Last night had been a fitful sleep as her mind dwelt on the half sister who should have never been. Finity was of the Holy High Order Clan and anyone born of their seed was to be immediately brought into the fold. Her father’s decision to hide his wrongdoing and leave a defenseless child to fate had brought this approaching plague upon them. She was glad he was gone and that she now led the clan down a holy path. Now however she would have to tell the council who ruled them all of her father’s misdeeds. The council sat around the diamond table and all twelve were in the traditional green garb showing their status. Green meant richness and prosperity. Her clan’s color was blue since that was a holy color and like each clan she had to wear her color at all times.
“Years ago my father committed an indiscretion,” Lady Finity started in front of the council; “he came back to Firara and pretended it never happened. When a letter came telling him of pregnancy he didn’t respond and I am only guessing but the woman must have given up since no more came.
