When the council met, the hall was unusually quiet. The air was filled with ancient secrets under the dim glow of old chandeliers. Liora stood at the center of the group, her focused gaze capturing their attention. The fragments of the broken medallion, the artefact that had sparked so much conflict, lay in a velvet-lined box behind her.
"We have to make a decision," Elder Miran stated, his voice solid but shaking with the gravity of the situation. "Will the past be reduced to ashes or will we rebuild?"
Liora took a step ahead. "Neither, Elder," is the response. Rebuilding entails holding onto the same frameworks that got us here. The lessons of our predecessors remain unlearned if we allow it to dissipate. We must change. The enormous hall echoed with her words.
The elders looked at each other uneasily. They have always resented change and preferred the steady cadence of custom. But now they were on the verge of collapse due to tradition.
The Division of the Council
Rumours of the co
