High Chief

*Big thanks to Charlie Puente-Duany for your continuous support*

The people went silent with that declaration with some of the black horn tribe turning to Torghen who watched his father's corpse with disbelief.

Moving his sight to the boy who defeated his father and now called himself chief, Torghen was faced with a decision looking to his people who were waiting for his decision he finally made his decision.

Dropping to his knees he spoke up, "all hail the new chief" the others followed his lead and soon all the people dropped to their knees with the Free folk bowing their head in subservience.

"Alright, bury the bodies and get the healers to treat the wounded. I wanted them ready to move by the morrow" Arthor was quick to give orders his eyes moving through his people before landing on Frenya who had a deep gash at the side of her face.

"Your injured", Arthor spoke as he moved in closer to check on her, "I'm fine" Frenya moved back avoiding Arthor's outstretched hand.

"A gash on your face isn't what I'd call fine." He proceeded to turn to another and called for a washcloth and some other materials preparing to help Frenya with her wounds. "Oh for gods' sake, stop being so stubborn and let me help you, I'm your chief and I order you to let me help you".

Arthor spoke in a tone that did not allow for any arguments as he set to treating Frenya the best he could. As he did so Frenya observed his actions with a barely concealed glare which Arthor decided to ignore.

*****

After treating the wounded and offering the dead the right respects the people turned in early preparing themselves for the journey the next day.

The journey in itself was relatively peaceful which was quite surprising considering the numerous battles occurring close to them. They were unable to catch any new prey and were forced to rely on the little they had managed to scrunch up before to survive.

The journey which Arthor had estimated to be a day ended up being two due to the snowstorm that assaulted them on their journey back, with the winds being so cold one could feel them eating away at their bones the people were forced to huddle together for warmth.

Something which was not easy considering they had been hacking away at each other just a day earlier, but with some words from Arthor who was not about to let the army he had worked so hard to gain slaughter themselves, the bubbling voilence was brought to an end.

Not to say their hate had died down no rather they had just bottled it up waiting for another time to let loose.

After some more trudging to the snow as well as bruises on some men's face the group had arrived before Arthor's village. The hastily put up walls of the place had been reinforced with all available warriors in the village before it holding their weapons at the ready.

Arthor took notice of his father who gripped on to his battle axe tightly, Arthor wasn't shocked about this with their numbers it would be more surprising if they weren't noticed.

Arthor with his host came to a halt where they were close enough for the people to have a good look at them. There was a silence that lasted a minute as the people took in Arthor's group.

"Arthor?.." His father's voice travelled to him, the disbelief and confusion in his voice was clear as day.

"Yes father,I have returned and I have done what I have promised" Arthor spread out his arms as he said so causing his father to chuckle, "I can see that"

"Alright you lot move aside, my sons have returned, Arthor has returned!" Harwood's booming voice caused his men to move aside allowing his sons and their people into the village.

The people watched the group as the made their way into the village when the boy had spoke up none believed his words and when his father had told them he had gone to do it with his siblings, they saw the whole thing as a futile endeavor but as they looked at the group before them could no longer deny it.

"I have missed you boy," Harwood placed Arthor in a tight hug. "It's good to see you too father" Arthor returned the hug with a grin on. his face.

"I'll admit I had doubts... but you did it you really did it." Harwood spoke as he moved his attention to the new comers his pride was clear for all to see.

"This is but the beginning father, when I am done there will numerous songs."

"Of that I have no doubt now come with me there is something I must do." Arthor watched his father walk of with confusion as to what this was about but followed after him all the same.

The people gathered around the two all with confusion wondering what all this was about but remained silent as Harwood began.

"Arthor has performed many great feats, he led his brothers down the mountains and into the woodlands, he charged into the enemy village and rescued me bringing me back here and now he left with family and has now returned with hundreds of men. My son have proven himself in the sight of both gods and men and so I have decided to name him Chief, not just Chief but High Chief of the woodlands"

With those words he drew out a sword and stretched it out to hand it over to Arthor who simply stares dumbstruck.