The gate falls and is risen, the clattering and shifting of ropes and metal are heard. The hard stone ground upon the Council Room's floor was dented with the violent clattering and capitulation of the gate's roping. Men and women clutched their hands around the lever that gave them such joy, endorphins being generated in copious amounts among their group. Up and down, up and down, the lever flicked, and parallel to this movement: the gate would raise and suspend, and then fall and divide. As the fun continued, the monotonous chant of the gate's inner workings resonated through the square, all before the cities officials found out. Sky gods attempting to strike those innocent, and those having fun down. Scatter, they did, though in the end. Those assailed and accused by the sky gods were acquitted, and they were free. Though the gate was gone when they braved their heads back to the center.

One sky god contemplated there, wringing his fingers out as he looked over his work. His eyes feverishly scanning it, hoping to pincer and surprise with this list. A list bore from not reason and event, but from pettiness and from his own mortal mistake. Attempts to make personal gain, and to take out those he liked, mimicking those of the red era in the north. If dissent stirred in one of his ranks, or in one previous to his ranks, this sky god, this mine man, this king would pester and stir his friends to find what they could on them. To accuse them of something new, something fresh, or something warped and disjointed. After all this collection, string-pulling, emotion jerking, and most importantly of all, sodium, he would then petition his plea to the greater sky gods.

A week would pass from this fateful day, and nothing came, though, after nigh another week, a response came from the sky gods. A response that meant not much to those who were accused. The toil of this mans work in ruins, the only warning to those involved was to in short stay away from the gates of Sky Gods who could be so easily pestered. The mind runs hot when confronted with something it cannot understand when it sees something that it cannot deal with. Though in this case, the mind ran boiling, spilling over and leaking all over the place. The gatemen and others accused were acquitted. And all were free that day, another free day for those to have fun. Though after a tide, not all is washed away, salt still lay festering in the wounds of the Sky Gods that day. A forever twisted and warped view of the gatemen, and for the gatemen, they viewed the Sky Gods the same.