Gods and Demons. Paradise and Hell. War and Love. Betrayal and forgiveness. The line between life and death is thin; perhaps, so is the line that lives between the light and the dark. Will the line between the Underworld, Mesoxynth, and Paradise als...
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Yurith
Province 6 Messenger
Keeper of the White Flame
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The city lights reflected off the black visor of her helmet. Downtown Province 8. It was slightly warmer than usual; the streets were still glistening from the afternoon rain. But the square was crowded with night owls. People dressed in flapper style dresses and sleek suites; the smell of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne hanging in the air. Laughter and chatter rose high among the tall shopping centers whose facades displayed countless ads, the sounds of honking cars mixing with them. She rode up to The Grandview. A shining cinema with flashing red lights and a large neon sign displaying the new films out for the summer. She parked her ruby red motorcycle up front and got lost in the crowd.
She had released her lantern, one of the thousands that were still hanging in the sky and floating on the river that separated the province into an Uptown and Downtown. She was going to meet with some friends she'd met on duty as a messenger before returning home to Province 6; so she headed toward the upscale hotel that hosted the bar and lounge. But she was stopped in her tracks.
