The Dungeons of Savant

Chapter One: Faisal

The carriage jumped and bolted down the uneven road of west Savant. I was too nervous to pay attention to the bumpy ride; each hitch and kick was nothing compared to my beating heart. Although that didn't stop me from yelling at the Venandi who were pulling the carriage.

"I'm trying to get to The Tower not a grave!"

"Nervous?"

I turned my head to face Wyeth, my caretaker. I fixed him a cold glare. I'd never let him know when my nerves were getting the best of me.

"Well if you're not. What are you hoping for?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Excuse me?"

"Who are you hoping for?"

"I don't know. I've never thought much of it." I shrugged and turned to the window. Wyeth chuckled not believing my lie. In truth, I've thought about it since I was little.

In Domiti, your spouses were picked by Tulavas, who had the ability to see the future. On your 19th birthday you would be brought to The Tulava's Tower, and told who you would marry then you'd be wed on in-between yours and your spouse's 20th birthday. Today was my 19th birthday.

"I'd at least hope to know her. Unlike you and Edeline." I tried to say it as politely as possible. I really respected Wyeth and Edeline.

He chuckled again. "You may not know her, but I'm yet to meet a married man who didn't love his wife. And you truly have no one in mind?"

I sighed "No."

"What about that Nami girl? You and her seem close."

"Nami?" I couldn't help, but giggle. "She's a Planum. I'd be caught dead before I married a Planum."

Did he truly suggest a Planum? They can't do anything. All the other Libres have a unique trait, yet The Planums somehow managed to be bland. Libres were the way we kept everyone separated, determined who would do what job, ect, ect. Besides, Nami worked for me, she was just a servant.

"We'll what about the other Libres?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I had nothing to say. I turned back to the window and thought about the question. Venandi were useful, with their ability to turn into any animal they kill, but they were of a low Libre. They were only met for hunting and guiding people through Fithu, the woods surrounding Domiti's capital, Savant. Ardes were on the table. They had the ability to transfer any wound from one human to another, but I wasn't sure about having my wife guarding things all day like the other Ardes', it was too time consuming. I couldn't care less about marrying a Tulava, they were too low of a Libre. Mercis, the warriors of Domiti, have the ability to move objects with their will power. I would be honored to marry a Mercis.

I was a Mercis by blood, but I was declared a Laminar. I, like all Laminars, was declared to do great things for Domiti by the Tulavas. I always thought it was an honor to be a Lamiar, but it always felt unsteady. If a different Tulava saw what I was supposed to do, they could have named me the scum of this earth, a Fillion. Fillions are the opposite of Laminars. They are destined to do horrible things for Domiti. That's why they can't get married, or leave the dungeons under the castle.

Laminars and Fillions can come from parents of all different Lebres. The only Lebre that could not vary were the Saris. They were the rulers of the kingdom. If you have even a drop of Sari blood in you, you would be declared a Sari. Although I was close to The Miliki, the family of Saris that ruled Domiti, I could never see myself marrying a Sari.