Great Heads

27: The Assemble

Kaleb

I was being taken to a council hall because I had been summoned there by the elders, so suddenly. Though unnecessary, I would say they all were fools for thinking I’d even flinch a bit in their so-called ‘honourable presence’.

It was an open place, crowded with nothing but bewildered Forelenes that awaited my trial. And according to one of them that I had heard mumbling, he said that a case of anyone fighting in Forestille was extremely rare if not impossible.

I was walking in still having my pride intact. They believed they were kind and warm-hearted, and in their voice, they’d say that their blood was made of milk and honey. If I was right.

It was the Rocainians that were cold-blooded to them. We were the cruel, evil ones they said.

In the council hall, I sighted a few seats for the people and then high seats that were literally higher than the others with a raised long joined desk.

I was being guarded by two men who seemed afraid of me. And if not for the respect I had for Mo