BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
May have a lil' something up my sleeves here, nothing too major, just a little-
You were not as popular, nor influential as Medarda. That was a fact, and yet, your arm had only just began to ache from it's firm, unyielding position under the bright light signaling your confirmation, before a second slowly, hesitantly rose up. You didn't have time to acknowledge whose, for a third, than a fourth, was soon to slowly follow. There seemed to be a collective intake of breath, released in the rush when, incredibly impossible, the fifth rose up in majority.
Majority. A free vote, in majority. And with, much glares and a muttered rebuke under breath, the following three raised their hands in confirmation of their, though begrudging, agreement of the unheard of proposal. If only to prevent being the odd ones out, and dragging this out longer than necessary.
The man standing at center of the council seats, one eye wide while the other blazed, looked like he would collapse at the sight before him. Through sheer willpower and lifelong Zaunite stubbornness, he managed to stay properly upright even as disbelief filled his features, as he heard words he'd wanted to hear, had never expected to, and would never, ever forget.
Just like, with his gaze locking on yours as the words rung through the Council Chamber, he would also never, ever forget, that it had been you to the first to cast the vote that changed everything.
"Representative Silco, your proposal is in... tentative, but unanimous agreement. The Nation of Zaun, formally known as the Undercity of Piltover, will be granted it's independence."
