Shuenja Etzende gazed out over the city of Bitomal from her private balcony. The flames burned bright and constantly to give them light in the darkness that they were forced to live in. Hatred towards the Farrians burned deep within her. She yearns for the day that she gets to see their city burn down into nothing but ash. This is her desire. Only...what reason could she give her husband to make the act against the Farrians? He hated them, too. Yet he keeps his promise to keep the peace between the two clans and for what purpose? Eztende snaps her head at the sound of shuffling feet into her quarters. A servant enters the room his head down avoiding eye contact waiting for permission to speak.
"What is it?" Etzende growls.
"Your son, Nark Ajak, wishes to speak with you. He says it is of dire importance." The servant whimpers.
"He may enter." She shoos the servant.
Her son, Ajak, entered shortly after the servant left and bowed his head and pounds his chest with his fists. After straightening his posture, he looked at Etzende for permission to continue.
"You may speak." She said.
"I have news about my sister, Ixel. She has left the city walls with her friends. Last she was seen was heading west." He waits for her response.
It was only a night ago that Ixel got permission from her to go camping near the far wall of the mountain. Not once had she mentioned of traveling outside of the walls.
"So she deceived me." Etzende's eyes narrow, "Ajak, I want you to follow her and uncover her plans."
"Yes, my Shuenja," he bows again and leaves.
"Shaeba!" She shouts for her itsalii.
Shaeba enters and bows to her, "Yes, my Shuenja?"
"I want you to retrieve our most skilled caith and bring her back to me."
Shaeba bowed once more and left the room without another word. If Etzende's suspicions were right, and Ixel is headed into Farrian territory she could use this to her advantage. All that was left is to stage an accident and it will break the truce between the two clans. Which means Etzende's revenge is within her grasp.
The caith appears into the room, "My Shuenja summoned me?"
"I have a task for you, caith. First, what is it they call you?"
"Laenesh, my Shuenja."
To be continued...
"What is it?" Etzende growls.
"Your son, Nark Ajak, wishes to speak with you. He says it is of dire importance." The servant whimpers.
"He may enter." She shoos the servant.
Her son, Ajak, entered shortly after the servant left and bowed his head and pounds his chest with his fists. After straightening his posture, he looked at Etzende for permission to continue.
"You may speak." She said.
"I have news about my sister, Ixel. She has left the city walls with her friends. Last she was seen was heading west." He waits for her response.
It was only a night ago that Ixel got permission from her to go camping near the far wall of the mountain. Not once had she mentioned of traveling outside of the walls.
"So she deceived me." Etzende's eyes narrow, "Ajak, I want you to follow her and uncover her plans."
"Yes, my Shuenja," he bows again and leaves.
"Shaeba!" She shouts for her itsalii.
Shaeba enters and bows to her, "Yes, my Shuenja?"
"I want you to retrieve our most skilled caith and bring her back to me."
Shaeba bowed once more and left the room without another word. If Etzende's suspicions were right, and Ixel is headed into Farrian territory she could use this to her advantage. All that was left is to stage an accident and it will break the truce between the two clans. Which means Etzende's revenge is within her grasp.
The caith appears into the room, "My Shuenja summoned me?"
"I have a task for you, caith. First, what is it they call you?"
"Laenesh, my Shuenja."
To be continued...
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