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Beneath a Burning Sky, chapter 1Zavier glanced out the train carriage’s window, watching intently over the rims of dark-tinted glasses as snow-capped mountains passed slowly by in the distance. Not that you’d have known he was above the snowline from the temperature within the carriage, it was toasty warm and the wide seats were soft and immensely comfortable.Beneath a Burning Sky, chapter 1 by Bladed-Truth
The clickety-clack of the wheels hitting the Kolbardi wood rails that the train ran on was almost inaudible thanks to the carriage’s soundproofing, the builders really had spared no expense in the train’s construction. But then if you were going to invest in the obscene amount of steel it took to build a train to start with, comfortable interiors were almost an afterthought.
Other than the track curving slowly around the mountainside ahead there wasn’t a single sign of human presence. It was a beautiful sight and almost enough to take his mind off of his brother Kelsin, who was currently sitting two seats ahead telling what was qui
River of dreamsAnd I lay down next to a riverRiver of dreams by Bladed-Truth
that I could never hope to cross twice
And I am no-one
And I am nowhere
And it is beautiful
All things striveA man made of briar and thorn, leaf and flower with eyes of oak, holds the turning world in the palm of his hand. A vivid emerald jewel turning gently in the palm of the wizened giant. An expression of great enduring sorrow creasing his ancient visage.All things strive by Bladed-Truth
Leaves and petals the size of continents fall from the giants sides, drifting gently down through space.
The giants head turns slowly to face me, oaken eyes look into mine. Everything blurs, colours fading into themselves, everything goes dark.
My eyes open, shattered towers claw at the sky around me. The careful order we built together lying ruined. To the west the sun sets, throwing shadows across deserted streets. A cool wind whistles through the shattered city, carrying with it the cold smell of decay through torn and broken skyscrapers, around the rusting wrecks of cars, blowing gently against my face and through my hair, bringing with it the smells of the dead city, and something else... New life.
I look down, between the cracks in