It was the morning of the final decision between the Demoi and the Silawi. Something in my gut was telling me that the foreboding feeling that refused to leave me was a sign of something bad coming from this day.
I threw water on my face and scrubbed numerous times; I almost fooled myself into thinking that I could rinse away the feeling along with the sleep that was lingering. I knew it wouldn't be that easy, however. The Silawi were too prideful a people to come back to the Demoi without provocation.
They were so set on the idea that I would continue their role as the bottom feeder of the Demoi species that it was impossible for me to convince them otherwise.
I walked out of the bathroom and back into my chambers and sat on my bed. I chuckle as I realize that the Silawi is not the onl
