Silver Cathedral Saga Read Free

the Swan Knights,” said the king going down the
corridor to a guard who instantly replied and moved from the
command. The speech was quiet, but echoed as the king grew farther
apart from his wife hearing all.
    The queen
then moved back to sitting on her throne when her husband was gone.
Looking out to the beautifully lit room; she became entranced,
drifting and thinking on something she could not stop thinking
about for so many long years now. Her eyes not blinking, open and
yet lifeless. She gave a faint smile, one which took some time to
fully form itself, as if it was harder than usual to give life
to.

Disconnected
Paths

    Eleanor, Christian and Miyah ran for nearly thirty minutes down the
path at the back of the village before slowing down. Nobody was
nearby. The intense exercise made them more aware of everything
around.
    Small
clumps of leaves sat on the path here and there, with their yellow
and red colours in different tones, but with much more generous
shades of brown fallen life.
    “If we were
in a children’s story this wouldn’t be so grim. And full of death,
and misery,” said Christian as his sister crushed him with her two
arms.
    “Not all
children’s stories are like living on Pixie Dust,” replied
Eleanor.
    “We’ve been
walking around for too long now,” said Christian dragging his feet,
trying to ignore what his friend just said. “Think it’s time to
rest.” Before an answer was even given he stopped walking after
spe aking and gave a long deep breath, as if to
release something built up inside.
    “Can’t
argue there,” replied Eleanor, looking at Miyah with tears
streaking down her face, though staying very quiet whilst doing
it.
    They
stopped and sat on a large rock that looked much more comfortable
than it felt. It was near a natural path they had been taking all
this time, made by the growing number of feet that took it in the
past.
    Eleanor
looked as if she was in a huff. Though she didn’t act like it when
it came to talking and interacting with her buddy for some time.
Yet after they both stopped talking of this unfortunate outcome,
she put both hands on her face, covering it, hoping her friend
wouldn’t see.
    Christian
then noticed she shook, and made noises along with it that saddened
the night. “Oh, Eleanor. Please don’t cry.”
    “I’ve lost
my family and home,” said Eleanor. “I never knew it would be taken
away like this, and to good people like us. The Edeolon gods sure
have a funny sense of humour.”
    “More like
a sick one,” said Christian, agreeing and seeing the two people he
cared the most about upset.
    Eleanor
wiped away her tears and turned to look at her friend. “I think it
would be a good idea to go to Sunndira. There are passers by there
that are supposed to know where the Silver Cathedral is. Or so I’ve
heard. We have to warn them of what is happening, of what is
coming. We can’t let more families be punished because they didn’t
know.”
    “You’re
right, as usual, and with you I know we’ll find the place at
least.”
    You see,
Eleanor was a finder. That was her gift, her hobby. She loved
finding the lost and placing it in its rightful place. Nothing gave
this child more pleasure in the world.
    Now
Christian wasn’t a finder. He was a puzzle solver, and loved
everything and anything that was complex. Anything that needed to
be solved, worked out or decrypted. Much like his good friend, he
couldn’t imagine doing anything else so much.
    Their
passions bought their talent over the years, and they were both
very aware of it.
    “Then it’s
settled. We’ll continue onto Sunndira city,” said the boy.
    “Yeah,
right after the feeling in my foot comes back. It’s got god dam
numb from me sitting on it. Pins and needles, here I come.”
    Christian
chuckled after hearing this, and paid attention to her legs that
she knelt on upon the rock.
    Eleanor
stretched her bottom two limbs before allowing them to touch the
floor again, ready for the