Chapter 2: Exiled
Tripview City, south of Mooshville
"I want you to cancel all my meetings for today. I'll be visiting Mooshville to see the Village Elders. And make sure to have the carriage ready for the trip," instructed a man wearing a suit.
"Yes sir!" replied his servant.
As the young man closed the door, the suited man took a short glance and opened a drawer from his wooden table. Pulling out what appeared to be a lighter constructed from flint and diamond, he began to flick it, causing blue flames to spark. Smiling to himself, he placed it in his pocket and turned towards the large window in his office. He looked on at the city as its citizens prepared to greet him before his departure. Guards stood in a line and kept the citizens at bay. He then smirked at the sight of the marching parades.
"Heh… Today's going to be a good day! I can feel it in these old bones," said the man.
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Mooshville
"Mod Quiverload, we hereby sentence you and your grandson to permanent exile for the destruction of the village and the injury of the majority of its inhabitants. By the order of the Elder Council, we ask that you leave this village immediately and never set foot on this land ever again. Do I make myself clear?" said Wheatcane, the oldest member of the Elder Council.
"Yes sir," replied Mod, his face remained expressionless while Zeph struggled to hold back his tears.
"Meeting adjourned!" said Rodfield, the acting judge of the Elder Council.
As people began to file out of the room, Mod stood motionless. Never had it been his intention to have his experiments destroy the village. However, due to a slight miscalculation in his part, the creatures broke off their restraints and escaped, destroying the lab in the process. In the back corner of the court, Zeph had his head down as he began to cry. The girl sitting beside him did her best to console him but he paid no attention to her.
"I'm really sorry for your loss but there's nothing I can do. I've never felt this hopeless since the day I lost my brother," said the girl. She soon joined Zeph in his grief and cried.
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As Wheatcane looked on at the destroyed buildings, his usually calm emotions changed into that of deep regret. Mod had been a good friend to him since they were young but now, he would disappear forever. As much as it pained him, he followed the decisions of the Elder Council and at that moment, he realized that he had been a bad friend to Mod. If only I could do something, then I would help my dear friend, he thought to himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of the bells ringing. He turned towards the bell's direction and found a carriage fast approaching the village gates. He then hurriedly ran towards the gate where a messenger awaited him.
"Please state your business," said Wheatcane to the messenger.
"My master, the Mayor of Tripview, will be arriving soon and he wishes to speak to the Elder Council," said the messenger.
"Yes, of course! Tell your master that we shall be expecting him," said Wheatcane. He then turned to one of the village guards and said, "Inform the council of this meeting and tell them to report to the Council Hall."
"Yes sir!" replied the guard. The guard dashed off towards the village center while Wheatcane looked on.
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"Are you sure you're okay now?" asked the girl.
"I think I am, though I will definitely miss this village," replied Zeph.
"I hope that you won't forget me!" said the girl.
"I'll never forget you, Eve!" replied Zeph. They gave each other one last hug before he grabbed his stone tools and inventory and left his beloved hometown. Taking one last glance behind, he waved to Eve and tearfully left Mooshville.
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"I take it that you're here for the deal?" asked Rodfield.
"I am. But before that, I would like to add that we would cover all the damage in your village if you would just sign the contract," said the mayor, his lighter poking out of his pockets before he pushed it back in.
"We have already decided on this before you arrived," said Wheatcane. "And we decided to sign the contract."
"Very well," replied the mayor, his eyes gleaming with glee. He then handed them a single sheet of paper with the deal inscribed into it. "If you could just sign here," said the mayor, pointing at a blank on the paper. Wheatcane then brought out what appeared to be a feather and an ink sac. Dipping the feather's pointed tip once, he signed the paper.
"Excellent!" replied the mayor, retrieving the sheet of paper. "Your village is now a part of Tripview City. Feel free to visit anytime."
"Thank you very much, Mayor Edivon!"
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A/N: This chapter was awfully sad compared to the previous chapter. Almost made me cry there! But anyways, I decided to post the first two chapters of this story so feel free to review it! After all, criticism helps a person improve… Though I would advise not to use any foul language! Thank you!
P.S. I'll be waiting for anyone who wants to be part of the story. (the email is coldwolf1400 )