Islands of the Sky

Chapter 9- A Seirn of Modern Times

I could feel Micros' hand gripping the T shirt over my shoulder as we walked into town. I couldn't help but notice how much it began to shake the closer we got to the center of town. I looked to my left wishing that Griffin was there but I knew he wouldn't be. We had agreed that he needed to stay out side the city or he would probably be chained up for trying to protect me.

"So how does some one, who magic is a very part of their being, end up in a rebellion against magic or a person who uses it?" I turned my head over my right shoulder just able to catch a look of his eyes and the storm clouds that were forming with in them. He snickered at me to show it wasn't a topic he was going to talk about. "Understood, how about a different question then. Do the people on the island understand what my task is?" I raised an eye brow looking forward raising my voice enough that it would draw the attention of the people in their house's.

"Protect the people." He flat lined in the conversation after saying that clearly uninterested in anything I could have to say to him. "Keep your voice down as well, we will let Wilnah call the people or leave them in their homes."

"Tell me this, does she already control the island or just the city we are in?" My body began to tense up as the idea of an entire island being under the control of a mad woman bent on getting rid of me. Still unresponsive, we began to turn the final corner to a building that had to be the base of this rebellion. Micros kept shuffling me along refusing to let me survey the building as what was on it and what it looked like would tell me how powerful, and how well funded this organization was. From the quick glance I got it towered at least fifty feet into the air and instead of the traditional coeloms, you would see on a government building, living trees seemed to be the supporting pillars for its roof. The roof was like a canopy of leaves made from the gems of the earth. Each gem shone differently in the sunlight because of the way they form their edges and catch the light. The most breathe taking part of the glimpse I caught were the animals that stood under the forest of blazing emeralds, they stood wide awake and ready for what they were dealing with but at the same time didn't seem as if they would be the ones to issue the fight.

"Do you mind if I study those carvings of the animals?" I dug my feet into the ground and stood in place motioning with my head to the great carvings above us, as we stood under them. "It will only take a moment, I have rarely seen such glorious works of art for I don't have time to observe the islands." Micros seemed to think something but held his tongue and lead me back a few paces. This was surprisingly kind as I was technically his prisoner. I looked back up at the forest of glistening stones and saw this time that the gems weren't all green, some were a bright fire ruby, a golden yellow sapphire, and even the rare pearls in the trees to act as the parts of the leaves that shine as the sun reflects off of them. "What season are these trees supposed to be in?" I pondered out loud, more speaking to myself then to any one else.

This is what the beginning of fall looks like in the forest, as it tip toes around the corner it splashes ahead of its self landing on a few leaves give the hope of beauty and the promise of change. Lunar's rough bestial voice spoke in my mind as I studied the masterpiece. I jumped slightly still not used to having him speak in my mind. Micros didn't seem to notice and spoke very softly.

"Fall, the leaves are heading into the fall, but you can see that more clearly in the animals and the stances they are in. Almost defensive to a war they all know is coming but can not evade. None of them like the winter very much but understand it's a necessity in the circle of life." He began to go on to describe the habits of each animal when they felt the beginning of the changes. I stopped looking at the building and began to study him as I listened to his words and how he knew every animal in a almost personal way, as if he had lived in each of their furs.