Kingdom of Paths and nocturnes

The first sun rose of the horizon and was then followed by the smaller sun, the landscape came live with shades of gold and brown, Narash was still standing at the deck. Being free to think without having to filter each thought felt like new addiction, the pipe was long dead but it did not matter. A man joined him at the rail and leaned down to rest his elbows to look down at the moving caravan. “I would have thought that the royal magi would be running behind his king.” “He is no king of mine brother Horatio, how come you are here also. I would have thought you would be on the first convoy to Cirkhett?” Horatio smiled at Narash, “I was held back by some… work, that is what I can call it. Honestly speaking the mess that was left behind proved to be much more than the vizier envisioned. I was tasked to bring him the girls he wanted which I refused and then found myself being hunted by his guards, I know we were never in speaking terms but again I was brought up to follow royal edict...

Narash stood at the large balcony looking down at the kingdom. The night was just as warm as the day, the wind carried only warmth with it. The lake had dried up many months ago and the people were also noticing the water in the wells slowly receding. The kingdom was slowly dying of thirst and hunger, the royal well that sustained the castle was almost dry. The soldiers sent down to dig even deeper said that the ground was more like a rock than anything so digging was becoming harder and the water level keeps dropping. He stood there holding a cup of wine, the last one as much of what was left was gone. He turned to the soldier who stood behind him, the soldier was eyeing the cup as it looked like was just as thirsty as the populace below. Narash held up the cup and offered it to the soldier, “here drink it, I have not the stomach nor thirst for this.” The soldier hesitated for a moment before extending his hand and taking the cup, with one swift move the contents disappeared. At fir...

The old man stood at the top of the hill shouting at the gathering storm, this was no ordinary storm as there was no warning before its arrival. The night sky was clear and the air warm, nothing indicated to the people of the village that a storm like this was coming. The messiah they all held with respect was reduced to a raving mad man when the storm appeared, he was talking in the ancient tongue screaming at the skies. The chief of the village braved his way to the old man and tried to placate him, “Bragash, please tell me what is happening. The people in the village are scared and so am I, please tell us what we need to do.” The wind howled around them, the trees were dancing to their own songs violently. Nothing made sense, it was to be the summer solstice in a few days and preparations were being made for the coming harvest. The lights of the village could be seen from the top of the hill but they are not festive as men stood at the foot of the hill fearing the worst. “The cy...

Peace is something wish they had; I know of a few guys who would give everything they have for just 1 day of real peace of mind. I have abundant of peace in my life, I work as at a watch tower as a warden. The place this watch tower is located on is an island that is a little further away from Hawai’i. A private communal island and had very little wildlife as this is more a farming land kind of place, so apart from watching the calm waves there is little I need to worry about. All this peace was disrupted one day when a storm hit the island, it was quite a large storm and my tower took the brunt of it. It took a lot of damage like shattering the windows but the structure remained strong; I was safe in a house built near it in case of such storms. After the storm I scanned the area and the beach, the community that lived within the island also was trying pick up the pieces that were left after this storm. I helped where I could and tried my hand in carpentry to rebuild shelters, so pe...

The winds were not favourable to us as we sat in the middle of the sea, the sun was beating down on us and the captain could not understand. We had set sail with good winds and all the charts and predictions made were what we believed all this time. The offerings were made once we were in the open sea but it seems the gods of the ocean did not like them. I sat looking at the horizon waiting for some sign of clouds or maybe even land. The calm sea was something we were used as times when we were close to the black coast the winds would suddenly die. A day or so they would be back but this time its been longer than that and the captain has had to put a man down to quell the call to mutiny in the name of a forsaken curse. I did not bother with all that as I saw all this superstition as folly and the priest hiding in his cabin made me all the more wary of hungry sailors. The fish were not biting our lines so all we had was salted meat and dried goods that would not last very long. It w...