Chapter 47: Golden hands

"You know his secrets?" I ask, I'm so tired of constantly asking and never getting an answer. Let's hope its time is different. Biagaer nods, the feather he wears in his long brown hair tips down along with him. "We will tell you, but only if that's truly what you want." They say in an almost cryptic tone. I bite my lip, finally.

"Yes. Yes, please. Please." I practically beg. All the Elders turn to one another and give an agreeing bow. "Long ago. About a hundred years back. The old King of Northmere, King Ulrich came to our people. He offered us complete protection as well as more land to expand." He starts his story. The fire also seems to pull the truth from him.

"There had to be a catch. He was an evil man." That is my thought exactly. "Why do you say that?" I question, already I feel at the edge of my seat. "Our ancestors seated him down, here where you are. The fire, it was strong. He had a lot to hide." He explains, in some scared reminiscence.

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