Bing Gananda 11

As the night closed in, the sailors heaped wood on the fire. The flames leaped and sparks rose into the sky. The Captain and Bos'n watched from the ship. The island was dark except for the glow at the top of the mountain.
"Captain," Jackson said, "Did you see that?"
They both stared as several points at the base of the mountain began to glow. It was a soft, cool light, not unlike the moon, now high in the sky over the mountain. As they watched, the glowing lights seemed to be moving, flickering, gathering together.
The sailor on watch had seen them now.
"Cap'n, sir," he said in a shaky voice. "Do you see that?"
"Yes, Billy, we do."
"What do you reckon it is, sir?"
There was silence for a moment.
"I don't know, Billy."

The Lithorians were gathering as they did in times of need. They were mostly a nocturnal race, sleeping though the heat of the day. Tonight, they had been summoned for a High Council.
They had come from the various Holten, each Holt with their Moon Stone, glowing in the night. They would meet at the Great Vale at the foot of the mountain.
Each Holt had it's Eld, usually the most ancient of the Lithorians of that Holt. The Eld made up the Council of the High Ones. They spoke quietly, yet were heard by all.
By now, all were aware of the strangers' presence. But no one knew what to do. The discussions lasted far into the night. Gala Gania was brought forth. She accused Bing Gananda of causing the trouble.
"And how would Bing Gananda be responsible for this?"
"She goes to the sea every morning!" Gala replied.
There was a murmur from the assembly.
"She goes everywhere!" came a voce from the crowd.
"Where is she now!"
"She's gone up the mountain!"
"With that Beast!"
Finally the Council called for silence.
"Find her, and bring her before all."


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