Nova and the 100-year march

CHAPTER THREE, VOLUME 1, THE FIRST CYCLE: FAITHFUL PROPHECIES

Rider 1: We have found the murderer, sir.

The riders circle the trembling lad as the warden of gates inspects their surroundings.

The Warden: Take him to the Aerisar " sky tower", lock him there, and wait for orders.

Rider 2: Not the dungeons, sir?

Rider 3: Shouldn't we just let him through the woods, he won't survive the night.

The Warden: Feeding him to the Maghors will only enrage them more, the city suffered enough for one night, we'll see what will come of this shortly.

Rider 2: At once, sir. Everyone!To the gate!

The Warden: The night is growing quieter and quieter, no?

Rider 1: Yes indeed, sir,are we anywhere near dawn?

The Warden: No exactly, no.

Rider 1: that's strange.

The warden: how come?

Rider 1: I thought I was drunk at first glance, when I was on the watch tower, I saw that light coming from the east, I thought it was dawn already, the watchmen saw it too.

The Warden: Strange indeed. Best you get going lad, I'll join you in a bit.

Rider 1: Right away, sir!

The warden Peers at the sky, all baffled, as he gives his horse, Claude, a gentle pat, and all the riders have reached the gates with Nova tied on horseback.

The Warden: (chuckles) Strange.

Claud: (Snorts back)

The Warden: What a curious day for the stars to reveal themselves! Isn't that right, Claud?

Claud: (gets excited)

The Warden: settle down you big brute, stay calm, remember? Now carry on, to the gates.

Claude and his mount ride back to the city gates as the watchmen of sars "watchmen of towers" awaits.

The Warden: Sael vair nidra, Meliodon "Welcome us back, Meliodone".

The warden is within the city walls, and one of his riders approaches him as he dismounts his horse.

A Watchman of Towers: The warden's here, seal the gates.

a rider dismounts by the watchtower and approaches the warden.

The rider: Warden Dunken, a word, please?

Dunken: Hogmight, do you have something for me?

Hogmight: Indeed sir, We have received word from the keep, liege lord Caesar requests your presence.

Dunken: Thank you Hog, before you go, tell me, how's Chad holding up?

Hogmight: he is enraged, sir, Paulsen's passing was a tragedy for him, for all of us.

Dunken: Poor Paulsen, of all people, was an honorable man of great will and faith, may his memory find its place among the stars.

Hodmight: Aye, he was a good man, sir, he didn't deserve a painful death, but a murderer does, a murderer is worse than a Morgul, am I wrong, sir?

Dunken: No one is safe son, yet murder is a sin that can never be erased, nevertheless, we couldn't protect our old Paulsen, this is on our shoulders too, and for that, we pass judgment to the better man. Tell me, what has become of his corpse?