The dust from the trial had barely settled. The crowd had dispersed, some in shame, others in awe, and yet a few still murmured their disbelief.
But for me, the silence that followed wasn’t peace......it was just a different kind of storm.
The echo of the gavel still rang in my ears, the words of the elder....his voice steady, calm, and deliberate still echoed in my mind like an answered prayer.
The very walls of the court hall seemed to reverberate with a new kind of silence, the kind that follows a storm and leaves only raw truth behind.
I walked behind Beta, each step weighed down by the whirlwind of emotions spiraling inside me. Relief. Shock. Anger. Gratitude.
As we reached the hallway that separated our quarters, I turned to face him. My eyes brimmed with unshed tears, not of
