Raven Darkmoor’s POV
Once again I had to attend a meeting with the elders.
Each step I took echoed in the silence, but I paid it no mind. I had walked this path too many times to care.
Inside the council chamber, the air was thick with authority and the scent of burning incense. The Elders were already seated, seeing their faces made me sick. It seemed like the one filled with wisdom and strength but deep down I knew they were just old annoying folks. Their eyes turned to me as I entered, unreadable yet expectant. I was always the last elder to arrive at any meetings.
Elder Rowan, the eldest and most revered among them, was the first to speak. His voice, rough like dry bark, filled the chamber.
“The messenger had returned from Luca”s pack” he said. “He brought the feedback from Luca.
