Gifts Given By the Ocean can also be taken back.
After the death of the Village Head, estranged cousins Mandeeq and Shermake reunite at their Grandfather's funeral where their fathers fight over who would be the Heir to the village. With tensions ru...
~ Hadal waa margoo kale ~ Speech is like a tough bite of meat 'tendon'
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"The council will be with you in due time."
Those were the last words shared with the duo before being isolated in a large holding room. This was all becoming very real, very fast. The urgency to do the right thing weighed heavily on her shoulders. A lot of people depended on her and Shermake, to free them and bring back the days above the sea.
In any other situation, it would be hard to not be impressed by the large expanse. The cream walls were adorned with gold details. Pearly pillars seemed to hold the dome ceiling up easily, even though it surely weighed tonnes from the water pressure surrounding them. If this had been a normal day, she would've marvelled at the architecture around her, asking a million questions and maybe even requesting samples but today was not that. She had not seen such a day since Awoowe passed.
Their parents were taken from them shortly before, and were likely waiting in a room similar to this one. Mandeeq hoped they were getting along as she didn't not need their blood feud on her hands right now.
As the doors shut tightly behind them, Mandeeq could hear a click of a lock that she felt instant relief for. At least she'd have a warning before being confronted with the council, who would determine the fate of everyone she'd ever known...
And it was up to her to convince them, to show why their village deserved to be saved. Cilmi's face appeared on her mind and she shut her eyes. His death was not in vain. She would save her village and then tell his family that he was brave. He gave them the answers they needed and he definitely was not crazy.
Mandeeq wasted little to no time staggering away from the door, and finding the nearest corner. Calm down. I need to calm down. With her back against the wall, she slid down the wall, and hugged her knees tightly to her chest. Mandeeq paid little to no mind to her cousin, as she dug her fingernails into her thighs in a desperate attempt to ground herself.
How do I convince them to let us go, reverse the damage, when neither of them have the mark? How can I convince them that Shermake's dad still doesn't hate their kind?
It felt like her diaphragm was swollen with anxiety, forcing her organs to press up against her ribs and handicap her breathing. How was she supposed to pull this off? The magnitude of her responsibility was starting to surround and crush her under its weight, like water pressure. It's going to be okay, she tried to stumble through positive thoughts in an attempt to get a hold of herself. Her tummy ached as the anxiety grew worse. She felt bile rise up her throat but she swallowed it down, just like she did the fear that threatened to cripple her.
What would Awoowe do? Was she joking? Things would've never got this bad if he was still alive. He would've stopped it before their village was swallowed by the sea.
