[Arthdal Chronicles] Fight for freedom

CHAPTER 33: Changing things will take time.

Whan had called Enoria's name in vain: the Igutu wasn't waking up and so, with the others, they had wiped away the blood from her face, covered her and carried her to her room at the Great Shrine. They encountered no one on the way as people had all gathered at the same place for the ceremony. 

Whan had carefully laid her down on the bed but he was not a doctor. He knew some of the basics -as they all did- but as he didn't know exactly what was wrong with her, he didn't know what to do. He put a delicate hand on her forehead and, as she was burning up, he ordered one of his subordinates to go search for fresh water.

When water was brought to him, he humidified a piece of cloth and gently refreshed her forehead. A moment after, he checked her pulse and he didn't like how weak it seemed to be.

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Far from the worries of Whan and his subordinates, all Arthdal was festive. The people, on their knees, were shouting their joy and thanking the Gods for having forgiven them. 

Tanya exchanged a glance with Tagon who gave her a satisfied nod. He was about to say something when he felt something falling on his head. He raised his eyes towards the sky and he suddenly realized what he had felt: a drop. The rain was starting to fall.

When the citizens realized too, they continued to loudly express their joy.

"You are really making the rain fall, Niruha," Tagon noted as he looked at her with a smile. She had told him that she knew rain would fall again, that she had seen signs and he was forced to recognize that the High Priestess was quite surprising.

"I don't have that power but the Gods do," she replied. She felt relieved at the first drop she felt falling on her face. The signs she had seen in the Fire Room had all become true and so, so far everything was going as planned. "It's your turn to speak," she told the King.

Indeed, it was his turn. Tanya's plan had worked and so he had no reason not to agree with what she had told the citizens. She needed him to support her words and he needed to take credit for what had happened.

"My dear subjects," the King started, making the crowd quiet, "the Gods are offering us a new beginning. The rain is falling again and our crops will soon be abundant again. Together, as one people, we will crush our enemies and we will make sure to make Arthdal a prosperous and peaceful city. We'll make sure our children and their children after them never forget how Aramun Haesulla's second coming and the descendant of Asa Sin worked together for all of you to live in the decent world you deserve to live in."

The people cheered again. Tanya didn't say anything, letting him take some credit was a part of their agreement. It didn't really matter if the people believed he truly had a role in what had just happened. As long as he had their love, she knew he would not be that dangerous for the citizens, or at least that was what she wanted to believe. For the newly renamed workers, Tagon had engaged himself into trying to make their lives better. And though Tanya didn't know if he was going to honor his engagement, she would still find a way to make him keep his promise. She was more worried about the people who weren't from Arthdal. According to what Saya had taught her, there were many tribes living independently and so she was afraid Tagon would consider them as enemies to crush. 

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Under the rain, the festivities continued all afternoon. The important people had taken refuge into the Palace and the numerous conversations were filling the room.