Autumn 80, 511 AV
The sun was just about to set as he arrived in the City of Stars, one of the few places in the world where he had been truly happy. He didn’t know why he had decided to come back, after all those years, but it wasn’t important anyway. All that mattered was that he was here. For a moment he was tempted to go back to that little house, to see if that boy of mixed blood still lived there, but it was better to let it be, to cherish the memories of an easier, carefree life. It was better to walk on, to enjoy his time in the city, for however long it lasted.
The fading light painted the sky in shades of red, golden and pink as he made his way to the Zintila, to Lhavit’s highest peak. And then it was already over, and darkness took a hold of the city. Star after star appeared, until the sky was filled with a million silver lights that guided the Symenestra as he walked.
During his first visit people had stared at him, they had whispered behind his back and exchanged horror stories about the harvest and pale skinned rapists, but nobody did such things now. Whenever his gaze met a human‘s, they smiled at him and moved on, as if he were one of them, just another man that had come to the City of Stars in pursuit of knowledge.
It was quiet, and it was peaceful. All the things that had troubled him before were far away now. There was no ominous prophecy, no murderer, no heavy burden that he had to bear. He had never been more content.
A small park could be found at the very top of the peak. It reminded him of the place where he had experienced his first, brief romance, although it wasn’t exactly the same. An apple tree stood in the very center of the park. It was filled with delicious, red fruit. A smal meadow could be found under the tree. Roses bloomed here, daisies, orchids, a strange mixture of flowers that exuded a sweet smell. The Symenestra took a deep breath, and then he sat down and rested his head against the drunk of the tree.
As he looked at the sky once more he noticed that the stars were much brighter, much closer than before. The stars were falling, shooting star after shooting star until the night was as bright as the day and the city was filled with a most unusual light.
The sun was just about to set as he arrived in the City of Stars, one of the few places in the world where he had been truly happy. He didn’t know why he had decided to come back, after all those years, but it wasn’t important anyway. All that mattered was that he was here. For a moment he was tempted to go back to that little house, to see if that boy of mixed blood still lived there, but it was better to let it be, to cherish the memories of an easier, carefree life. It was better to walk on, to enjoy his time in the city, for however long it lasted.
The fading light painted the sky in shades of red, golden and pink as he made his way to the Zintila, to Lhavit’s highest peak. And then it was already over, and darkness took a hold of the city. Star after star appeared, until the sky was filled with a million silver lights that guided the Symenestra as he walked.
During his first visit people had stared at him, they had whispered behind his back and exchanged horror stories about the harvest and pale skinned rapists, but nobody did such things now. Whenever his gaze met a human‘s, they smiled at him and moved on, as if he were one of them, just another man that had come to the City of Stars in pursuit of knowledge.
It was quiet, and it was peaceful. All the things that had troubled him before were far away now. There was no ominous prophecy, no murderer, no heavy burden that he had to bear. He had never been more content.
A small park could be found at the very top of the peak. It reminded him of the place where he had experienced his first, brief romance, although it wasn’t exactly the same. An apple tree stood in the very center of the park. It was filled with delicious, red fruit. A smal meadow could be found under the tree. Roses bloomed here, daisies, orchids, a strange mixture of flowers that exuded a sweet smell. The Symenestra took a deep breath, and then he sat down and rested his head against the drunk of the tree.
As he looked at the sky once more he noticed that the stars were much brighter, much closer than before. The stars were falling, shooting star after shooting star until the night was as bright as the day and the city was filled with a most unusual light.
