True Leader

Chapter 18

The village square buzzed with anticipation as the elders stood before the gathered crowd, their voices echoing through the air with a newfound leader. Eliot watched from the shadows, his aura pulsating with a mixture of pride and satisfaction as the villagers hung on every word.

"People of our village," Elder Samra began, her voice ringing clear and commanding. "In light of recent events, we have reached a decision that will shape the future of our community."

Eliot's heart pounded in his chest as he waited for the inevitable announcement, his mind already racing with plans for the village's transformation under his leadership.

"We have unanimously agreed to appoint Eliot as the new leader of our village," Elder Samra announced, her words met with a chorus of cheers and applause from the crowd.

Eliot stepped forward, his chest swelling with pride as he surveyed the sea of faces before him. This was his moment, the pursuit of power and influence.

But even as the villagers hailed him as their savior, Eliot couldn't shake the doubt that lingered in the depths of his mind. His aura whispered promises of greatness, but beneath its seductive embrace lay a darkness that threatened to consume him.

As the cheers died down and the villagers dispersed, Eliot retreated to the solitude of his new found home as he is now the leader, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic power that coursed through his veins. "Weak and feeble, they wander aimlessly, seeking guidance from a shepherd they dare to call a leader. Little do they know, they are nothing but mere pawns in a grand game, destined to dance to my tune. I will be doing them a favour under my leadership, i may not have been anything in my real world but here i will accomplish it all"

Meanwhile, in the opulent halls of the royal palace, Prince Alaric stood before his father, King Marcus, his expression a mask of barely concealed frustration.

"Father," Alaric began, his voice tinged with urgency. "I bring news of the village, their new leader, Eliot, has assumed control."

King Marcus regarded his son with a cool detachment, his stare betraying none of the concern at Alaric's conscience. "And what of his powers?" the king inquired, his tone as impassive as ever.

Alaric hesitated, unsure of how to approach the subject. "He... he still possesses them," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand why you didn't strip them from him when you had the chance."

The king's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "It appears that some forces are beyond even my control, it was a first son but no need to remind of thus" he replied cryptically, his tone laden with a sense of foreboding.

As Alaric left the king's presence, a nagging sense of unease settled over him. Eliot's ascent to power was a threat that could not be ignored, and Alaric vowed to keep a close watch on the village and its enigmatic new leader.