Chapter 2: The High Council Visit

As the sun cast its warm, golden hues over the village celebration, Cassia, accompanied by her family, joined the joyous gathering. The sight of her family was a testament to the diversity of personalities and dynamics that existed within it.

James, Cassia's father, was a man of unwavering sternness. His countenance bore the weight of responsibility, etched lines on his face that spoke of a life devoted to tradition and duty. He was a man of few words, his expressions often reserved and measured.

He was an unassuming man, an average merchant who played a quiet yet essential role in their village. He was a figure who blended into the fabric of their community, often overlooked in the hustle and bustle of daily life.

As a merchant, James engaged in the trade of goods that sustained their village. He was neither affluent nor impoverished, but rather found his place comfortably in the middle. His occupation required him to be pragmatic and level-headed, traits that reflected in his demeanour.

Towards Cassia, James could be somewhat distant, his demeanour reflecting the serious nature of his responsibilities. While he did care for his daughter, he struggled to express his affection openly, and his interactions with her were often marked by a certain reserve.

However, when it came to his son, Alex, a transformation occurred. James' stern facade would soften, and a rare smile of paternal pride would grace his lips. He viewed Alex as the embodiment of their family's legacy, and this favoured son could do no wrong in his father's eyes. The bond between father and son was evident to all who witnessed it, a connection that Cassia couldn't help but admire, even if it occasionally left her feeling overlooked.

Cassia's older brother, Alex, three years her senior, was the family's golden child. His charming, mischievous smile often secured him a place in their father's good graces. Alex's carefree attitude and penchant for mischief were balanced by his natural charisma, which drew people to him. While Cassia adored her older brother, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at times when she observed the special bond between him and their father.

While their father encouraged Alex to pursue activities that aligned with traditional notions of masculinity, Alex often found himself drawn to spending time with Cassia.

Alex's affection for Cassia manifested in his protective and nurturing nature. He was quick to defend her if she ever faced challenges or adversity. Despite their age difference, Alex frequently included Cassia in his adventures. Whether exploring the woods, teaching her games, or sharing stories, he made sure she felt valued and included. Their shared experiences created lasting memories that Cassia treasured, despite their father’s disapproval.

Isabelle, Cassia's mother, was a woman of gentle disposition and boundless kindness. She possessed a heart that radiated warmth and compassion, a stark contrast to her husband's stern demeanour. Isabelle's role within the family was marked by her soft-spoken nature and her inclination to maintain harmony within their household.

She had a calming presence that was felt by all who knew her. Her soft and soothing voice often served as a balm in times of conflict or tension within the family.

Isabelle's love for her husband, James, and her children was unwavering. She embraced her role as a mother and wife with grace and devotion, providing unwavering support and affection to each member of the family.

She had a special bond with Cassia, her youngest child. She nurtured Cassia's curious spirit and encouraged her to pursue her interests. Despite her husband's sternness, Isabelle provided a counterbalance by fostering an environment where Cassia felt loved, accepted, and valued.

While Isabelle was known for her kindness, she also exhibited a certain docility towards her husband, James. She respected his authority and often deferred to his decisions, even if she held different opinions, embracing her traditional role.

As Cassia's family arrived at the bustling village celebration, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped them. The village square was alive with the sounds of laughter, music, and the aromas of delicious food wafting through the air. The villagers, many of whom had known Cassia's family for years, greeted them with warmth and enthusiasm.

Despite Cassia's family not being originally from this village, they were respected in the community. Their grandparents were not originally from the village but had arrived years ago, drawn by James' trade and entrepreneurial spirit.

Villagers approached the family, offering hearty handshakes and embraces. They exchanged well-wishes for the occasion, celebrating the joyous spirit of the village celebration. The sense of community and camaraderie was palpable, and Cassia's family felt like an integral part of it.

The village celebration was a time of unity, where differences were set aside, and the bonds of community were celebrated.

As Cassia's family enjoyed the festivities of the village celebration, they had the opportunity to engage in a lively conversation with another merchant family, the Hendersons, who were known for their vibrant fabrics and textiles. The two families had a shared interest in trade, and their interactions often revolved around their business endeavors.

James, nods and greets the Hendersons ‘Good day, Samuel, Emily. How has business been treating you lately? '

Samuel Henderson smiles warmly: ‘James Stone, it's always a pleasure to see you. Business has been steady, thanks to the demand for our textiles. You know how it goes.'

