Saga:-Journey to the sunrise
Arc 2:- INDESCRIBABLE STEPS
Sub-arc:-GLISTER ARCHIPELEAGO
Chapter->28
-->Life:- Servent and lifeless
"Book of Soma, March, 4th."
"Living vessel. This ritual requires basic-art and faith, the degree can be ranged from non-harm to Catastrophic. "Living vessel" refers to an altar or statue created to awaken someone from another realm, a dead being whose soul persisted after death or a higher being for unknown purposes. "Living vessel" is the weakest art of "Vessel creation" hence if not performed under supervision can attract basic spirits or even remenents of dead soul which would break the altar or uncomprehesible beings. The decree of ritual can be manipualed through the sacrifice of a food item or a living being."
~Soma
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"O people of my kingdom." The king's voice echoed through the crowd as the mumbling and chattering stopped. The sun rays casted a glow on him as he spoke.
"O the workers of this land. The ones who gave thier life to this lifeless place. O labours who melted their blood to give the strenght to this land. O servents who lives in such agony, believing themselves as inferior to their master, being humble with a smile all the time. O farmers who shatter the barren lands, shadow of the creator to fill the hunger of us. O soldiers who protect us while living in such poor conditions. O people whose home is this very land, no shelter, no food. I. The king of Glister, Nimbus Glister, seek your blessings. To move a step forward, give recognition to our workers, to surpass the bounds between hardships and basic living needs."
The crowd—some were listening while some were bored as if they've heard the same thing again and again. The innocents had hope, the familiars were already giving up. A pedestrian in the crowd looked up, no beard no mustache. White hair, blue eyes. Brown coat and dusted shoes. A top hat with tattered corners.
"I know this is a big dream to be done in one day. If it was possible it would've already been done. However, this time. As the arrival of the crowned prince's 26th birthday. This will mark history. I shall renounce, the 'New workers law' will be passed!"
The 'New workers law' was a law written by a populor author in his book 'LashVè—land of legends'. During a revolt in a certain colony where he had been present coincidently, a child threw a stone at him in fear and it hit his head. Sadly, he couldn't be saved.
According to this law, every class of worker will be assigned a official class such as farmer, labour, etc. And will elect one person to represent them in front of the king to discuss their issues.
The crowd had a cheerful noises, the children held in hands of adults wore a bright smile full of teeth and laugnter.
"All hail Crowned prince, Nemises."
The praise echoed throughout the place. A pedestrian with brown vest-coat, walked with his white hair and blue eyes. He parted his route from the crowd towards the Ginger city through a diminishing crowd.
"Today a job must be found, folas!.." he muttered to himself and sighed. Lanmyth had only tagged along the princess to enter the kingdom and after using the illusion from the book and quill.
He could not stay in tne caslte for prolonged time as there were high chances of an Overseer to lock onto his unknown presence. Currently his mission was to find a place to stay and get insider informations througn fairy-fragment's hidden searches.
He saw the streets with street food stalls, crowd walking here and there, street dogs, cows, cats. Flies on the sewer openings which were closed of by bars. Large posters on poles and boards. He walked near a board and saw a poster.
"In need of a home-care taker. Two story house with basic functionalities. Only one residency. Payment will be negotiated at home. A contract would be signed.
Address:-Ginger town, Gin street—4, Crisela residence."
This looks good. He muttered as he plucked out the poster and walked from the Ginger town, Ing street—5 to Ginger town, Gin street—4, Crisela residence.
After reaching the place he stopped in front of the house. It was something a medium to high middle class could afford. A green shining letter box. Designer Green wood door and beige concrete walls. He walked near the door and knocked.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He heard noise of steps but they were pretty faint—he determined that the person was rather far or on the upper floor since this house was Two stories big.
As he looked behind and saw the poor, homeless people walk by. Some had dirt on their tattered clothes, shoes, face. Men, women, elder and children.
A women with a white robe dirtied by the dirt and mud was walking fastly carrying her child in one hand with tears in her eyes.
I pray whatever she is being put in pain through peacefully ends.
A man with a fingerless palm was walking with a pickaxe in his other hand. Long dark beard, half face covered with sand, he was coughing.
May the heavens bless him.
