Where Ahmeno Ends

Previously

…Ahmeno lowered his hands, his breathing deep and steady. He looked at the bell, its bronze surface still warm beneath his touch, its song now a soft, contented hum. He looked at the delegation, their expressions a mixture of fear, confusion, and a dawning respect. He had stood his ground, not with weapons, but with the ancient wisdom of the land and the unwavering song of the bell. The heart of his village, and of the world, was safe. For now.