At the gate of the Village, newly named the Obsidian Fortress (cause of strong military culture newly forming). Zeroth looked at the fire elementals desperately wanting Him to lead them, disappointment appearing in his mind.
For the naturally arrogant fire elementals, they would listen to no one except their King, that is Zeroth. This started creating a major problem, where all fire elemental clans slowly but surely started becoming isolists.
But Zeroth didn't care, and against the respectful and awed gazes of his subjects flew away, after all, the Bufl really needed his help. As a responsible King, he can't let a race go extinct on his rule (Insic:- oh is that so?).
As Zeroth flew away into the distant horizon, the fire elementals slowly turned their gazes towards Azu.
Their eyes still held respect and awe, yet the object to their respect had changed. They had recognised the bravery and hard work of Azu that he did for his people.
Currently, about two hundred clans had sworn eternal loyalty to the Azu clan, willing to die a worthy death if he commanded.
The seeds of resentment that the pride of Zeroth laid, eventually grew under the manure of ambition and hard work.
Yet both Azu and his loyalists knew very well, that against a being of Zeroth's calibre, high numbers just meant a light more effort to kill.
So they were researching, investigating, a way, a hope to take rulership from Zeroth, or to kill him.
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In the centre of Obsidian Fortress, a match box much larger than others stood.
Inside the house, hundreds of fire elementals gathered, busy working. There was a large table in the centre, made of obsidian. On the table lay the bark of a rare pure white tree. On the bark, using coal and ash, the surrounding area was cruedly marked.
Surrounding the table were rocks positioned as chairs, ten to be exact. For the seats for the ten most influential clans, seven of which had sworn loyalty to Azu, with the eighth clan being Azu himself.
At this moment, the clans were locked in a fierce arguement, no one listening to each other. Such drama had been happening since the the Obsidian Fortress was completed. As Zeroth refused to lead them, these ten clans came together to form the Ember council, in order to decide on things.
Yet, today the council couldn't come to a a agreement for the proposal presented held too much weight.
"Fellow Members of the Council", Azu spoke softly, his voice carrying authority, "We must accept this fact, the fortress can not sustain all two hundred and fifty clans, We must recognise this fact and do the correct decision."
"And what may that be, Sire?", a member's voice echoed, clearly a loyalist to Azu as he called him Sire (In their language, Sire means one who commands respect and is worthy, worthy enough for his subordinates to sacrifice their lives for him).
"To create another fortress, outside the holy land, with about fifty clans migrating there.", Azu boldy proclaimed, yet except for a few most didn't agree. For each and every clan knew what Azu was doing, He was using resource shortage as a issue to send the clans who opposed him out of their holy land, and isolating them.
Even his loyalists were hesitant, after all, they didn't want a civil war, they just wanted Zeroth to not be the King.(They dont have any history of war or kin slaying kin. Making them hesitant to do this).
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Author's note
I am writing a short chapter cause some work came up, sorry guys.