A girl with a pot, most likely water in it was walking by. Gloomy big eyes, dark lashes, long hairs. She reminds me of Zarita some what. As he wanted to walk up to her and ask her condition the door opened and a women spoke in a soft voice.
"Who you must be?" Lanmyth hurridely faced towards her and bowed down as his cap fell and he picked it up, showing her the paper he plucked out from the board as he came inside.
"Your clothes are dirty but most likely you'll be cleaning the sofa after you get this job." She teased. Walking around casually in a night gown, graceful figure, pure feminity with smooth curves. The crimson gown was complimentary to her soft white hair.
"I'm here for that only." She walked around with two porcelain cups. She handed him one and sat on the sofa crossing her legs and leaning back.
"So, tell me about yourself." She asked, drinking the tomato soup she brought for herself while Lanmyth was drinking golden-brown chicken broth soup she had prepared for herself earlier.
"I am Gunsav! Gunsav Riolle. 21 y/o." He clenched his fingers and forced a forceful smile to look like he was forcing a smile but in all circles he really smiled.
"I...i-yuh came here from far. Running with my life, to save something dear to me, my pride. My family, how could they!? Darn! They were trying to force a marriage on me so I fled."
Lanmyth laughed lightly as the graceful lady spoke.
"You are a saracastic person. Your lies are easy to catch! However, it only benifits me since I have my own secrets like you do. Just act as a cleaner during daylight and do as you wish at night. Do not bring this home harm . I'll be closed in a single room at night."
She cleaned under her lips with her thumb where soup's remenants were as she drank another sip. She knows? Does she have some telepathic power? But can we enter a mutual agreement?
"So, contract?" Lanmyth lightly spoke as it made the lady in the crimson gown laugh. She lay her cup on the round table and stood up, walking gracefully into a room and coming back with a fountain pen and two papers stapled from corners, slightly yellow-ish and vintage.
The interior of her hall was giving a mix of baroque and minimalism with touches of pale work.
"There." She sat on the sofa and pushed the paper in front of him. Lanmyth rested his hand on the armrest as he put down his cup and takes a look at the papers.
He held the papers as his eyes strolled through the emptiness.
"They're empty!" He spoke as the lady in the gown laughed again clapping her hands." My my,Sorry, my apologies. There's no need for that. As long as you can complete the cleaning, laundey, do not steal my garments and do not explode this house. You're welcome." She stood up and bowed with her left leg slipping backwards as she extened her arm towards Lanmyth with dark blue nail polish.
"So you are aware, however I'm not gonna steal your laundary. I admire your boldess—to be easy with a stranger serving you and letting him live here."
He held her hand and stood up.
"Worry not, my hands know how not to spare a creep besides I trust white haired people more They're rare art pieces. And about you living here. Chose any room on the top two floors."
Upon hearing this Lanmyth's lips puckered slightly as he bowed to give a peck on her hand. She giggled and spoke.
"You can call me Pandora." Pandora...such a unique name.
I wonder what kind of powers she has. She is graceful and bold enough to appear in a delicate and sensual wear with no arms as an unknownn man entered her house. She either has an ability of a potion or a god's blessing. Maybe a relic? Like a ring. Whatever, I should start working now.
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The girl with the clay mould in a pot walked inside an old apartment with creaking wooden floor. Broken door with rotten wood and no windows. She took some steps and climed the stairs, the creaking sound was creeping her a bit but her expression wore a gloomy look that none could imagine on a child's face. No more older than sixteen, the nameless girl closed her lockless door and went inside drinking from a jar and resting on floor. She left out a breath as she started sobbing, she sat in the middle of an uncomplete statue like an altar that was near to it's completion. She poured the clay out from the pot by her fragile hands and started adding it to the indescribable altar she had unknowingly made. Her fingers had were bruised and reddened. Her left leg was swollen as she couldn't move more, she poured out clay.
Again and again. "I..." she muttered slowly as tears flowed down from her face. She poured the pot's remainings on the altar and pushed the pot on one side. Laid on the floor and closed her eyes. Waiting for the dawn to come over.
The flower vase, broken and dusted, lay in one corner. Crumbled and withered, lifeless. The broken parts of an old dining table, a butchered table cloth used as a carpet under the altar.
She took some breath, a long breath inside. Closed eyes, the life she could never have, it flashed before of her eyes, a tear dropped down from the corner.
As she slowly descended into oblivion.