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He stands on the surface of the bridge, on the stone that is not stone but the monstrous spine of something that once breathe as he breathes now.
There is sunshine beating down where there should not be, a kind of false-light that is nothing like the daylight that saw him step into the cavern. From here he can’t hear the wailing, or the singing, or the sound of wind-chimes in the shops; he can’t hear anything at all but the wind, and the sound of water far, far below the bridge (or is it above?).
Martell is only an animal, only a man, and he does not want to go on. There is nothing in particular he fears, but every instinct in him is screaming for him to turn, to flee, to not look again on this city except, shivering, in nightmares.
But Novus is a mad country, with queens who possess too much power, the kind of power that could build just such a place. And there is such a dream-like quality to the city, to the bridge, to the caves and the false-light (a fever-dream) that a part of him already believes that if he would be to die here, it would not be a true death at all.
The unicorn walks on, leaving the creaking ribcage of the bridge behind him, and into the city.
@Lucinda
There is sunshine beating down where there should not be, a kind of false-light that is nothing like the daylight that saw him step into the cavern. From here he can’t hear the wailing, or the singing, or the sound of wind-chimes in the shops; he can’t hear anything at all but the wind, and the sound of water far, far below the bridge (or is it above?).
Martell is only an animal, only a man, and he does not want to go on. There is nothing in particular he fears, but every instinct in him is screaming for him to turn, to flee, to not look again on this city except, shivering, in nightmares.
But Novus is a mad country, with queens who possess too much power, the kind of power that could build just such a place. And there is such a dream-like quality to the city, to the bridge, to the caves and the false-light (a fever-dream) that a part of him already believes that if he would be to die here, it would not be a true death at all.
The unicorn walks on, leaving the creaking ribcage of the bridge behind him, and into the city.
@Lucinda
