Chapter 8

The Chihuatlan Chronicles

Chapter 8: A Consensus and a Trial


"We have met upon the matter of Chihuatlan's place in this clan." Goliath began, addressing everyone in the room, "We have argued every point and nuance that would possibly hinder her acceptance into the halls of Castle Wyvern. Of theses reasons, none was enough to deny her entrance."


Brooklyn's heart sang. So, despite Angela's protests, Chihuatlan was in? He couldn't believe it. It was almost too good to be true.


But of course....

Goliath continued, "However, Angela has given me pause at the sheer number of arguments she produced against our guest, and there is the matter of Chihuatlan's ties to her kind. A future king or queen cannot belong to different realms." He turned to the shapeshifter, addressing her directly, "You must search yourself and discover to whom you belong. That is all I have to say on the matter."


There was a general outcry as the clan realized what Goliath had decreed. Brooklyn leapt to his feet, ready to protest this.


Hudson silenced them all, holding up a hand to quiet their protests.


"We will abide by Goliath's decision." he said, "He is our leader, and we are bound by clan oath to abide by his mandates. I'm sorry, lass."


Chihuatlan bowed her head in submission.


"I understand," she said, "and I do not contest your law."


Angela stepped forward, a look of triumph on her face.


You see? You have no place in this clan." she said, her voice the epitome of mockery, "You never did. I suggest you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of. We do not want you here."


Chihuatlan stared Angela in the face. She was almost quivering with rage, and her eyes bored into the gargoyle like lasers.


"I have shown you minimal hostility." she said taking a step in the gargoyle's direction. Angela couldn't take her eyes off the shapeshifter, and she couldn't help taking a step back. {No one's gonna help me.} she realized, and this scared her.


"I have made no threat to your mate." the shapeshifter continued quietly, her voice growing more intense with every word, "Yet you have openly insulted me ever since you first saw me. And now..." she did not finish her sentence; she simply ran from the room.


"Wait!" Brooklyn called after her, springing from the couch. He hesitated as he passed the source of the problem.


"Angela, I -" he couldn't bring himself to finish what needed to be said, and with a cry of frustation, he bounded in the direction Chihuatlan had taken.