Amith & Mythri 2 (Preview)

The Golem King crashes his fist through the table, leaving a smoldering hole that begins to smoke. “Have any of your people been conquered yet? Have any of you felt the sting of it? If you have not then I suggest you all shut up and listen close! I have seen these wars before. I have lived centuries seeing it! My kind is always the first to picked on. The first to have our mines taken from us. It has happened again! And you all sit by and wait until your own houses are looted before you grow any rage! How many times have my people helped your kingdoms? How many times have we come baring our own gems and gold as reparations to you? Answer me!” He bellows.

Nictis bangs his gavel. “Please do before he ruins any more of my table,” he sighs.

“Hebbar is right,” Amit speaks up and I am shocked how everyone turns their attentions to him. “The Golem are secluded and secretive beings, but they have always shown kindness that has goen unrewarded. And what do we do when they are being taken over? We do nothing. We stand by and think to ourselves ‘as long as it isn’t me, it doesn’t’ matter.” Amit stands up, laying his palms flat on the table. “I owe Hebbar a great deal of debt, but anytime I offer to pay him back he turns it down. He was an ally during my grandfather’s campaign to rid the Rakshasa of the Gnolls. Without him there would be no Rakshasa court today. There would be no me. This summit wouldn’t be happening. Thanks to the Golems we are all here able to make this choice today. I was happy when I knew Hebbar would be here, because I knew that soon my debt would be paid and Hebbar and I could finally be brothers.”

“You’re worried about debt?” Nadine scoffs.

“No,” Amit growls. “Do you not see what I am trying to say? You are all so concerned with our palaces and kingdoms and things that you cannot stretch out your hand to your brothers and sisters in need! Think how much you would want that hand if it was your own kingdom! How dare you sit there and think “not me” when everywhere it is you! The Gnolls, the Centaurs, whoever it may be, they are in your backyard and they know exactly what they want!”

The room grows quiet and there are murmurs all around. Imani then stands up, her paws firm on the table like Amit’s. 

“Then tell me, brother,” she starts with a snarl and a curled lip. “Who do you want in your backyard? Because you can pick only one.”