Scion
of the Moon
Chapter
1
Farewell
to Foss
Tun
woke up to the sound of scurrying feet and crackling flames. The
temple around him was alive with activity, normal for a place of
worship in the morning.
He
sat up in his cot, the stone floor begging him to embrace it again.
He resisted the temptation to go back to sleep and went about
regaining his bearings. He looked around at the cathedral roof held
up by stalagmite-like columns of Wren's temple. The sun symbols and
roaring fireplaces lining the walls were somewhat less impressive
after twelve hours of negligence, but the monks would tend to both in
turn within the hour and this place of worship would once again
inspire awe.
The
other patrons of Wren's hospitality were waking up from their
respective dreams, stirring noisily as they went about packing their
belongings and preparing to leave. Many of his fellow tenants made
noises of complaint as they started their morning routine, none too
eager to charge into the blistering cold outside. They all knew that
they couldn't loiter within the temple walls for the entirety of the
day, as enjoyable as that sounded.
Tun
turned away from the mob of travelers to the woman laying beside him.
The figure hidden beneath the ragged blanket was wrapped as tightly
as a strip of twine, and it broke his heart to end such a peaceful
sleep. She was sleeping a bit further from him than he would have
preferred, but still lose enough to touch. He placed a hand where he
thought her shoulder was and pushed gently, stirring his fiancé
awake.
"Mel,
darling. It's time to go." He whispered to her prone form.
She
rolled over to face him, a groan escaping her cotton cocoon. A single
honey colored eye peered through a haystack of brown hair, droopy and
unfocused in morning stupor. "But Tun, the rock hard floor is
soooo comfortable. Can't we just lay here a moment longer?" She
bemoaned, rolling over to bury her face into the stone slab that
served as her mattress. He tried not to laugh at her antics.
"I'm
sorry, but we can't." He said gently, a thought occurring to
him. "I'll start packing up, and if you're not halfway ready by
the time I walk out that door I'm leaving you behind." Tun lied
as he crawled out of his cot, unfortunately he had to stand up to
roll it up and every bone in his body cracked in protest. He reached
for his bag which remained exactly where he had left it. The past few
months of travel he and Mel spent together had been uneventful as far
as petty crime was concerned, or crimes against their person in
general. Despite the warnings their elders had given them before
leaving on their journey they had yet to become the victims of
robbery or violence.
Tun
stuffed the rolled up pile of linen into his bag, shoving it far to
the bottom past the shovel and tarp, his other belongings safely
stowed in pockets and compartments specifically devoted to them. He
patted his clothes off, trying his best to remove the accumulated
wrinkles and dust, and stood up to stretch. Mel had already gone
about folding her bed-roll, much more neatly than he had his own, and
was rubbing the wrinkles out of her own tunic and leggings by the
time he had forced a boot over his foot.
The
other patrons of Wren were already shuffling towards the gargantuan
doors that served as the temples entrance. Many of the men and women
were on pilgrimages like their own, others just passing through the
town of Foss to one place or another, and others still were simply
destitute and in need of a roof to sleep under. Several orange robed
men stood on either side of the doors, handing out dried foods from
baskets to whomever asked for it.
Tun
and Mel donned their heavy jackets and made for the door, bypassing
the twin food stands. A major tenet of the Triviate is that one must
not take that which they don't need. Tun and Mel had properly
prepared for the journey before leaving the warmth of home in the
eastern valleys. Their food and money stores were in no danger of
running out.
They
were first to leave and so Tun was first to push open the
wrought-iron doors. He expected to suffer the blistering winds of
winter, but it didn't come, instead he was bathed by a steady stream
of sunlight, blotted by the sparse clouds above. Spring had not yet
arrived but she was announcing her approach to the world, Tun however
knew winter would not go down without a fight. He and Mel continued
on past the massive columns and down the stone steps of the solar
temple that had housed them for the three-day long blizzard. The
freak weather had proved such an obstacle to their journey that they
had to postpone their departure, but were still ahead of schedule so
it mattered little. They bade farewell to the handsome ziggurat and
continued on into the city itself.
The
high towers that housed the citizens of Foss were as imposing as
ever, breaking the sunlight more thoroughly than the clouds above,
though not as absolutely as the stone archways strung between them
like a spiders web. In more agreeable seasons the bits of plant
matter hanging off of the terraces, overpasses and patios above them
would be emerald-green and sporting bulbous red fruits, but in the
last days of winter they were little more than detritus collections,
brown and yellow with decay.
They
passed under the tall minarets whose domed patios sheltered entire
families from the elements. Tun still marveled at the sheer size of
the brown and orange structures. They held the color and texture of
sandstone and were all fused together as a single mass. It was as if
a giant had dug up entire blocks of the building material out of
seaside cliffs and brought them here near some of the highest peaks
of the Scij mountains, planting them in the ground with skilled
precision.
The
city was lifeless this early in the morning,with only a few well
dressed civilians trudging along the overpasses above them, fewer
still walked on the streets beside the young couple. He promised
himself that they would visit this fair place again, when the warmth
of summer gave life to the hanging gardens and people thus sustained.
Mel
tugged on his arm, waking him up from his musings. "Let's go.
We've already spent more time here than we had planned." She
said, pouting in a way that belied her age. She wouldn't be sixteen
for another month though, so she was entitled to act childish for
just a little longer. They continued on through the many crossroads
that stitched the sleeping city together and went east to the main
road connecting Foss to the many towns and cities that called the
Scij mountains home.
They
arrived at the city entrance just as the sun finished rising. They
passed through a checkpoint of sorts, the only one they had come
across in two months of traveling, and continued on, bidding farewell
to the armor-clad Cilic soldiers that patrolled the mouth of the main
road. More of the copper plated men and women stood along the twin
precipices on either side of the path.
Tun
led Mel by the hand and together they stepped through the archway
that welcomed all visitors to Foss, and returned to their journey.
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