The gathered Halovians are given a piece of wood, and a piece of charcoal with which to cast their ballots. Speeches given, one by one they vote behind a wall of stone so that their choices are kept secret.
Who shall the victor be? The often brash captain of the Shields, who has devoted more than a decade of her life to protecting Halo in ways that she (but not others) judges to be in its best interest? Or the newer-comer, trailing in the wake of familial drama, dedicated to proving himself an asset to Halo despite rumours and gossip to the contrary.
As votes are counted, sticks and bits of blackened stone piled, one stack is notably larger than the other.
Halo has chosen.
"All hail WardenMorgan!" The officiator calls out, holding aloft a bit of wood.
Who shall the victor be? The often brash captain of the Shields, who has devoted more than a decade of her life to protecting Halo in ways that she (but not others) judges to be in its best interest? Or the newer-comer, trailing in the wake of familial drama, dedicated to proving himself an asset to Halo despite rumours and gossip to the contrary.
As votes are counted, sticks and bits of blackened stone piled, one stack is notably larger than the other.
Halo has chosen.
"All hail Warden
