Herbert's Side Story 10
We had a ceremony the day after the battle with the Mouth, which I was completely unprepared for.
The entire Order outpost had gathered in the training yard, craning their necks over the crowd to catch a glimpse of me. A wooden stage had been hastily hammered together, creaking more than an old woman's bones. Banners flapped halfheartedly in the breeze, and a nervous-looking boy kept tossing flower petals in random directions as if this were a wedding.
And I was the center of attention.
Not for waterboarding the priest or dropkicking a cultist. No, this time, everyone was staring at me because I had saved the day. Defeated the Mouth. Saved Luna. Turned a Void nightmare into a sneezing, sniveling joke.
There were whispers in the crowd. Pointing. Gawking.
And then The Keeper appeared.
