Capítulo 11: Chapter 9:- The war is Declared
Alastair stood amidst the gathering of warriors, chiefs, and priests, the weight of impending war heavy in the air. His mind raced with thoughts of strategies and battle plans, unaware of the storm brewing within the hearts of those around him.
The senior warrior's voice broke through his reverie. "Sir Alastair, Chiefs, priests, and warriors, we've convened here to strategize for the war," he declared solemnly.
Just as Alastair prepared to dive into the discussions, the senior warrior continued, "But before we begin, the priest has something important to share."
Alastair's brow furrowed in confusion. What role did the priest have in a war council? His question hung in the air as the priest stepped forward.
"Esteemed leaders and warriors, you're all aware of the prophecy the Lord spoke of twenty-five years ago. It's unfolding before our eyes," the priest announced, his voice carrying a weight of both dread and determination.
"What prophecy?" Alastair's curiosity burned, his gaze shifting between the assembled faces.
The priest, seeing Alastair's confusion, took a deep breath and began to explain the prophecy in detail, painting a picture of dire consequences and a potential salvation that demanded a steep sacrifice.
Alastair's heart clenched as he absorbed the revelation. "So, there's a way to end this bloodshed, but it involves..." His voice trailed off, unable to voice the unspeakable choice aloud.
"It's against everything I believe in, but if it means saving countless lives..." Alastair's inner turmoil was palpable as he grappled with the moral dilemma.
"And I have to be the one to do it?" Alastair's gaze searched for reassurance, finding none in the somber nods of those around him.
As the priest confirmed his fate, Alastair's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of responsibility settling heavily upon him.
"Who is this girl? Does she know?" Alastair's voice quivered, the thought of the impending revelation causing a knot to form in his throat.
"She will be here soon," the priest's words hung in the air, a grim reminder of the impending choice that loomed over them all.
Meanwhile, in a quiet chamber, Eira struggled with her emotions as she prepared to face the consequences of destiny. The priest's summons weighed heavily on her heart as she donned a simple dress, each movement tinged with a mix of fear and resignation.
"Ms Twilightsworn, the meeting awaits your presence," a female priest gently reminded her, her eyes reflecting an understanding of Eira's inner turmoil.
"I'll join you shortly," Eira replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her thoughts consumed by the impending revelation that would test the limits of love and sacrifice.
As Eira made her way to the meeting, her steps echoed the silent battle raging within her soul, a battle that would soon intertwine with Alastair's, binding them in a destiny neither had chosen but were bound to fulfil.
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