The Great Council Fire

Previously

…He carried the weight of his past, but now, he also carried the promise of a future, a future he would fight to protect, even from the echoes of his own silence. Swift River Woman, her gaze still fixed on the distant mountains, felt the familiar thrum of anticipation, a warrior preparing for the inevitable clash. Silent Hawk walked alone, the sharp point of an arrow already forming in his mind, a silent vow to bring peace, no matter the cost. The path ahead was fraught with peril, a journey into a land of betrayal and defiance, but the Council Fire, though dimmed by the actions of renegades, had not yet been extinguished. Its embers glowed, waiting to be fanned back into a roaring flame.