Summary: The hawk tribe; some things can never be forgiven, but it's so hard to stay angry when he repents so sincerely.
Ours Is The Fury
They had been betrayed just when they had thought that they were going to make peace with the raven tribe, their trust allowing the near-annihilation of them all. Just when their king had been saying that he thought this war would bring some good in the form of a reconciliation, the ravens showed their true colors.
Never again would the hawks trust the ravens. Murderers with blood-tipped wings, black as night, they would be destroyed for the destruction of Phoenicis.
The hawks fought hard and long and vicious, determined to wreak their revenge. Their fury was great, unquenchable and unstoppable until they had attained vengeance. But then the light turned them to statues, and their fury was contained.
And then when they were revived, it was to find that they were making peace with Begnion, albeit with a great many concessions to their side. After all, they and the heron tribe would have Serenes Forest.
But King Tibarn wasn't done just yet. He declared that the ravens would be living with them, three tribes in one forest. King Tibarn explained that this was so that a massacre wouldn't happen again.
The hawks still cried for justice, for vengeance; their honor, their pride, their blood all demanded it.
And Naesala, the former king of the ravens, gave it. He said that until he had atoned he would not go to Serenes Forest. He would not intrude on the peace and serenity of the forest until he had earned it.
And blood and pride and honor were satisfied.
Although, revenge was a tad bit dimmed, for Naesala had taken it upon himself rather than having it forced upon. And the fury of the hawks dimmed, just a bit, for it was harder to stay angry with a repentant than it was to hate someone who was proud of what they had done.