“It is never good to indict. Indictment with false principles is just as dire as committing the actual misdeed. On both ends, someone is wounded.”
The conversation went on for a little while longer. In the end we couldn’t draw any conclusions.
Later in the day, walking towards the kingdom…
As I was back into the main village, I stopped by the pile of ashes. Most of the villagers had already left, and more started to draw away. I guess they felt like there was nothing left to look at. When only a handful was left standing, everything around them converted back into its normal state. The animals that were hushed were alive again; the woodpeckers, knocking on the trees, and the other animals, like the squirrels, going from tree to tree to harvest more provisions before the winter came.
I continued to walk after I watched the last squirrel get lost somewhere in one of the trees. When you’re by yourself, you’re able to grasp more of what’s around you.
I understand what my uncle did, getting away from everyone, and all of the commotion that was around. I wouldn’t have told anyone where I was going either. Sometimes we need to be alone in order to collect ourselves.
At the kingdom…
When I arrived, I was greeted by Mackay, who is the kingdom’s door keeper. After he took my coat and hung it on his arm, he handed me a slip of folded paper.
“What’s this?” I asked, I asked unfolding it.
“It’s a message from your parents.” He replied.
I started reading. It mentioned earlier today, and how the counsel is handling it.
This meant I would be alone.
I refolded it, and handed it back to Mackay. He bowed, and then walked down the hall.
I walked up the steps to my bedroom. I closed the door, and then fell onto my bed. I closed my eyes and only saw black for about a good minute or so, when I heard a tapping at my window. I got up, and went over. I opened it, letting in a blue messenger bird, meaning it was sent from the Water Kingdom.
I picked it up, and then I shut the window. I took the note off of its ankle and then I set him on the bird stand by my desk. I unraveled the letter and started to read:
Dear Ember Rouge,
I am sorry about the loss of your grandfather and leader. I don’t know what words I could tell you to give comfort, since death affects everyone differently. What I can relate to is the abrupt loss of having a head, especially when things were starting to turn around.
I also heard not long ago from the Fire Tamers that the Lasairiona Temple had been burned down, and what’s left is a pile of ashes. I had only been there once, which was the day of the funeral. Again I am sorry for the misfortune. Now, the members of the council should be discussing it, and what they plan on doing from here. They should be figuring out how to rebuild the Lasairiona, and not thinking about who could have done it just yet. It’s like your grandfather Keezheekoni said, “It is never good to indict. Indictment with false principles is just as dire as committing the actual misdeed. On both ends, someone is wounded.” And he is right; we shouldn’t be so quick to judge. The most obvious is probably the one that is innocent.
I hope I helped in some way. Also, if you need anything, let me know.
Sincerely,
