Death approaches

She swallowed dryly as she glanced up at the door for the umpteenth time, as if she were expecting something to burst through it. With all honesty, this wasn't that far from the truth, a shaky breath of air filling her lungs. Her position of power was a thinly veiled protection that was cracking. Her funding was disappearing. She was slipping. A hand raised up and flicked to the side, beginning to record.

"I have reason to believe that my position of diplomatic safety has been compromised. I have been testing her patience, and funding is being cut from my branch while results and fruit of my work are expected to remain the same. She is trying to get me to step down and give up my position without excessive use of force. I assume because I make the easiest target for her true goal. I also believe it is safe to assume that she will soon terminate my life, as I will become obsolete in my position of psionic studies.”

The troll was beginning to fidget with her ring. She used to wear many, but now there was only one, and she was trying to decide where it’s loyalty would fall. So much significance behind such a small object… She supposed she would have to wait and see.

“I have yet to budge, and I have no intention of doing so. I am sure that, at this point, she has noticed, and is planning her next move,”

Again she looked at the door. Expecting. Waiting. But nothing happened yet. She was growing paranoid. No doubt it was intentional, she must have expected this to happen. She was more cunning and intelligent than she thought anyone gave her credit for. Most of the others, they viewed her as the perfect public face for the Pantheon. She was the best when it came to dealing with people, so no one else could have taken that position even if they wanted to. But that was all it was supposed to be, a position to allow her to communicate with the public for the rest of them. A position that required the trust of others.

“I do not wish to slander her name, so I won’t. I will deal with this issue without seeking help from the other Gods. Not even my own mate.”

She stood up, the camera following her movements as she stepped towards the hall.

“I Intend to approach her directly, with this camera out of sight. I hope that one of the others will find it, and not her.”

She hesitated with her words for a moment. If she went through with this, she likely wouldn’t come out on top. Tears began to form in her eyes, but she was quick to wipe them away and steel her own resolve.

“My darling, please be safe."