Betrayer of the Faithful: Yew Rue’s title had already been decreed.
After a spiritual supplication calling for inspiration during the summit, the conference began under Anchor’s direction. Scribes scrawled minutes. What was said historians would repeat for sometime. It was a dark day.
As legal observers and royalty inspected, gulls struggled circling overhead in the gusty dark storm. Anchor relived the moment as Yew Rue wandered across the immense flat rock atop of a black stone cliff; a precarious spot for a staggering madman. Whipping wind froze his black garments tight around his shivering body. Mother Earth was rumbling. She was preparing to squash Yew Rue’s vigorous strength to untraceable bits. Roaring tons of water hit the cliffside. The drenching impact soared into chilling air. It’s arching destination of fury was obvious … supernatural Morgan, the Sea Dweller, inside Yew Rue.
Yew Rue looked into the watery death and implored, “Kill me, Mother of Creation!” and the waters were perplexed, stirring all primal forces. Unrestrained, water thrust like a cataclysm on the black slate rock washing Morgan’s unseen broken fragments back into the sea from whence he originated.
Nature never chose to seize Yew Rue. Yew Rue was miraculously spared. But, Morgan was too demonic. He never survived Nature’s obliteration. Yew Rue was washed free to be judged by man and not Nature. His quick judgment: a life of banishment and isolated servitude as penitence for his cruel crimes.