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Authors: Matthew Cousineau
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as Ven lands on the ground behind him, breathing heavily and looking tired.
"Ven, you made it! I didn't think you were going to . . . ohhh, this is great!" But he looks into his cousin's eyes and knows there is something wrong.
"Cousin, I am going to be in so much trouble for this. I know mother saw me sneak out."
"Yeah, mine did too, but it is worth it. I have not been able to stop thinking about the treasure all night." Ven brushes past Taeau and heads to their fort's opening as his cousin speaks.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Look, Taeau, I don't care about Stripes and his crew . . . there are much more important things going on."
Taeau looks at his cousin with a blank stare, "Well, what do you mean? What could be more important than this?"
"Look . . . there is a meeting today at the hall, and there might be a war. My dad is going to need my help. I am going to take my half of the treasure to protect my family when my dad leaves."
Taeau walks over to his cousin and puts his arms around him. "Look, you are my family and your fight is my fight. I will help you and your dad. My father is going to that meeting too, so you're right. We should get our stuff and help out our dads." Ven nods his head as they walk into the unspeakable, leaving Carn behind to stand guard. Ven feels slightly better knowing that his cousin understands how he feels. They both sit in the fort dividing the treasure, and a new courage builds inside each of them. They both begin to understand that there is nothing that could ever keep them apart.
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The Hall of Eel is filled with both Meno and Salali. Most of the adult males in the city have gathered together, speaking to each other with suspicion and apprehension. They were instructed to attend this council unarmed as a sign of peace to their enemies, but in the minds of both the Salali and the Meno peace will not last. Both Chiefs sit in their thrones dressed in their ceremonial attire, smoking and watching the men in the room. Black Claw stands between the chiefs. He wears the helmet of Eel and passes out orders to his captains and various warriors. The Meno farmers, the Salali gatherers, and city warriors converse with each other, renewing old bonds as the dark cloud of war gathers around them. It is always like this when the days seem darkest; old grudges are forgotten, and new, stronger alliances are formed.
Dirty Hands talks to a fellow farmer about the strange things that he has seen, and he catches a glance from his brother and nods his head in response. Dirty Hands knows that his brother is glad he is attending the meeting. Black Claw's small gesture makes Dirty Hand’s feel like a member of the city once again, a feeling he has not had since his first son died. The door opens slightly and closes again. A Meno guard swiftly walks into the room and approaches Black Claw. The hall becomes silent, and all eyes are on Black Claw. The Captain nods his head and signals for the guard to go back to his position by the door. The hall remains silent and Black Claw raises his hands and speaks loudly.
"Ush-Ka is at our door and requests admittance into the Hall of Eel. Does anyone object to his admittance?" Silence reigns, and Red Fist rises in response.
"Admit our guest, and may this council bear the fruit of peace and not the thorns of war."
Everyone in the hall stands shoulder to shoulder on either side of the path leading to the Chiefs; farmers and gatherers behind the warriors who proudly stand like walls to the thrones. They stand together united as brothers creating a lane for the Wicked King, Ush-Ka, and his men to walk toward the thrones. All eyes settle on the doors as they open. Beams of sunlight filled with dust disturbed by the gathering streak across the hall. The Wicked King walks in followed by Ush-Ka and two bodyguards. The bodyguards are men of the Nossa, castaway barbarian Vikings who have no home. These Nossa bodyguards are
"Ven, you made it! I didn't think you were going to . . . ohhh, this is great!" But he looks into his cousin's eyes and knows there is something wrong.
"Cousin, I am going to be in so much trouble for this. I know mother saw me sneak out."
"Yeah, mine did too, but it is worth it. I have not been able to stop thinking about the treasure all night." Ven brushes past Taeau and heads to their fort's opening as his cousin speaks.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Look, Taeau, I don't care about Stripes and his crew . . . there are much more important things going on."
Taeau looks at his cousin with a blank stare, "Well, what do you mean? What could be more important than this?"
"Look . . . there is a meeting today at the hall, and there might be a war. My dad is going to need my help. I am going to take my half of the treasure to protect my family when my dad leaves."
Taeau walks over to his cousin and puts his arms around him. "Look, you are my family and your fight is my fight. I will help you and your dad. My father is going to that meeting too, so you're right. We should get our stuff and help out our dads." Ven nods his head as they walk into the unspeakable, leaving Carn behind to stand guard. Ven feels slightly better knowing that his cousin understands how he feels. They both sit in the fort dividing the treasure, and a new courage builds inside each of them. They both begin to understand that there is nothing that could ever keep them apart.
---
The Hall of Eel is filled with both Meno and Salali. Most of the adult males in the city have gathered together, speaking to each other with suspicion and apprehension. They were instructed to attend this council unarmed as a sign of peace to their enemies, but in the minds of both the Salali and the Meno peace will not last. Both Chiefs sit in their thrones dressed in their ceremonial attire, smoking and watching the men in the room. Black Claw stands between the chiefs. He wears the helmet of Eel and passes out orders to his captains and various warriors. The Meno farmers, the Salali gatherers, and city warriors converse with each other, renewing old bonds as the dark cloud of war gathers around them. It is always like this when the days seem darkest; old grudges are forgotten, and new, stronger alliances are formed.
Dirty Hands talks to a fellow farmer about the strange things that he has seen, and he catches a glance from his brother and nods his head in response. Dirty Hands knows that his brother is glad he is attending the meeting. Black Claw's small gesture makes Dirty Hand’s feel like a member of the city once again, a feeling he has not had since his first son died. The door opens slightly and closes again. A Meno guard swiftly walks into the room and approaches Black Claw. The hall becomes silent, and all eyes are on Black Claw. The Captain nods his head and signals for the guard to go back to his position by the door. The hall remains silent and Black Claw raises his hands and speaks loudly.
"Ush-Ka is at our door and requests admittance into the Hall of Eel. Does anyone object to his admittance?" Silence reigns, and Red Fist rises in response.
"Admit our guest, and may this council bear the fruit of peace and not the thorns of war."
Everyone in the hall stands shoulder to shoulder on either side of the path leading to the Chiefs; farmers and gatherers behind the warriors who proudly stand like walls to the thrones. They stand together united as brothers creating a lane for the Wicked King, Ush-Ka, and his men to walk toward the thrones. All eyes settle on the doors as they open. Beams of sunlight filled with dust disturbed by the gathering streak across the hall. The Wicked King walks in followed by Ush-Ka and two bodyguards. The bodyguards are men of the Nossa, castaway barbarian Vikings who have no home. These Nossa bodyguards are
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