Twin Fire Signs

UPCOMING<3 VanirianNights#2

Freedom had a cost. Was this silence, this impenetrable, wretched silence her price to pay?
Bound to a golden throne, bound to her sunstones.
The bound queen of nothing.

Alimaye sits on her fractured throne, endlessly staring at one of three devices before her. She'd once dreamed of a day she'd no longer be called on, and imagined it to be peaceful. There had been no peace in this. No face appears before her in the small mirror that rests on her left thigh, no glowing indicator from the sacred orb in her palm, no ringing from the human artifact-- it's just her and the sound of her breathing amidst an overwhelming, suffocating stillness.