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Two assassins were set to kill a girl. No questions asked. Just kill her and claim their prize. That was their mission. Except one of them was not supposed to visit Volney, the land of the dead and the other fall in love with a girl and...
I know this chapter might be comparatively short than others. I wanted to have this chapter to give you all a bigger picture. Also, this update puts me back on schedule! Yay!
But... I have some important work to do during my holidays, and that makes me busier than a school night. Updates may be erratic, but I will try to update one chapter per week. Enjoy :)
The Meeting
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Mosati was the only village that did not take part in the meeting. Everyone came, even Ashakiya, which was going to hold a great art festival of the continent to honour the king. And Skelgha, the northernmost town hit by the worst blizzard too came.
If the entire village could not come, at least eight to ten people came. This caused unwanted disputes and many sharp words to be exchanged. The women were somewhat able to get the people listen to them, but as soon as they went out of sight, the men began their quarrel again.
She sighed, only if Chavva was here. She would have convinced everybody not to fight but then again, Chavva would have cancelled the meeting itself.
Seated in the town hall of Troshomn, the Acracian army who were still faithful to General Zhiryn patrolled the city. Despite the guards, the leaders still preferred to work in the dark, lighting the torches only in the four corners off the hall.
The hall had rounds of the staircase on the four sides. Amara was sitting on the second level of stairs and five more levels were above her. Risar and Siferay sat on the first stair. In the centre, there was a dais.
Trystan shifted uncomfortably beside her. He was not even a part of all this. Yet he wanted to come. What was his reason? She had hers.
Gya had gone to meet her cousins in another village who had come here, Naola was sick and she stayed back with Hyveren. Amara smirked. She would be lying if that artist said nothing was going on between her and Hyveren.
"I hope this meeting will commence soon," Siferay said, placing her palm over her belly. "I can no longer wait. Mosati was massacred, yet they still want to continue with the meeting? Are they that reckless with the people's life?"
"I agree," Risar said. "But we must give them a chance to say what they want to. After all, they hold the future of Acracia."
"What do you mean?" Trystan spoke for the first time that night.
Before the merchant could say anything, she intervened. "The meeting was postponed by three days for us to mourn for Mosati. What Risar here is trying to say is they know our lives are in danger here and the leaders will not gamble with our lives. They love our country too much. They have something important to say. That is why they are prolonging."
"You caught what I wanted to say, Amara," Risar said, laughing silently. "The leader holds the power to choose who is going to be the next king!"
