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Edited by TheSuMan: 3/24/2017 3:19:56 PM
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The Journey Home, Part Eight: The Vote

Hello, everybody, here's part eight of the Journey Home! Here's [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/223323967?showBanned=0&path=0]part seven [/url]if you missed it, or, if you're looking for a different part, here's the[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/222615264?showBanned=0&path=0] table of contents! [/url] As usual, if you like it, give it a bump, and tell me what you think down below! Stay classy, Guardians! “We have no choice! We must flee!” “Who knows what those Sunbreakers really want?”
 “I’ll leave this village when I’m dead!” The meeting thronged with the voices of over sixty villagers. At last, Oren stood up. “Silence!” he shouted. The meeting quieted. Oren looked around at the various villagers. “I don’t know any more about the Sunbreakers than you do,” he said. “But I know that, whoever or whatever they are, they’re powerful - and, that they bring ill-tidings indeed.” He looked around the council. “If we are to believe the Sunbreakers, then two hundred fallen march on the village. And as much as I’d like to think that we can defend the village, two hundred Fallen is two hundred too many.” “They were obviously lying,” Michael’s father, Sorenson, said. He stood up. “They showed up, all big and scary, and told us that they could make it all go away.” He shook his head. “I’ve never heard a more obvious con in my life! And you’re all fools if you believe it!” “What about Gustav?” Old Man Kazinsky said. “He said there were a lot of Fallen nearby - maybe he was talking about the same force the Sunbreakers saw.” “Even if he was,” Sorenson replied, “there’s no guarantee that they wouldn’t just pass us by.”
 “Fair point,” Kazinsky said. “But what if they don’t?” To that, no one had an answer. “We should find Gustav,” someone said. “Make him tell us where the Fallen are.” “Maybe he knows something about these Sunbreakers too,” someone else - Marco - said.” “Maybe he sent them!” “Let’s go find him!” said Vitalya. “He can’t have gotten far!” The village murmured in agreement. Alesha stood up. “Gustav’s dead!” she shouted. “The Fallen - they - they -“ She began shaking. Just saying those words aloud - “Gustav’s dead” - had made it seem altogether too real. There would be no more visits from the kindly merchant, no more trinkets from the ruins, no more stories from his father. She felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Go on,” Uncle Tom said. “Tell them what you saw.” Alesha looked around at the villagers. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. “Me and Michael - we saw his vehicle,” she said. “The Fallen had attacked it. Then - they saw us, and we ran! And - and -“ Oren stared at her. “Alesha’s the only one who’s seen what these “Sunbreakers” can do,” he said. “I say we listen to her.” “Why?” Sorenson said. “She’s the one who got my boy shot!” “That was uncalled for,” Tom said. Alesha felt his hand tighten on her shoulder. “Why?” he replied. “My son nearly died because of her!” 
 “That’s enough, Sorenson!” Oren snapped. “I’m sure Alesha feels bad enough about that as it is.” Sorenson snorted, but he sat down. Oren looked down at her, his usually fierce eyes kindly. “You’re the only one of us who’s seen the Sunbreakers in action,” he said. “Tell us what happened - and don’t leave anything out, Alesha. Understand?” Alesha nodded. She took a deep breath, and told the village what had happened - she told them about how the Fallen had cornered her by the cliff, about how the Sunbreakers had emerged from the woods, and saved her, and how Simon had captured the Captain after the brutal fistfight. “That’s quite the tale, Alesha,” Sorenson said. “I only have one question.” He stood up. “Is it true?” “For the love of God, Sorenson!” Aunt Beatrice said, standing up. “Why would she lie to us?” “I don’t know,” Sorenson said. “But taking on a Captain like that - I don’t buy it!” “You saw him shoot that Captain when he waltzed in here earlier, Sorenson,” Oren replied. “He had the strength to bend metal with his bare hands! Taking on a Captain isn’t exactly out of the realm of possibility with strength like that.” “We should still send someone out there anyways,” Kazinsky said. “Gustav and his father deserve a proper burial.” “I’ll lead the expedition myself,” Oren said. “The bodies of the Fallen should still be there - we’ll head out at first light.” He turned towards Sorenson. “Happy?” Sorenson growled, but then remained silent. Oren looked back at the villagers. “We have a decision to make,” he said. “And in my opinion, it’s not whether or not we trust the Sunbreakers - it’s whether or not we take the risk that they’re telling the truth.” Oren grabbed a nearby stick, and drew a few lines in the dirt. “Everybody, grab a rock,” he said. “Left side of the line, we take our chances that the Sunbreakers are some very good con-artists. Right side, we take their word for it, and try to pay them.” “Pay them with what?” someone shouted. “We’re barely getting by as it is. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Oren said grimly. The villagers quickly lined up, each of them grabbing stones off the ground. Alesha tried to join them, but Aunt beatrice shook her head. “You’re not old enough yet, Alesha,” she said. “Just wait for me and your uncle, okay?” Alesha nodded, and sat back down. She watched as the village adults lined up, and put a stone on one side of the line or the other. She watched as the two piles grew bigger and bigger. When the last villager put down his stone, Oren looked at the piles. One was clearly bigger than the other - though not by much. Oren looked around the village. “We pay the Sunbreakers,” he said. “Let’s hope they weren’t lying.” Some of the villagers sighed with relief, an others groaned. Oren looked around. “Simon said that they wanted that ‘glimmer’ stuff,” he said. “I don’t suppose anybody has some of it?” Alesha stood up. “Gustav gave me some,” she said. “When he last visited. He said he’d found it in the ruins.” Oren nodded. “It’s a start, I suppose.” Old man Kazinsky nodded thoughtfully. “There’s a few of those cubes lying around in my house,” he said. “Something from my grandfather’s time, I suppose.” Oren looked over at him. “Bring it here,” he said. “I have a feeling we’ll be needing all of it.” It turned out that a fair number of the villagers had some ‘glimmer’ in their homes. None of them were entirely certain what it was - only that it had been in their family for as long as they could remember. Only Old man Kazinsky had any idea what the mysterious substance actually was. “Something from the Golden Age,” he said. “That’s what my grandfather said it was.” But beyond that, even he was clueless. Slowly, the mound of the glowing substance in the village center grew, but it still remained pitifully small. “Do you think it will be enough?” someone asked Oren. Oren looked at the pile. “We can only hope,” he said. [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1371758/223637890/0/0]Part 9[/url]

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  • I have a feeling that the sun breakers won't let the ones who voted no leave. [spoiler]No villagers!!!! I would protect you for free! 😩[/spoiler] [spoiler]Or one of my characters...[/spoiler] By the way, when does this story take place?

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