A shadow’s head peered out of a palanquin whose form traced the darkness. There was but the shadow’s head, the palanquin and its bearers in that bundle of green nature. The shadow’s head retreats and the curtains close.
“My Lord?”
A voice, calm and placid like a stagnant canal crept over to the palanquin’s side together with another shadow which appeared from behind the shadow of a huge tree. The figure knelt on one knee, or so it seemed by judge of his shadow traced against the darkness, upon reaching the curtain sealed palanquin.
“Do as I bid jade herald, search for the smith who claims ownership of the title, Raven Crafter. Send him this pouch of chaste gold coins; it must be enough to send his crafty hands to the Land of Tria. Three sunrises after the _ get-together of the Absolute Imperial Convention, I shall meet him at the Inn of the Relics.”
“Three sunrises.”
“Yes, three sunrises. Jade Herald, be sure he reaches Ikhnaton before my bearers set foot upon the Guardian Arcs of Phyfe. I have work for him that shall grant him trice the value of his mask fields.”
“I shall ride forth my Lord.”
The Lord handed the pouch of gold he has held out of the curtains to the messenger, the servant gave a bow of his head before springing to his feet and vanishing further into darkness.
Twice the clap of hands firm and the palanquin moved out of the bundle of green.
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Light and Darkness (book i) : ALPHA
FantasyIn a night when darkness would yield to light, when mountains would bend to the benign howling wind, when the Light Enigma would overwhelm the Dark, Nirvana would peek through a hole unseen and unleash the awaited signum. She will descend with the l...
