The mayor was old, wrinkly, and pale. Despite this, he had a shimmer in his eye, a glow to his expression as he talked about this fortune. “He is the key to our salvation.. we’ll no longer feel loss and suffering, so long as he remains. We feed him and in turn he will be forever young, forever ours..” Despite the obvious tone of possession in the mayor’s words, the old man seemed genuinely glad for Sora’s presence. As did the rest of them.
Behind the mayor the volunteers went in and the rest of the crowd waited to get a glimpse of Sora once he was ready to come out.
Someone behind Cor spoke up, a middle-aged woman and she had a loud voice that quieted everyone else around her. “Sora is our champion!” The others softly whispered in agreement. “You can’t have him..” Again there were whispers of agreement.
The mayor held out his hands. “Nonsense! Shh, people.. don’t start that talk! Our good King’s man here has said nothing of the sort.. calm yourselves… be still.”
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Behind the mayor the volunteers went in and the rest of the crowd waited to get a glimpse of Sora once he was ready to come out.
Someone behind Cor spoke up, a middle-aged woman and she had a loud voice that quieted everyone else around her. “Sora is our champion!” The others softly whispered in agreement. “You can’t have him..” Again there were whispers of agreement.
The mayor held out his hands. “Nonsense! Shh, people.. don’t start that talk! Our good King’s man here has said nothing of the sort.. calm yourselves… be still.”