A Game of Flags

Chapter Nine: Many Greetings

𝗣errin had now woke up in a bronze colored room, the sun was shining through the windows, and the chandelier above him was beautiful, the white blanket that was on him was completely bright (from the sun, of course), he had no idea where he was.
His eyes were baggy and red, he looked at the wound that was on his side, as he smoothed it a little, until he heard a unfamiliar voice.
“So you have finally woken up,” said the voice. “For someone to survive a blade like that, i am impressed by your skill.”
“I don't think it was me,” said Perrin, “the last i remember was this woman coming towards me. But then everything went black after that.”
“Ah yes, it was Syldi, a Vylven Ranger, she took you here.”
“Oh,” said Perrin looking at the tall figure. “Say, who are you?”
“I am called Elafir, the mayor of the valley's of Brookrill.”
Perrin's eyes went wide. “Brookrill?” he said, his voice turning to a whisper. “Like... the Brookrill? The Valley's?”
“Yes, the Valley's,” said Elafir, “come! Your friends are expecting you.”
Perrin slowly got off the bed, he could walk fine, his wound didn't hurt much. But he noticed his hands were sore, and his feet felt weak, but somehow he could still walk.

The Two went out of the Shrine and went out into the gardens of the Main Valley, to the left, he could see Valven Children playing, and to the right, he could see Valven Monks having a ceremony of their own.
“We have all types of Vylven folk here,” said Elafir, “as you can see, of course, but let them be! We need to find your friends.”
They continued walking, coming across a beautiful fountain (“Lovely fountain!” said Perrin.) as he heard the famillar voices coming closer to him.
“Perrin! Perrin!” said Gimitri, as Perrin turned around and saw his companion and his cousin, Evera, running towards him.
They both leaped forward to hug him, with Evera saying; “Perrin! My lad! You live! You live!”
“Yes! I live!” said Perrin, now laughing.
Elafir chuckled at the reunion. “Good greetings!” said Elafir. “Good greetings, my fellow younglings! So glad to see you live!”
“It is nice to meet you, lord,” said Gimitri, bowing.
“Oh! No need to bow!” said Elafir. “Hey, come!”
The Three followed Elafir into another building, where they saw Arathor, Eli (the dual-wielding katana lad), Syldi and a old man (a monk, he looked like) with a staff.
Arathor turned to the Three. “My lads!” he said. “You have lived! Great to see you!”
“Yes! We are very glad to see you too,” said Perrin, “what happened to the Twelve?”
“Defeated, for now,” said the monk, “we do not expect them to remain defeated, though, they will come back. And we have to prepare.”
“Will they still be hunting me?” asked Perrin.
“Unfortunately so,” said Arathor; “after Syldi's stunt — and your escape, they will see you as a massive target now.”
Perrin nodded. “I see,” he said, “how long do we plan to stay?”
“As long as we need,” said Arathor, “before we are back on the road, that is.”
The Monk stood up, holding both hands on his staff. “The Greetings have happened,” said he; “when shall the council begin?”
“The Council will begin shortly,” said Arathor.
“Council? What Council?” said Gimitri.
“It is something you should not worry about,” said Arathor, “now shoo! This is private buisness!”

The Three Younglings walked out of the building, with a Valven Citizen showing them their room, as Evera sat on one of the beds, and Gimitri pacing around the room, Perrin also sat on the bed next to Evera.
“I say it is quite unfair!” said Gimitri. “They get to have their own private council! And we have to sit here! Like back-up! They think we're useless!”
“You're getting ahead of yourself,” said Perrin, “they are probably discussing what to do next. As matter of fact — we do not even know why we are on this journey.”
“You are exactly right!” said Gimitri. “They're keeping secrets from us! This is a travesty! I say we protest!”
“Protesting gets us nowhere,” said Evera, “what i say is, we sit around, and when the time is right. We confront them on it.”
“I don't think confronting is a great idea,” said Perrin, “mainly because they are higher ranks than us, it is probably nothing anyway.”
“Whatever you guys think,” said Gimitri, “nothing is stopping me from what i'm gonna do! I will show those bastards that we are not useless creatures! I say we are the right handful! They wont see it! But they will, one day! One day—”
The Window knocked, and it was the Old Monk from earlier. “Perrin, my lad,” said the monk, “it is time.”
“Time for what?” said Perrin.
“The Meeting,” said the Monk, “hurry, lad!”
Perrin got off the bed and went out the door, as he took a final glance at his two fellow friends, before closing the door behind him.

Ten is soon!