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A guy and a woman can be seen digging through a wall, dirt flying every which way.
"How long is this going to take?" the guy asked.
"As long as it needs to." the woman replied blankly. She digged through the wall as quick as was humanly possible. Her hands became a blur as she moved that quick.
"This is about to be a long day." the guy also increased his digging speed, nearly matching the woman.
"What did the Cropgores even do to you to make you so vengeful? I thought they had you under control." the guy questioned still digging.
The woman face darkens. Her grip on the shovel tightens. A smile crept up her face and her eyes looked like it was about to release tears.
Shaking slightly, she returned back to normal.
"I will prefer if you didn't ask." her words were slow but the guy could feel it dripping with dread and pain.
'What in the world happened?' he thought, but quickly buried it and focused on the task at hand.
* * *
In a small tavern, a boy around the age of eight comes into view in a room that looks sorta like a clinic.
*Sniff
The boy looked like he had been crying an unhealthy amount of tears. His eyes were bloodshot and his, clothes were unkept.
He was on a bed, made with cotton and fabrics. He sat up and reached for a round bottle of water.
"You think someone like you deserves water." a voice from inside his head rang out. He placed his two hands on his temples to suppress it.
"You know what you did, you murderer. And you got the effontery to live on knowing what you did to me." a ghostly silhouette appeared in front of him. It was a striking resemblance to Arnold.
"I-I didn't mean to k-kill you. Y-You were in so much pain and you asked us to do it." the boy, who was Eliot, said his voice very shaky.
"Pff. Say that to my dead body. You think I don't know your motive behind it." the voice scoffed. The silhouette made a disgusted face.
"M-Motive?"
"Yes. You were jealous about losing the chance to be the heir. You were jealous that I was Aunt Florisha's favorite. And so what did you do? You were looking for an opportunity to end me and one was just delivered to your doorstep." the voice slithered and hissed. His words were like a snake, venomous and painful.
"T-That's not true." Eliot shook his head over an over again.
"How did you feel carrying that rock? How did you feel... All because you wanted everything. All because you wanted me to have nothing. HOW DO YOU FEEEL!!!"
Tears trickled down his face. Silent crying turned into wailing. Everything went dark.
• • •
The Council's Meeting Room
The robed people sat around the round table. While a red robe man stood in front of them.
"So, in our last meeting. We said we would increase our surveillance on Weakness. And this might be a bigger problem than we last thought." Thomas, the man in red robe, said his voice turning grave.
"I am aware that we issued a rule where he could bring his hunt to the people and they could accept it or not. But the thing is, they have never accepted it." he continued.
"That was until recently, a little while after he met Hope and me. Around the time we were concluding our meeting." Thomas said.
The robed people looked at one another in slight shock.
"I was just as surprised. So I did a little digging and found out that the villagers are facing a little famine."
"Famine? There hasn't been a famine in years or even decades of I remember correctly." a Council member said his voice tinged with curiosity.
"Exactly my thought pattern when I found out. So, I did some more digging and found out this famine was due to... " Thomas put on a glove and reached under a table and carried out a gigantic looking creature that looked like a breed with cockroaches and housefly.
"I was wondering what that terrible smell was." a Council member said as he squeezed his nose shut.
"What is that?" another Council member asked intrigued.
"The villagers call them Cropgores. They currently have been taking their harvest and produce, leading to the famine I mentioned earlier." Thomas said dropping the creature on the table in case anyone wanted to inspect it further.
"I have never seen a specie of this kind before. How and why did they come to be?" a Council member asked taking a closer look at the Cropgores.
"I think, 'they' are the cause." Thomas said with a grave tone.
The room went quiet. Some of the Council members shaking in fear.
" 'They' haven't gotten involved in a long time, why would 'they' now, all of a sudden." a Council member said, his voice shaky a bit.
"I don't know. But that's not the major matter at hand. These Cropgores are no threat to us whatsoever. Anyone of us will be able to take them out, even without touching them." Thomas took off the gloves and brought out his hand fan.
With a slight motion of his hand, the Cropgore corpse was reduced to dust.
"Come clean this." he ordered as some women dressed in white aprons and clothes came in to sweep the mess.
"Weakness is currently underground digging a way into this things home in an attempt to possibly erase them. He isn't going alone though." Thomas became giddy.
"He is going with the soon to be member of the Council: Aunt Florisha."