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A Golden Age“He betrayed you! How can you not hate him?” Sethoru stared incredulously into the white dragon’s eyes.
“Gojeerah was not always evil.” Lacarria lifted her head to watch the sinking sun. A light breeze rustled the leaves, rippling through her fur. “He was a righteous leader—the crowning jewel of our circle. He was our eldest brother.” She settled her weight with the predatory grace of a feline. The huge branch upon which she perched swayed under Sethoru’s feet. “Men only speak of Gojeerah’s corruption,” she continued, “but there was a time before his fall. That was a golden age. Gojeerah loved mankind and was loved in turn.” Lacarria’s eyes became distant, as she peered through the weave of time into deep and ancient memories. “I cannot hate him,” she said with a touch of bereft. “Even after all the atrocities he committed, he was--is--my brother.
M'lady the QueenSunlight streamed through the tall windows. Dust particles glimmered in the light, dancing to the soft music of sleeping breath. A knock on the chamber door awakened Maerora. She stirred groggily amongst the pile of blankets. “What?” she called groggily.
The door opened and, tentatively a maidservant slid into the room. “I was instructed to attend to the needs of m’lady, the queen.” She curtsied.
Maerora rubbed her eyes, “Queen. She’s not here. Just me,” she said through a yawn.
The maidservant blinked and looked flustered for a moment before making a small, awkward laugh. “Ah, m’lady jests. Would you care for more time to sleep?”
“I’m not—I don’t understand.”
“I will be just outside the door, awaiting your call should you need me.”
Maerora’s brow furrowed. “That’s not what I—where’s Sethoru?”
“At this hour, it is likely His Highness is i
King of the Shattered ThroneI am as old as this world. That is a long time to be alone, a long time to bear the crown. I remember being loved. That was before I became king. Now I am feared, hated. Rightly so. He is very powerful now--and it is my fault. I do what I have to do to keep His influence contained. For this burden I am rewarded with a terrible curse: I cannot die. I feel wounds and pain and agony that others escape through the blessed embrace of death.
The physical suffering is not the worst part, though. That title is proudly carried by time, and its sound defeat over everything. Everything I build. Everything I grow. Everything I love. It is all taken from me by the slow decay of time and its relentless march into the abyss. This pleases Him. Eventually, I must weaken to the point of failure. Time is on His side.
I am not much more than a relic from a bygone age, but I am still king. Am I a selfish king? Perhaps. I keep a terrible monster imprisoned within my own mind. I f
The Other Side of BoneA candle sits in the middle of a circular pattern on a glossy marble floor. The light from this candle dimly illuminates several marble pillars that rise high into the darkness. The walls are just beyond the reach of the light, their presence made known only by the soft echoes of solitary, slippered feet. Everything is designed in monochrome shades, even the candle and it’s light have a ghostly pallor.
Clad only in white robes, a solitary figure stands near the candle, looking into the small flame, tending it. The figure has always been alone in this room. Alone in a dark, monochrome room, this person does not know of color or seasons or language or even time. Completely human, yet perpetually alien, this figure has no need or knowledge of name, or even the concept of “self;" there are never others from whom to differentiate.
There is only the dark, and the light, and the quiet.
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