In honour of the path’s we all must tread.
Terror gripped Jane’s soul like a vice.
The darkness cascaded against her like an overpowering tsunami. It washed over her in waves of despair.
Jane’s hand moved around her person, searchingly shuddering, questing for that which might give her respite and hope. Her hand fell around the well-used hilt of the scimitar and images of a thousand hours of swords practise with her father shot through her mind like bright white bolts of light. The memories shored her up and cast away the darkness in her.
Jane began to stand, as she did so her eyes acclimated to the environ she was now inhabiting. The whole place seemed to grow brighter yet was still grayscale.
She was in a small room of a design that seemed quite alien to her. Some sort of warm metal surrounded her – it was similar to the oily material coating the ship, it was in the form of what appeared to be bunk beds, chests and various dinnerware such as plates and cups. Jane had never encountered such a versatile creation, although she was extremely curious she decided to proceed and headed towards the next point of ingress into the bowels of the ship.
The door, this time made of metal, slid into the wall with a heave of her shoulders. A scent of cooked food assailed her from the next room – so extreme was it that Jane was almost bowled over again. In the next chamber she could see a large table decked out with the dinnerware she had already encountered, again it was all set out in a dull grey.
As Jane puzzled over this peculiar place, she heard footsteps past the next room, she hid beside the door just in time to catch a glimpse of a pail human thrall cleaning away the evenings meal from what she now assumed to be the ships mess hall. The thrall moved with a seaborne gait which during anchorage was somewhat comical yet at sea made things far simpler. As she looked at the man’s features she could in no way place his age. A tired man in his twenties? Or a spritely man in his fifties?
After a few minutes of gathering items he ambulated away through a door on the left side of the room. Once he was away Jane made her way through the room… as she did so, she noticed the first bit of decoration on the ship – a contrast that only now seemed stark. There had been absolutely no personalisation in the bunk area, sailors usually went to great, almost obsessive lengths to decorate their berths with various mementoes of shore life and of the families they left behind.
Jane couldn’t move. She simply looked upwards and stared at the shockingly lifelike mural above her.
Stars. In a midnight sky. Lightning on the horizon. A flock of birds in solemn movement, driving away from a mountain.
A black mountain, with a city at it’s base.
The city was surrounded by a soft halo of light, as was the lighthouse on the side of the mountain.
In the strange glyph-like language of the Shadow’s was written a title or name. Below it there was a motto she could not read.
A voice broke Jane from her reverie
“We call it Bastion” said that strange disjointed voice she had heard earlier. Jane could not, would not turn as the voice sent waves of futile, desperate terror through her.
“A Beacon in the Long Night it reads, a strange epithet for such a quiet city, no?”
The human thrall she had seen with her father earlier continued to address her in the same nonchalant, soft-voiced way. Such as a fox would speak to a hen thought Jane.
A rage rose in Jane, the rage of the fight that washed over in times of tribulation and need.
She spun around to address the thrall, her eyes blazing and her teeth grinding against one another
“Thrall, I wish to see my father” she spoke calmed through gritted teeth.
“But of course” he replied, a smirk crossing his face under the hood. His arms were folded into the robe he wore almost ascetically.
He led her through the left hand door and into another blank corridor, at the end there were metal stairs going up and down, he led her upwards and she could smell and hear the sounds of the ocean nearby.
The vessel lurched Jane’s heart almost leapt out of her chest, but she did not care – she was to be reunited with her father. Even if they were to be dropped off at a distant port, they could still return home together safely.
She had to see him – it was all she could focus on.
They reached the top of the ship and she looked out over the uninhabited deck. The ship was now moving swiftly away from Sosaya with surprising speed – an alacrity hidden by the excellent design of the vessel she was on.
The thrall led her towards the rear of the ship and raised a hand into the night:
“He is there – see? He waves to you child” the thrall spoke calmly and evenly.
A few hundred meters separated them. A gulf that may as well have been thousands of miles.
Dylan Vulpes stared at his daughter and raised a hand, a hard yet sorrowful expression on his face.
Jane’s father was standing on Pier 3 watching his daughter leave on the Shadow vessel.
Almost instinctually Jane began climbing over the railing in an attempt to fling herself into the freezing cold water. Logically she knew she would not survive such a swim, but she simply MUST do it.
The thrall moved like lightning and was next to her, he tapped a point on the back of one of her knees as she attempted to left that leg over the rail – Jane was suddenly unable to move and fell back onto the ship, her eyes staring up into the thrall’s.
“So much work to do Jane Vulpes. So much fire, so much passion unchained and untamed. Worry not child, my master will enable you to channel this”
The Thrall’s eyes met Jane’s as she lay there on the floor. They were devoid of vitality and emotion: a cold, lambent blue.
Lightning coursed through the night and Jane saw the Thrall’s face for the first time.
His skin was translucently pale. His face was sunken and his skin seemed to be sloughing off its frame.
The thrall grinned his near-corpse grin at Jane.
“There is work to be done dear child…”
The thrall walked away, leaving Jane paralysed on the deck in the storm reaching a violent crescendo.
She shed a tear and closed eyes as her father became a speck in the distance