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Ice Sun - The Capital of no Future

from The Book of Elements by Kortofertos

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110 Ice Sun - The Capital of no Future
The way to the capital took several days. Peaceful and quiet.
Eitigar didn’t mind to visit the main city one of her parents first, considering that humans could be not so bad after
all, as did the elders tell. Good mood grew up more and more with every step she took, moving away from home.
Druid’s tales about his adventures, mission, a change of environment and dusty road took care about her distracting
from recent loss.
Fields of wheat and sunflowers, ripening pumpkins and fruit trees just pressed with their beauty and colorfulness,
taking all bad thoughts away. Even the sun beams breached through the languorous clouds, making bright spots
everywhere.
It was a carnival day, but it wasn’t known by the travelers. The streets were filled with motley crowd, where many
illusionists showed up. Happy people hanged around here and there, having fun and getting drunk to satiety,
celebrating with might and main.
They rented the worst hole ever in the world in the nearest tavern, good rooms had all already been taken two
days ago, from the first day of celebration. And it all would be lasting till the end of the week.
The carnival was to honor the first harvest, given by gods, but as they were forgotten, why do cancel the feast,
right? They’ve just changed its name, some other moments and, of course, stretched it to a week from two days.
Fruit-men (but just mutants, eh…), pumpkin-heads, and even beer-men wandered there. Slow clowns walked on
stilts and were dressed in blue and yellow, that embodied the symbol of the city - ice sun. Of course, there were
masters of disguise, who changed town squares into a show - right here and now a scene of confrontation between
the crows and the scarecrow, and oddly enough, rodents took its place. The illusionist made a perfect performance
demonstrating how he defended his crops, making them fly and flee.
Druid and Eitigar decided to eat first, before they take their lead to the king. Yes, they kept their way directly to him.
He must know what was going on with his land and what was yet to come in the nearest future.
The meals were served by a simply youngster in a crow mask, thus demonstrating that he didn’t oppose to taste a
copper for his service. The menu and the prices were enormous. The innkeepers couldn’t miss the chance to profit
themselves in such a blessed week.
The tavern was empty, as it was an early hour, but in the evening there would be no free space to fit in.
A street brawl began somewhere outside - yesterdays’ drunk slowly crept from their holes and wanted to have fun
and to be scolded. That one had already got his punch, but his groomsmen had not yet decided to stand up for his
companion, especially when the guards showed up.
Some fireworks exploded from the side thereby diverting attention from the crowd incident. People continued
celebrating.
Next street seemed to be endless, narrow with growing on each other houses, almost closing the sky. Everything
was set up here to demonstrate “the night on the field” scene. A giant rat, eaters and vymers roamed here. The last
ones are often used to fright naughty children, who don’t want to go to bed in time.
They reached the long, beautiful, white and elegant bridge leading to an island, where the second part of the town
rested. It had only three of them, and only small boats could pass the mighty supports, to get to the skeleton of a
town. The rest of the sailboats moored on the outer side of the bridge, where were the docks at the same time a
level lower.
There was a myriad of hungry seagulls which were not even afraid of people, deftly stealing fresh fish from baskets.
All kind of stuff was brought here for the goods fair. Flowers, fabrics, food, trinkets and even the north elf’s got up
here with their baubles.
Having passed the bridge, they tried to squeeze up closer to the king quarters, where, of course, the most exiting
parts of the show had its place. And the most of the crowd. It was really fascinating here - the whole five performances
were in action - four minor for the public and the big one for the nobility.
Acting replaced by music and dancing, in addition to the feast, which was served here far better than anywhere else. It is
obvious that not everyone was allowed to come here.
The king’s palace stood on the high and long hill, which had cut this part of the town into two parts right to the channel.
Many tunnels were made in it to let people pass it on their level and only two stairways on each side of the hill. But it had
a lot of interesting mansions by the hill.
Their first attempt to enter the upper hill they were politely (surprisingly) stopped and asked to get lost. But when the
druid wished to speak his way, one of the guards in his shining armor stepped forward, drawing his sword.
With a calm tone druid shortly told about the purpose of his visit and about what he saw, demonstrating that he’s not a
stranger, and that truly he was a servant of the nature, forcing the nearest tree to seize his sword and drop it right next
to him.
When the tree returned to its former stance, the druid took the sword and gave it back with the previously calm face.
Puzzled guards froze in mute position, not quite understanding what to do next. This incident wasn’t let unnoticed either -
a battle mage, hired by king, sensed an unknown magic on the loose and ran to deal with it. But for the first time having
seen the druid, they understood, that there was no danger and only asked to explain why he was here.
White was all over the place. Every building that had some manner of importance had been built in white stone. Its
architecture had always been in one style, not to mention the mainland part of the city.
The palace was the most beautiful structure in\ the city. It grew upwards, having buttress, supporting its sides. And flying
buttresses added openwork. The central upper part had a masterpiece stained-glass rose in a form of an ice sun.
A mage tower positioned to the right of the palace - the tallest structure in here. Its bottom reminded an outstretched
goblet, but its central part flew in the air, slowly turning around and was divided into three identical cylinders. A steep spire
completed the composition of the marvelous tower.
The king was already notified about sudden guests, who were only up to wait for.
The inside was as outstanding as the outside. High columns supported the ribbed vaults and bared the banners of the city.
A smooth path connected the throne and entrance by a straight line, as it was outside. Continuous steps were placed on
the each side of the pats, leading down to a bunch of rooms, and from the gallery up above several stairways lightly
adjoined to its base.
He was tall and with high cheekbones, at first it seemed, that he was arrogant, but his eyes showed his good nature. The
king came down from the second floor and as he sat on the throne, he looked closer to visitors. Saluting them, he gave
the word to the druid. And he told everything, not paying attention to the details, everything from the beginning at the
dwarven battle, ending with an army at the bottom of the dead lake, how the elven forest suffered and the defeat of the
troll tribe.
He made an accent on the monk assumptions about the gods revenge, those who dared to forsake them (completely
everyone thou). Everything said by the druid was listened carefully, except the last one note about the gods, as he said
a word about them - everyone laughed neglecting, not to him but to the gods. But some thoughts about a wandering
preacher passed by like a shade on the people’s faces close to the king. But druid answered to this misunderstanding that
he supported only the will of life and nature, and it was not on the gods’ side.
Than the king asked why he had come here with such news, and what was in it for him. In the heart the druid knew
that to ask a war party would be very bold, and for that he would be thrown away at best, he asked just to fortify the
borders of his land and help the elves if it was necessary.
The king said that he was prudent in his tales and he would take a while to make a decision. Now it was celebration time,
nothing would happen until it ended. It was already late to hesitate, some actions needed to be right now, but druid
didn’t say that, just bowed and left the palace.
Their adventure here made no fruit. No help for elves and trolls, at least in the nearest future. It was worth a try.
But the next druid’s thought didn’t please Eitigar, he wanted to inform the northern elves about the troubles that were
yet to come to their south neighbors. She had to accept that, understanding that they’re not enemies but the possible
allies.
They found elven merchants at the docks unloading goods from their fine ship. The long-eared liked bright tones, and
for example this trough had purple sails.
But they did really worry about the situation in the forests of Emolia much more than the king and said that they would
send a note to their leaders at once.
The carnival was at its full swing, they should rest a bit before they take their leave.

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from The Book of Elements, released October 15, 2015

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