Transmigrant - Chapter 25
Copyright © 2024 Stephen B. Anthony
I was at my cottage on Eldaran when the Vorgh came.
—Thairis, Memories
CHAPTER 25
Aolis returned to the chamber of the Masters, the oldest and wisest of the Eldar. The people had cast their votes. They had made their decision. It was his duty to present the people’s will to the Masters. It was his people’s ultimate vote and perhaps their last act. The Masters’ will was law, and it would be carried out, but in their benevolent wisdom, they had turned to the people for guidance on this most important of all decisions.
He trembled. He always trembled when he entered the chamber of the Masters. Aolis trusted in the wisdom of the masters, but he was unsure about the people’s will. They could be a fickle lot, changing their minds from one day to the next, bending like a reed whichever way the wind blew. Still, he trusted the Masters.
He held the sealed vote in his hand. He did not know what it contained and wouldn’t know until he opened the seal and pronounced the will of the people before the Masters. They would then make a final judgment, and they would execute the law.
Today he wore his most regal outfit, a robe of purple silk with interwoven palladium stitching that depicted the three worlds: Alannora, Omerra, Eldaran.
Eldaran. The world he loved. The original home of creation. It was the birthplace of the Eldar, who had descended from the very first beings to exist in the world: Amadan and Eva, the first created by the Three Gods.