It was the evening prior to the decision being made by the Silawi. The king had decided to have a gathering of the warriors among others of the Demoi. I don't necessarily know why and honestly, I could care less for the reason at this point.
What I did notice, however was the tension that was gathering itself between him and his right hand, Leonis.
I don't really recall what happened the night on our way back from saving my people from that disgusting human being. I vaguely remember the talk we had on the ride back before falling asleep against his large and muscular back; and when I woke up, I was in my little prison room again, chained and unarmed of my own powers once again.
I was grateful for what he had done that night, regardless of whether it was for my benefit or his own-which
