“In the midst of the solstice festival of a city nestled in the mountains, far above the rancid debauchery of the rotter country down below, the two young lovers Amarin and Levenus are set suddenly adrift across an unfamiliar land, their households and everything they knew torn apart by the memory of a mother and the truth she kept hidden.”
In my memory, there is a young noble constantly looking over her shoulder. She has not eaten in two days. If I focus hard enough, I can feel the blisters on her feet as she runs as swiftly as her legs will carry her, keeping pace with her thundering heart even after the point when those legs should have given out.
I can still see the sun as it was then– on that day, in the wasteland. With my waking eyes, I see the light peering down from the heavens– and swallowed up by the flames of the burning earth. The ashes of humans and animals that had walked upon it tumbled forth into the skies, and the sand where once there had been fields of grain beat at the monuments that were crumbling to the ground, their wooden skeletons collapsing and stirring up a storm that suffocated everything around me. Scavenging insects’ wings were stilled and their bodies crushed under heel as my body fought to keep moving through the blaze. My eyes saw nothing. My skin was stung and burned, and in the fore of my mind, I heard the wrath of the gods who churned the very earth itself beneath my feet. Above the sound of my roaring blood, they cursed me. In the darkness behind my eyelids that had shut tight, I feared like I had never feared before.