KYMALIN IARO cannot give up. With her brother running out of time and their mother powerless, Kymalin embarks on a journey to find a cure. So when a powerful organization becomes her only hope, she has to prove she belongs to it, even if it means ge...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
2406 Xavem 15, Jyda
The Ventora estate loomed above her like an impending doom she couldn't shake. Kymalin glanced at the spirit shimmering in the early morning light beside her. "Is this for real?" she demanded.
Derke was unperturbed. In fact, he didn't look like anything. Just a blank wall of emotions. "This is for real, my lady," he said. "Have I fulfilled my duty?"
Kymalin hissed and flicked her hand at the spirit. "Yeah, fine. Go," she blew a breath and drove her hair off her face. "Whatever."
She didn't see the spirit vanish in a puff of green smoke when she turned her attention to the giant property in front of her. She felt out of place in front of the rails of a huge gate painted black. When she asked around in the nearby shops and taverns, the people there told her she was in a place called Carcalet.
She felt like cursing then. She should have known the spirit was bringing her to Lanteglos, the Junction City and the seat of the imperial Power. A smirk tore through Kymalin's lips at the present. Some gall this Felson Ventora had for stationing his recruitment estate in the middle of one of the most lawful cities. She had to give it to him.
The wind shuffled against the cobbled roads behind her. Like the day she first stepped foot in the borders of the city, there was nothing but the lingering quiet. There was no chatter or bustle in the streets. Even the occasional passing carriage made little to no sound. Just the soft patter of hooves and the light flicking of the reins. That's it.
Strange. It's like a noisier version of Asopus.
Well, she would like a little bit more of Asopus in this place. She could do well without the heat knocking at the back of her neck and soaking her limbs with sweat. She had to get out of here and fast.
How would she get Ventora's attention like the spirit had advised?
Kymalin studied the vast expanse in front of the stately, three-story buiilding in the middle of the land. Green carpeted the whole compound, only being broken by a cobbled path made from what looked to be marble. Flowers of different hues and sizes decorated the shrubs lining the sides of the path leading to a large door in the middle of the building's facade. Somewhere to Kymalin's left, a fountain gurgled water with small, tinkling sounds. She sniffed. As expected, the faint smell of exotic flowers and something else she couldn't place filled her nose.
What an asscheek this man was.
In fact, Kymalin couldn't wrap her head around the splendor she had seen walking around in the city. The spirit had remarked that this was where the influential people in the Imperial palace's Seelie Court lived. She didn't expect to have walked into a ridiculous show of gardens and menageries, each one trying to outdo the other.
True enough, it's almost as if the designs, landscape, and even the colors of the houses turned more and more extravagant as Kymalin went down the line of estates. Why would one devote their lives trying to compete with people in a race which wouldn't even matter when they pass on to the Land of Wonders? Pidmena wasn't looking at riches and how fashionably one dressed when they were alive. It's the deeds and the kindness of the heart that would get a soul an eternal paradise on the other side. Not...this.
