”Humans are not completely asinine. They are not entirely insensitive to the needs of other races. They can be smart, emotional beings that hide their feelings. ”

Creed stood firmly with his eyes blazing. His lips then sealed themselves tightly into a frown. He was surrounded by fourteen tables, filled with two gentlemen at each table. The gentlemen all wore the same emotionless look on their faces. They reminded him of vultures waiting for an opportune moment.

Laughter began to ring around Creed, echoing throughout the entire room.

A tall, intimidating man cleared his throat, and all was hushed.

He must be Siphon, Creed thought. That man was the leader of this little group known as the Council of Casalynn. His eyes danced over the large, dimly lit room, to the barely seen members, not that you could tell any difference between them. All of their heads were shaved. They all wore black suits, white shirts and black ties. Some of the members of the council might have been thin and solidly built, while others may be fat, weak and complacent. But in the dark room, clones came to mind.

”Is that why you wish to leave our city of superiority? We Casalyians are smarter, stronger, and have more technology, ” Siphon announced with pride. His face came into view wearing a sadistic smile. His arms were outstretched as if they showed all the glory of Casalynn. His dark, gleaming eyes peered intensely. Siphons wings rested behind him, waffling a putrid smell of decaying flesh. ”Not to mention we live in the sky in a floating mechanical city, far above those pests on the ground. ”

Creed shook his head holding in a breath. The angry stance revealed his well-developed frame, readily noticeable even in the suit he wore for todays occasion. One might easily estimate his age to be older than his youthful sixteen years. His maturity probably reflected his difficult history. Now was the time to emphasize that maturity.

”No, that is not my only reason to study the Humanoids, ” Creed continued. ”I want to learn. No, I yearn to know more about them. All we do is stay in this city and only go near the Humanoids if it is necessary. I truly think that there is another way. I think Humans and Casalyians could one day co-exist, side by side. ”

The gentlemen of the council snickered. Siphon slammed his hands down, shaking as he responded to Creed. ”The Humans are a young and vile race! Once they discover you, they will chain you down and dissect you, piece by piece, part by part! Then they will throw what remains of you into a museum! ”

Creed aggressively extended his wings. They stood at an amazing six-foot length and emitted an odor like lilacs. His eyes narrowed at Siphon, as he double-downed. ”We are still a rather young race! We have already done those things! It is written in our history! We are just further along than they are! ”

Siphon roared, leaving his seat at the speed of lightning. He moved close to Creed, eye-to-eye. Creeds wings bent forward until their tips poked Siphon in his chest. Siphons face went livid, and he wrinkled his nose as he leaned backward.

Creed managed to calm himself down. A serene feeling suddenly began to drift from him. The mood slowly infected the room with quiet sincerity. The other council members accepted this intrusion, while Siphon only sneered, glowering. He seemed to be immune to the calming effects of Creeds ability.

However, the longer Creed had this emotion out, the stronger it became. Finally, Siphon succumbed to it. He slowly looked around the darkened room and relaxed.

Then Siphon stood up roaring again, but this time with laughter. He turned and faced the council.

Creed studied Siphon, cocking his head.

Siphon finally stopped laughing, and the same sadistic smile returned. He turned around to face Creed. ”Boy, you are determined. Well, it doesn matter to me, Filth. ” He spat out the last word he spoke.

The council gasped in horror.

Siphons smile widened. ”Yes, this is the forbidden lad, created by that inexorable excuse of a treaty. ” Siphon began to pace behind his table. His left hand swooped down, yanking up one of the many papers that waited for his approval.

”The one time our dear beloved king goes over our heads . . . Not caring if we approved or not, it led to a treaty that has long since fallen through. ” He began lecturing Creed on what he considered to be his wasteful existence.

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