Isyldor stared at the planet in The Great Chamber. Even though it was tiny and inconsequential to the entire universe displayed before him, this planet is what everyone focuses on. Too bad, it’s inhabitants had to be destroyed. It was inevitable really.

A young squire entered into the chamber, head bowed. “Isyldor,” the squire whispered, “may I speak?”

“Why of course young one,” Isyldor smiled.

“Thank you sir. The preparations are near completion. Shall I tell the others to begin?”

“Not quite yet young one,” Isyldor still stared at the planet. “She was beautiful wasn’t she?”

“Yes sir. Is that where you chose your Name?” the squire asked.

“Oh no, that’s a different world from a different time,” Isyldor grew nostalgic. “It had fantastic poetry and prose. I still carry some of it’s ancient tomes. I should have you read them sometime.” Isyldor looked back and put his hand on the squire’s shoulder. “Let’s go tell the others.” Isyldor smiled again. “Let the Day of Reckoning begin.”