Astora—in peace, from the first ever Star-caster,
but not Starao herself. It was said she took them to a wild forest
and deep underground on Earth; it took them to a place where many
gateways existed. Then the next thing they remembered was being on
Astora. So long as they used their gifts to help the planets’
people, they could live here in peace.” The woman continued after
pondering on something:
“The
strangest thing is that none of them remembered much about their
home world after a while. I guess they wanted to push it out of
their minds,” said the Romani lady, “because there was so much
wrong with Earth’s people and their understanding of things; they
didn’t just fear the unknown—they killed it—killed us. And from
what I’ve heard, it still hasn’t changed.” The woman was then
interrupted by Ematay:
“That’s
enough of that. They don’t need insignificant details,” said
Ematay. Though it sounded as if he was for some reason annoyed and
angry, nobody could figure out why.
They
were all about to leave the place with the things they needed.
Their horse was well looked after and seemed as rested as them.
The little
group of three had to make sure that thirty hours had passed again
until they left, so they could see the star again beam down from
the darkness of space above them.
Yet another
problem came to them just before they left Silvarian. News from a
stranger said hundreds of Shadows were nearing their home. “There
can’t be more than a five minute walk away,” he said. “You can
easily see them in the distance right now.”
Ematay
flashed to the woman who ambushed them in Sunndira. He knew
Space-casters housed rare, powerful and dangerous magicks. If this
dark queen was on the enemies side, they would be slaughtered here.
Shield or no shield.
“We have to
go now. Hurry, pick up the pace,” said Ematay looking at him
stuffing food and bottles of water in their bags on the horse.
“But we
could run straight into them,” said Christian.
“Won’t we
be safer here with the Romani’s shield in place?” asked
Eleanor.
The
Star-caster, the friend of Eleanor and Christian looked at them
both and shook his head a little. He whispered the next sentence.
“They will all be killed if Sunndira is anything to go by. Romani
magick or not.” He pushed the children to move. “Don’t worry, we
still have star magick on our side; with it being night, I am not
so limited with my power now, and this won’t be a Silver Haven for
much longer if we stay.” He thought for a few moments, just
remembering something. He ran to the Silvarian’s Elder, the one in
charge. He told them to get out, and head for the one city they
believed was safe: Swansie: The breeding ground for their famous
War Swans.
The people
soon responded to the Elder’s loud words; they all began to leave
the structure, and headed for their last city, hoping it wouldn’t
be tarnished with destruction.
Ematay,
Eleanor and Christian left as the hordes from Silvarian done so.
All were on horses. The three noticed as soon as they stepped out
that there must have been a rain storm when they slept; as the path
was muddy and darker, and that beautiful smell of fresh, clean
earth fluttered through the air, of nature in its cleansed form.
Though it seemed their eyes felt heavy still.
The Shadows
were marching, making thunderous noises from the sheer number of
them pound at the ground. It would frighten the bravest and
smartest of people, no doubt about it.
All three
needed to ride on their horse in the opposite direction. The city
folk also did too, not by choice, as it was the long way round to
their destination.
Huge lines
of horses left quickly, trotting then galloping away, leaving the
city behind to its inevitable fate.
The noise
that sent trembling shivers down Eleanor and the other twos spines
didn’t go away, even after the sound did eventually disappear. It
was as if the noise was so loud and repetitive that it
but not Starao herself. It was said she took them to a wild forest
and deep underground on Earth; it took them to a place where many
gateways existed. Then the next thing they remembered was being on
Astora. So long as they used their gifts to help the planets’
people, they could live here in peace.” The woman continued after
pondering on something:
“The
strangest thing is that none of them remembered much about their
home world after a while. I guess they wanted to push it out of
their minds,” said the Romani lady, “because there was so much
wrong with Earth’s people and their understanding of things; they
didn’t just fear the unknown—they killed it—killed us. And from
what I’ve heard, it still hasn’t changed.” The woman was then
interrupted by Ematay:
“That’s
enough of that. They don’t need insignificant details,” said
Ematay. Though it sounded as if he was for some reason annoyed and
angry, nobody could figure out why.
They
were all about to leave the place with the things they needed.
Their horse was well looked after and seemed as rested as them.
The little
group of three had to make sure that thirty hours had passed again
until they left, so they could see the star again beam down from
the darkness of space above them.
Yet another
problem came to them just before they left Silvarian. News from a
stranger said hundreds of Shadows were nearing their home. “There
can’t be more than a five minute walk away,” he said. “You can
easily see them in the distance right now.”
Ematay
flashed to the woman who ambushed them in Sunndira. He knew
Space-casters housed rare, powerful and dangerous magicks. If this
dark queen was on the enemies side, they would be slaughtered here.
Shield or no shield.
“We have to
go now. Hurry, pick up the pace,” said Ematay looking at him
stuffing food and bottles of water in their bags on the horse.
“But we
could run straight into them,” said Christian.
“Won’t we
be safer here with the Romani’s shield in place?” asked
Eleanor.
The
Star-caster, the friend of Eleanor and Christian looked at them
both and shook his head a little. He whispered the next sentence.
“They will all be killed if Sunndira is anything to go by. Romani
magick or not.” He pushed the children to move. “Don’t worry, we
still have star magick on our side; with it being night, I am not
so limited with my power now, and this won’t be a Silver Haven for
much longer if we stay.” He thought for a few moments, just
remembering something. He ran to the Silvarian’s Elder, the one in
charge. He told them to get out, and head for the one city they
believed was safe: Swansie: The breeding ground for their famous
War Swans.
The people
soon responded to the Elder’s loud words; they all began to leave
the structure, and headed for their last city, hoping it wouldn’t
be tarnished with destruction.
Ematay,
Eleanor and Christian left as the hordes from Silvarian done so.
All were on horses. The three noticed as soon as they stepped out
that there must have been a rain storm when they slept; as the path
was muddy and darker, and that beautiful smell of fresh, clean
earth fluttered through the air, of nature in its cleansed form.
Though it seemed their eyes felt heavy still.
The Shadows
were marching, making thunderous noises from the sheer number of
them pound at the ground. It would frighten the bravest and
smartest of people, no doubt about it.
All three
needed to ride on their horse in the opposite direction. The city
folk also did too, not by choice, as it was the long way round to
their destination.
Huge lines
of horses left quickly, trotting then galloping away, leaving the
city behind to its inevitable fate.
The noise
that sent trembling shivers down Eleanor and the other twos spines
didn’t go away, even after the sound did eventually disappear. It
was as if the noise was so loud and repetitive that it
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