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Circle of Power

Circle of Power

I stood surrounded by the most powerful of my kind. I was wounded and they sat there debating on weather to grant me protection. We were of the same race and they were treating me like an outsider! Well I was one, technically.

They sat in an almost full circle in the detara. The six kings and six queens spoke of my danger like it was more boring then anything else. They spoke of my danger like it was any more important then dust.

I looked at each leader, they looked like a rainbow threw up. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, black, turquoise, brown, white, and silver. God if it wasn't for the rainbow of colors I could of never kept their names strait. One lady in violet kept playing with her hair, the guy red was discussing wines with the woman in green. Only the ladies in white or black were doing any real fighting. The one in black wanted to grant me protection but the white lady didn't. The guy in the brown looked like he wanted to fall asleep.

"She's wounded! We cant just kick her out." The Queen in black glared at the one in white.

"She may tell the ecara." Me, tell the enemy? Ya tell that to cut on my arm and arrowhead burrowed in ribcage or my collection of bruises.

"Well," The king in blue sighed, "we should vote. I see no point in waiting any more time on this." He looked around to see everyone still busy in their own worlds. "Everyone." He said a little louder but no one responded. He frowned and sat straighter, "Yan! Aseea! Aseea!" The detara fell silent. "Thank you." He looked at every one and continued. "We shall proceed to vote on weather or not to give this...." He stopped and looked at me as if to find a positive title for my kind, "This Raneara help."

"I still don't like her." The queen in the white dress muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Don't speak. Vote." The blue king paused for a moment. "All for allowing the raneara protection?" At first only the woman in the black raised her hand, but he emitted a sound like a growl and then the yellow, pink, and green queens raised their hands. Then slowly the rest of the group fallowed sute. Until only the white queen, brown and yellow kings were opposed. "All opposing?" The white queen's hand shot up soon fallowed by the yellow king. "All sleeping?"

Everyone snickered when the brown king shot up saying "Im awake!"

"Then do you have a vote for us King Liam?" The blue king quirked an eyebrow.

"I approve of sleeping." The brown King Liam yowned.

"Of course you do Liam. But do you approve of allowing the raneara protection?" 

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Translations from Circle of power

Detara – throne room

Ecara – enemy

Yan – hay

Aseea – order

Raneara(o) - some one who romes around with no definite destination