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Chapter 236: Chapter 236 Counsil meeting (2)
Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd as he spoke, the weight of their situation settling in. "We have always been a strong and resilient tribe, but these are difficult times. We must find a way to support each other and ensure that no one is left to suffer in the cold or go hungry."
Healer paused, allowing the gravity of the situation to sink in before looking to Marc for guidance on the next steps.
Marc stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of everyone gathered. He scanned the crowd, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and concern. When he spoke, his voice was strong and loud.
"We stand here today as a tribe that has faced adversity before, and we will face it again. But never have we been so tested as we are now. The attack we endured has left us not only mourning the loss of our loved ones but also struggling to survive the harsh winter that lies ahead. Our food supplies are dwindling, and the cold is biting deeper with each passing day.
But let me remind you of who we are. We are a people forged in the fires of hardship. We do not break; we bend and adapt. We do not despair; we find hope in the darkest of times. This is our way, and this will be our strength as we face the challenges before us.
We must come together as one, as we always have. Those who have more must share with those who have less. Our worrier must be more vigilant, our gatherers more resourceful. Every person in this tribe has a role to play in ensuring our survival. We cannot afford to let fear or hopelessness divide us.
We will seek out new sources of food, even in this harsh winter. We will protect what little we have left, and we will defend our people from any further threats. But above all, we will not give in to despair. Our ancestors survived worse, and so will we."
Marc’s voice grew softer, but no less intense. "Remember, every challenge we overcome makes us stronger. Every hardship we face brings us closer together. We will endure this, and when the snows melt and the spring returns, we will stand proud as a town that did not falter."
Marc voice resolute as he addressed the members gathered around.
The harsh winter had taken its toll, and the need for new resources had driven him to a daring decision.
"We’re going down Silverpeak Mountain," Marc announced firmly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. The mention of the Silverpeak mountain immediate reactions—shock, concern, and disbelief.
Silverpeak Mountain was known throughout the region as one of the most treacherous places to traverse. Its towering heights were perpetually shrouded in mist, and its rugged terrain was infamous for its deadly cliffs and unpredictable weather. The mountain’s dense forest at the base was equally feared, home to dangerous wildlife and harsh conditions.
A murmur spread through the crowd, rising in volume as the people exchanged worried glances. The elders, their faces etched with lines of wisdom and worry, were the first to voice their concerns.
"Marc, are you certain about this?" Elder otis spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "Silverpeak is a death trap, especially in the winter. Many have tried to brave its dangers and failed."
"I understand the risks," Marc replied, his tone unwavering. "But we need resources. Our supplies are running out, and we can’t afford to wait any longer for a miracle. We have to take this risk to ensure our survival."
A powerful worrier named Rian, known for his strength and bravery, stepped forward. "I agree with leader. If we don’t act now, we may not survive the winter. Silverpeak may be dangerous, but it’s also our best hope for finding what we need."
Some of the tribe’s warriors nodded in agreement with Rian, their faces set with determination. They had braved many dangers before and were willing to take on the challenge of Silverpeak.
"But what about the dangers?" argued another elder miri. "We can’t afford to lose more people to that mountain. The risks may be too high."
Others, like Miri, were more cautious, fearing the loss of more lives.
Marc raised his hands to call for silence, his voice carrying over the growing debate. "I know it’s dangerous. But we must make a choice. We can either risk everything by trying to find new resources or face certain death by doing nothing. We have to act now."
The tension was palpable, a clash of resolve versus caution. Marc’s gaze locked with that of his closest advisors, who understood the urgency but also recognized the gravity of the decision. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖
Elder otis finally spoke again, his voice filled with reluctant acceptance. "If we are to undertake this perilous journey, we must prepare thoroughly. We need to ensure that everyone going is well-equipped and that we have a solid plan for retreat if things go wrong."
Marc nodded in agreement. "We’ll take every precaution. We’ll form teams, gather supplies, and plan the safest route. We’ll make sure that those who go are prepared for the worst."
A murmur of agreement spread through the crowd as the decision was accepted, though not without hesitation. Some members of the tribe stepped forward, volunteering to be part of the expedition despite their fears. Others remained behind, tasked with keeping the tribe safe and managing resources during the dangerous journey.
Kyra felt her beast become anxious hearing that the town was lacking food. It was as if her very essence was attuned to the needs of her people. She felt a powerful urge to step in and help. As Frostlyn, she was born to protect and support the bestmens, and she couldn’t ignore the responsibility that weighed on her.
Seeing the tribe’s struggle and the severity of the situation, her instincts were clear and she felt an overwhelming need to act.
"Are you okay, Ky-ky?" Lucas whispered near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. He noticed the lost and anxious look in her eyes.
