Wild Bright Awakening Progress
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Synopsis
The Territory line marked the ancient treaty between their world, and the enemy’s. None had crossed or even obscured the line in eons. The penalty would be something akin to total annihilation.
A Reckoning.
But now, as an ominous fog settles on that forbidden horizon, women have begun disappearing.
Did they trigger a war, or have they been challenged to one?
Whichever it is, the Erlich sisters and their King will have to respond. While they may feel unprepared, this time has been Foretold.
And their creator and Master is with them, illuminating their way to the Wild Bright Awakening.
A Reckoning.
But now, as an ominous fog settles on that forbidden horizon, women have begun disappearing.
Did they trigger a war, or have they been challenged to one?
Whichever it is, the Erlich sisters and their King will have to respond. While they may feel unprepared, this time has been Foretold.
And their creator and Master is with them, illuminating their way to the Wild Bright Awakening.
First 400...
Rona wrapped her shawl tightly round her arms to stay the chill in the air and the gooseflesh prickling her skin. Unusual weather for a mid-summer’s eve. It was true, the castle was old, a relic from a different era and prone to drafts, but the air should’ve been hot and humid, smelling of damp soil and wild pollen—or else mercifully cool with a fragrant breeze. But lately the weather had turned unseasonably cold; wet, and cold as ice.
From her chamber window she watched an eerie fog curl itself around the line of the horizon, reflecting moonlight, but also glowing like it was lit from within. Her eyes had been drawn to it as of late, for it behaved most strangely. It rose and fell like breaking waves, but always in one place, never dissipating or advancing forward.
Her husband, Konrad, lay sleeping in their bed behind her. His breathing was deep and even; a man with no regrets and few worries. Despite being King of the North, his shoulders were still light. Her mother would have said he was still young, not yet eight and thirty; time had yet to reveal what kind of King he’d be. But in Rona’s heart she knew she needn’t wait for Time to tell her something she already knew. He was a kind King, a just King, unwavering and true as much to his Queen as he was his subjects.
Still, it was strange that he should sleep so soundly when her night had held such terrors.
Rona turned back to the fog and tried to remember the last time she’d had such fitful nights, devoid of sleep and full of troubling dreams. Well, not dreams. She’d never known what to call them honestly, for they weren’t quite nightmares, nor were they products of an ordinary slumber. Regardless she hadn’t had one in years. But that fog…the very night the fog came, the dreams had returned.
Her inclination was to wake Konrad and warn him.
But warn him of what? A dream? A fog? The concealed horizon? True, the dream was troubling, the fog new, and the horizon never hidden. Ever. Not in the history of Kingdom Realm. It was part of their ancient agreement with the Territory. Nothing was allowed to obstruct it from view.
And yet her eyes did not lie.
From her chamber window she watched an eerie fog curl itself around the line of the horizon, reflecting moonlight, but also glowing like it was lit from within. Her eyes had been drawn to it as of late, for it behaved most strangely. It rose and fell like breaking waves, but always in one place, never dissipating or advancing forward.
Her husband, Konrad, lay sleeping in their bed behind her. His breathing was deep and even; a man with no regrets and few worries. Despite being King of the North, his shoulders were still light. Her mother would have said he was still young, not yet eight and thirty; time had yet to reveal what kind of King he’d be. But in Rona’s heart she knew she needn’t wait for Time to tell her something she already knew. He was a kind King, a just King, unwavering and true as much to his Queen as he was his subjects.
Still, it was strange that he should sleep so soundly when her night had held such terrors.
Rona turned back to the fog and tried to remember the last time she’d had such fitful nights, devoid of sleep and full of troubling dreams. Well, not dreams. She’d never known what to call them honestly, for they weren’t quite nightmares, nor were they products of an ordinary slumber. Regardless she hadn’t had one in years. But that fog…the very night the fog came, the dreams had returned.
Her inclination was to wake Konrad and warn him.
But warn him of what? A dream? A fog? The concealed horizon? True, the dream was troubling, the fog new, and the horizon never hidden. Ever. Not in the history of Kingdom Realm. It was part of their ancient agreement with the Territory. Nothing was allowed to obstruct it from view.
And yet her eyes did not lie.