Isabelle added, joining the conversation, ’Emily, your fabrics are always so exquisite. I was just admiring the colours and patterns at your stall.‘

Emily Henderson smiled, 'Thank you, Isabelle. We take great pride in our work. Speaking of which, Alex, you've grown so much since we last saw you. Are you helping your father with his trade now? '

Alex answered shyly, 'Not yet, but I like to watch and learn. Maybe one day. '

James nods proudly, 'It's important to pass on our trade and traditions. He will be the next head of family and continue the Stone legacy.'

Emily  nodded in agremeent, 'Indeed, preserving our customs is essential. It's what binds us to our roots. '

Samuel raised his glass for a toast, 'To community, traditions, and prosperous trade.'

James raising his own glass, 'To all that and more.'

As the village celebration continued in full swing, a hushed wave of excitement rippled through the crowd. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire, drawing the attention of the villagers to a significant arrival. The High Council, revered and feared, had made their entrance, and a profound sense of fear swept through the gathering.

The villagers, who had been engrossed in their festivities, suddenly began to hush their conversations, and cast curious glances toward the village's entrance. The news of the High Council's arrival had reached their ears, and the anticipation was palpable.

Gossip and speculation flitted among the villagers like fleeting shadows. They exchanged titbits of information about the Council's purpose for attending the celebration, weaving stories and theories about what might be unfolding.

As the members of the High Council made their way through the village square, the villagers demonstrated their deep respect through subtle gestures. Heads nodded in acknowledgment, and voices dropped to whispers as a sign of deference to their presence.

The village elders and leaders approached the High Council with expressions of solemn respect. They exchanged words of welcome and offered their gratitude for the Council's attendance, acknowledging the importance of their role in the realm.

The members of the High Council exuded an aura of regal authority and mystique that set them apart from the villagers. Their appearance, from their clothing to their demeanor, was a reflection of their esteemed positions within the realm.

They were adorned in robes of deep, rich colors that symbolized their authority. Deep blues, purples, and dark greens were common choices, and their robes were intricately embroidered with symbols of the realm's traditions and history.

The Council members wore ceremonial accessories that further accentuated their importance. Ornate medallions hung from their necks, each bearing a unique symbol representing their specific roles within the Council. These symbols were recognized throughout the realm.

he members of the High Council, while often older in age, displayed an air of timeless wisdom and grace. Their faces were etched with lines that spoke of experience, and their eyes held a profound depth of knowledge and understanding.

Their posture was impeccable, and their movements were deliberate and measured, evoking a sense of respect and reverence from those around them.

‘ Esteemed elders, we are honoured to be in your presence today. We come with a matter of great importance. Have there been any sightings of the Zura, the blessed ones, among your young?’ one of the High Council members addressed the Elders.

Elder Marcus nervously replied to the esteemed guests, ’High Council members, your presence honors our humble celebration. (Pauses, exchanging uneasy glances with fellow elders) To the best of our knowledge, we have seen no sign of the Zura among our youth.’

‘The Zura are marked by a lightning bolt on their necks, a divine symbol. Our realm depends on your vigilance in identifying them. Are you certain?’

‘Council, we have been diligent in our observations, but we have not encountered any such markings. (Averts her gaze) Perhaps they remain hidden or are yet to reveal themselves.’

‘ The Zura are destined to carry legitimate heirs. Their identification is paramount for the realm's future. (Pauses) We trust that you will continue to watch vigilantly and report any sightings promptly.’

‘Of course, High Council. We understand the gravity of the Zura's role. We shall remain watchful and alert to any signs.’ Elder Marcus answered anxiously.

‘Esteemed elders and villagers, it is with the utmost importance that we ensure the presence of the Zura among us. To this end, we must verify the young girls of age ten ourselves. We shall need your cooperation in gathering them.’

Elder Marcus  added surprised but compliant,‘High Council, if it is your wish, we shall arrange for the girls to be assembled immediately.’

‘Thank you for your understanding. Time is of the essence. We must fulfill our sacred duty to identify the Zura and uphold the traditions of our realm.’

As the villagers and elders quickly made arrangements to gather the young girls of age ten, a sense of anticipation and reverence filled the air. The High Council's decision to take matters into their own hands underscored the gravity of the situation and the importance of identifying the Zura for the realm's future.