19 A decision made

I stood in my room, in front of the broken sword that I never got repaired.

It was originally like this.

I slid my hand across the top of the transparent case in which the sword was kept.

In the back of my mind. In the very depths of my consciousness I had this one thing I wanted to be true.

That the tribes would change and their laws be turned for the better.

The women be given more worth and the men be less aggressive.

But, I didn't think it would be possible. The traditions were too deep rooted. So, I just kept the thought in the dark depths of my mind.

I was happy here and although I thought about the Hounds I would tell myself immediately that there was no need for me to think about that.

I stared at the sword.

Go back… Huh?

After all this time?

I turned my head and looked out the window. It was a pleasant day but my feelings were a mess.

I wonder if I can make a difference?

I sighed.