Stones to Bread/ Misapprehension

"No." Aurora said with a clenched jaw. "I have relayed the Fate's message to you. Hanna said that Alaron is the key. How can you even bring this up?"

The Council sat around the table early that morning. The Empress thought she was bringing news of hope. But before she had even gotten to the part about going to the Mystic Spires, she was blindsided.

"A key? Made whole? It sounds like a bunch of gibberish to me." Councilman Meder scoffed. Although he was normally very quiet during meetings, he could not help but speak up. His bald head and piercing eyes made him seem unapproachable, and no one ever knew what went on in his head. The few comments he made were usually combative in nature. This was no exception.

"I have an idea of what to do," Aurora countered. "If you had not been so quick to change the subject, you would have heard it."

"We can appreciate Your Majesty's concern, but we feel this is more urgent," Ezer said. In truth, the Council was worried about the leader's emotional sta