THE COUNCIL OF GLAHAM

THE COUNCIL OF GLAHAM

It was the first time for Noah to sit in the council room. The room was always empty and piled with dust. It took years for the council room to be used. If each clan held the meeting every 8 years, then Noah was 4 years old when the Moonglade last held it. After that, he was probably too young to travel with his father. And when he did actually travel, he only greeted the guests and waited somewhere else.

Noah only recalled the past 3 or so years. But here he was, sitting next to his father in the council room. The chandelier was lit with warm yet bright light. The walls were lined with portraits of Noah’s ancestors, some he failed to recognize. His father, Bernard, sat at the head of the table. Behind him was a huge map showing Glaham and Moonglade was highlighted in blue.

Moonglade was near the north surrounded by forest from all directions, which made it the safest among the other clans. Noah’s eyes wandered the map till he spotted the land labeled ‘Crescent