“Am I late?” She stepped into the centre of the council room once again. Randr looked down at her and did a double take. “You didn’t come straight here, did you?” She sighed. “Let’s find out.” They stood together and waited. Ravikka waved her hand and the image of a blood-spattered body on the ground filled the screen. “Aura, the seven has called you here to address the matter of you using the Orb-given abilities to tamper with your own timeline. This is forbidden as it causes damage to the time stream and changes you.” They sat and stared at her. Aura stared back. Randr was trying not to laugh, she could tell. Gwetho leaned forward. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Aura gave a quick bow to the council. “I had to.” Ravikka cocked her head and the others murmured at her words. “What do you mean?” Aura straightened and explained her past and the necessity for the vengeance that she had enacted. “The Orb must have agreed, because it replayed the date and time over and over in my mind and set my body glowing.
