Chronicles of Vearth-Chapter 52: Internal Discord

[Leav POV]The morning after our stronghold's initial construction, the camp was bustling with activity—but so were old shadows. During a meeting in our central hall to discuss resource distribution, long-simmering tensions among various goblin factions began to surface. We had gathered to allocate the newly salvaged stone and timber essential for our fortifications, yet disagreements erupted almost immediately.

Voices rose in a cacophony of accusations and bitter reminders of past injustices. Some goblins, feeling overlooked by years of scavenging, demanded extra shares to compensate for previous losses. Others argued that resources should be distributed based on contribution, and those who had fought bravely deserved more. The room quickly became a battlefield of words, rivalries clashing as fiercely as our weapons had on the field.

I strode into the hall, my presence a sudden, imposing force that cut through the bickering. "Enough!" I roared, my voice echoing against the stone walls. The heated argument fell silent, and all eyes turned to me. I could see anger, hurt, and stubborn pride in the faces around me—but I also saw a glimmer of hope that we could rise above these old grudges.

"Your squabbling will tear us apart when our enemies are at our gates," I said firmly. "We have fought side by side, and our strength lies in our unity. From this day forth, resource allocation will be determined solely by need and contribution to our collective cause. Any further dissent will be met with severe consequences."

I methodically outlined new rules for resource distribution, ensuring that every goblin would have an equal share relative to their participation in our work. The room remained tense, but gradually, the heated expressions softened. Reluctant nods replaced angry glares, and the murmurs of dissent quieted into a hesitant acceptance.

Later that day, I walked the corridors of our stronghold, reflecting on the meeting. The discord, though painful, had served as a necessary reminder: our unity was fragile and needed constant nurturing. Each resolved conflict was a step toward building a truly united force. That evening, as I watched the goblins resume their work with renewed determination, I silently vowed that I would not let internal strife undermine our progress. The foundation of our future depended on every one of us working together as a single, unbreakable unit.

I retired early that night, my thoughts heavy with the memory of angry faces and the hope of reconciliation. In that quiet moment, I reaffirmed my resolve to lead with fairness and strength, knowing that true unity would only be achieved when every goblin understood that our survival depended on it.