Forgiving the Unforgivable

As the nods of understanding swept through the group, the Village Chief rose from his seat, with his wife swiftly following suit. 

Once they had exited the tree house, the Village Chieftess turned to her husband, asking, "Do you think this is a good idea?"

"No. I'm doing it because I trust him," the Village Chief responded, weariness evident in his voice. 

He watched as Moyla emerged from the tree and lowered the platform to the ground. "That young man won't needlessly endanger himself or the village. I believe he has a good reason for this, and that's why I'm willing to see how it unfolds."

The Village Chieftess arched an eyebrow at her husband. 

"You place an excessive amount of trust in his abilities," she remarked, shaking her head wearily. "I just hope we're not making a mistake. If only my gift could work on Orion, I'd use it to see his future. But since it doesn't work on him or those around him, all we can do is watch and hope for the best."