damage in the Grand Genesis, searching for information about the Regalis and accounting for the missing books.

“Not a lot,” Druzy answered. “But important ones.” He accepted a copy of it handed to him.

“What is our role in the Chamber and Court’s meeting?” Pyrite asked as he brush his long beard with his fingers.

“A possible exchange program,” Flourite answered grimly. Zircon grunted, looking annoyed.

“Do we need to?” he whined. “What do we know of this Mortemian school?”

“Exactly.” Citrine tapped his fingers on the couch. “That’s why we need to talk to their administrators.” Zircon’s frown deepened.

“Relax.” Druzy grabbed Zircon’s stack of papers. “It’s just a talk. We haven’t decided anything.”

“Move on,” Flourite said impatiently. Zircon cleared his throat. He placed a piece of paper in front of each Consortium member. The paper was a copy of the original, an announcement on a golden bond paper-size photo card. The seven emblems were placed on the top. It had a few words, highlighting the event, important dates, and rules. Simple intricate design lined its edges. On the lower end of it were the name and signature of the proponent. Only Pyrite grabbed the copy to read, the others stared at it on the table.

“Ahhh it’s been 20 years already?” he mumbled.

“The Enigma Assembly,” Flourite read.

“It’s a year from now.” Citrine’s gaze lingered on the name of the proponent.

“There’s a new rule.” Zircon pointed at the paper. “It said that starting next year, it will be held every seven years.”

“Interesting,” Citrine commented without much enthusiasm.

“Who are they this time? Who are going to represent Arconien?” Flourite turned to Citrine as if he already knew the answer.