"We must act soon." Even though the room was dimly lit, it was clear that all of its members were nodding. The speaker was pacing in front of the audience. "We can't let her reach her 18th birthday; she must be stopped before then." A murmur of agreement passed amongst the immortals and the monsters that were in the room.
   "She is well guarded and well trained," a female voice pointed out. "How are we supposed to stop her if she never leaves camp?" Someone pounded their fist on a table.
   "That is what we are here to figure out," this voice was new to the conversation. It was clear that he was angry. "Now if you do not have anything useful to say than you can leave. That goes for everyone who is here; either come up with something productive or leave. The window of time we have to come up with a plan and execute it is closing fast." The atmosphere in the room darkened; senses of unease spread through everyone. The sound of someone clearing there voice was heard. "What," the immortal male snapped.
   "She's fallen to manipulation before," this voice may have sounded kinder but it's speaker was far from innocent. "Why don't we just trick her into leaving camp. All we need is for her to come outside of camp borders and then we can grab her." No one knew whether to laugh or feel impressed. The idea seemed to be to simple to be plausible. They expected the mastermind behind the idea to get throne out. But instead they all were.
   "Everyone leave now," it was the first speaker. He sounded deep in thought. He went back to pacing. Once everyone left and he was alone, he started speaking to himself. "That might just work. It would need to be executed perfectly though." Thunder boomed above, rain started pouring onto the roof above him. "Enjoy your happiness now young Hunter, the end is near."