“Sir, we wish to speak with you.” The man with the silver robe beckoned him. Must be the elder, thought Galeron, his robes show seniority.
Galeron walked towards the group and fingered the tassels on his cloak, contemplating his appearance. He cupped his hands and bowed his head twice as was custom.
“Welcome, Galeron. We’ve been eagerly anticipating your visit.” The silver robed man and others customarily greeted him back.
“I am Stephos,” The man in silver nodded to his companions; “these are my sons, Kanyo and Deblo. You’ve already become acquainted with Karis, my daughter. Welcome to our home.”
“What is it you gentlemen want from me?” Galeron turned to look at Kanyo. The young man smiled but remained silent while Deblo spoke,
“We are a remnant of the Chosen Ones. King Torus has nearly wiped our people off the face of this planet, as you already know from being a Silent Wanderer. We know who you are; we ask that you help us retrieve that which was stolen.” Deblo opened his hands; Stephos, Kanyo, and Karis followed suit. Each finger was marked with a golden picture of a tree.
Galeron felt his body involuntarily stiffen. These were them! Traitors! Marked Men! He stepped backwards, away from their arms...their fingers.
“I can’t, you’re traitors. All of you. I wish not to suffer at the tips of your cursed hands!”
Stephos lowered his hands and frowned, “You know better, Galeron. Your years of tutelage have taught you the lies that have been spread concerning the Chosen Ones. What more do you need to know?”
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They believed that Shammahya, the One True God, sent his Son to die and be resurrected to save mankind from their sins. His teachings, of which Galeron had studied several, were good; his death was horrific. He was nailed to the bottom of a living tree trunk and then the trunk had been lowered back into the ground. The part Galeron could never believe was that the tree had been found, three days later, replanted; the old “tomb” was empty and Shammahya’s Son was alive again.
Galeron shook his head. He didn’t agree with King Torus’s edict to wipe out all the Marked Men, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe the miraculous life of the God-Son as real.
He looked back up at the four...Chosen Ones, and firmed his mind. It was the right thing to help these people. That was one of the vows he took when he became a Silent Wanderer: to protect and aid men, women, and children no matter whom they are, what they do, or what they believe.
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