Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 709: End

Argrave and Anneliese walked toward Elenore’s large command tent in the early morning. Sophia had been reluctant to see them leave, but they’d persuaded her to rest more. As they walked, Argrave paused.

“Forget something?” Anneliese asked, knowing that look.

“The hand mirror,” Argrave said ponderously. “The bronze one. I’ve no idea where it is.”

Anneliese put a hand on her hip as she thought. “It may be a safe assumption to deem it lost, considering you’ve died twice and every building around us has been razed to the ground.”

“Yeah.” Argrave nodded thoughtfully.

“You hadn’t actually used that it in a very long time,” Anneliese reminded him. “You said it made you feel detached from the world around you.”

Argrave nodded in agreement. “It did, it’s just… maybe we could’ve discovered some mystery from it. Some truth.”

“Not every mystery is worth solving,” Anneliese said with complete conviction. “Not every answer will be satisfying. Sometimes, you won’t find any answer at all. Fortunately, there are a thousand other questions worth answering. You don’t need to focus on the impossible ones.” She gestured. “But you know that. It’s why you denied the Heralds.”

Argrave looked up at the sun rising. “Spent a lot of time asking ‘why’ when I was younger. That question invariably multiplies itself. The only thing that made me move on was changing the question. Not ‘why,’ but ‘why not?’”

“Come on,” Anneliese directed him. “Let’s give it our best, today.”

“Why not?” Argrave smiled, following after her and passing into Elenore’s tent.

On the inside, disorganized pockets of important people had spread out everywhere. Upon their entrance, the atmosphere seemed to shift. All small talk ended, and they slowly made their way to the large table in the center of the room that’d been carved of stone.

There were countless groups represented here, each with their own interests. Ganbaatar, envoy of the elves from the Bloodwoods. Therapont, representative of the surviving dwarves fleeing Mundi. Artur, who’d gathered all surviving spellcasters of Vasquer beneath him. Durran, who stood for his people as much for their friendship. Lorena and her daughter—who did indeed look alarmingly like Anneliese, presently—represented the dragons, both those of the moon and the Gilderwatchers.

Each and all had their own sub-factions, their own individual cultures, viewpoints, and methodology. They had their own ambitions, desires, and needs. They had their own philosophy, most of which had insurmountable differences with those standing just next to them. Most here were leaders in their own right, but all were hesitant to step forward to the head of that table. They were all battered enough dealing with their own problems—to shoulder responsibility for all present seemed so difficult that their fear outweighed their ambition.

though,

and Anneliese came to the head of the table, near in lockstep. Elenore quietly joined them, though made sure she got little attention

Argrave called out, leaning up against the table. “Let’s convene the First Council

the tension down in the room, but none

it, has crumbled. We’re standing in the ruins of what was once a proud city,

that’s wearing thin.” Elenore placed her thin hands on the table. “We need organization. We need robust, centralized leadership—leadership that can act quickly and decisively, that can decide in a moment’s notice

the necessity for that, agreeing with

of Mundi for countless years, colonizing the inner earth without issue. Using that same model, we

discontented, some

could this disparate group of peoples act with

narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances

agreed. “Before long, each of us would gain vested interests that causes stagnation, even rifts. I saw as much in Mundi, meaning no offense. Could humans act upon something that might

chaotic, I’d aim for a council of sorts.” Ganbaatar

sort of mentality what

out. “It’s worth considering, but I’ll give my perspective. I’ve no great love for war. I think most of you can attest to the fact I search for a diplomatic solution wherever possible. Moreover… I’ve never had singular power.” He looked at Anneliese, then Elenore. “Anneliese has been as much of a leader as I have, if not

think our present rulers have more than proven themselves. The idea of waiting for a council to decide things in these trying times make

better than democracy,” Raven said. “But to rebuild from the ashes? To reclaim a ravaged continent before nature does? To check thousands of ambitions, working

the merit in what Raven

Kingdom of Vasquer continues,” Melanie said glibly. “I’d be pleased if my fiefdom hadn’t been buried under

I don’t want to carry on the traditions of nobility, of class structures, of pointless divides between people. All of us are here, now, sleeping on shoddy bedrolls and walking on grass. All should be

is all our people know,” Nikoletta spoke

was a little opposed to the

a much different task from living in it.” Anneliese gestured at Therapont. “We can build the framework for the transition from an absolute government to one that allows people their voice. And we can see

twenty, even a hundred years from now, when you’ve a dozen children running about, and they’re expecting children of their own… could you deprive

He smiled at Anneliese, who offered her hand. “But we know we can do this. And

likely kill all of us,” Lorena cut in.