Marcus

The demure in the throne hall was tense, with quiet murmurings all around. The elders kept whispering between themselves, with different sections each justifying their beliefs.

“Enough!” I screamed out. They went gasping in awe. They all froze, with their faces turned pale. They were all taken aback. My facial expression turned crimson in rage.

“I came back here, just to watch all of you whisper like little cubs, pondering on why. It suprises me that you are all quick to forget ...