Proctor: Angel of Death (Part 3)

Many miles away in the High Tower of the Senate, Wilber deliberated with his followers the choice he had made, outwardly refusing to air all his doubts despite the torture within his soul. Had he really done the right thing, was this Enforcer really the chosen one - what if he had got it all terribly wrong?

"Wilber, the path we are about to follow is one filled with danger for us all. It will with time become known that we have made allegiance against The Elders and as such, life will become very difficult for us and to be truthful, your criteria for deciding on this particular Enforcer concerns us somewhat." It was Parson, he always had reservations, always had ‘concerns’ but on these points he was for once correct and Wilber could feel the unanimous flow of support Parson’s words carried.

"What is the point of fearing such consequences, now is the time to grasp truth and conviction Parson, not wallow in doubt. We are all aware are we not that The Elder’s path is an unjust one, one filled with despair, fear and never ending suffering and we all know that behind this lurks a far darker danger than this civilization can as yet comprehend. They have turned away from the old ways of truth and knowledge, from discovery of nature and humanity and turned instead to a slavish devotion to technological advancement at the cost of thought and intuition. In so doing, we are in danger of losing our very way of existence and life itself.

My fellow Philosophers, Proctor is quite simply our only hope."

The Philosophers huddled around the large oval table and looked at each other and in each others eyes they saw the light, fear, hope and happiness of a thousand years passed and a thousand years to come if - and if they could make their plans a reality.

It was Wolfe who spoke for them all. A small voice carrying great power and respect she said the words Wilber so wished to hear with absolute sincerity and conviction, her eyes, grey gold fixed fast to his own.

"Then we are with you Wilber - May the heavens speed our quest before time itself takes us."

Parson folding his arms, shook his head, his face grim. "Very well, but by all the Philosophers might, I hope you are correct Wilber or you will be sending us into an infinity of woes.

The meaning and the threat was clear to Wilber.

What secret lay imbeded in Parson’s words was however lost on the others for the time being and Wilber was able to take his farewell of them all and depart the High Tower full of plans.

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"It is belief that propels us forward - makes us as humans, do certain things and not others but for an Enforcer there is no belief. Only the Rules of Enforcement. For long, too long the Enforcers have silently ridiculed those they should be protecting, deriding their natural inclination to believe, hope and pray as a weakness rather than a strength." Wolfe tapped her small stubby fingers on the emerald gilded table before her. She had aged badly, only her eyes held the beauty that had once been hers. "Such a practice cannot contine, humanity lives because of the Enforcers, the Enforcers exist because of humanity. For the time being one cannot live without the other and for the time being I am inclined to allow The Philosophers of The High Tower to their sad belief that a chosen one can save them."

The last words were spat out with some disdain although the grey gold of Wolfe’s eyes remained innocence itself, filled with peace and harmony.