Ethaniel, the main character in my novel, Fidelyon, has taken it upon himself to introduce you to his world by going through an alphabet of terms and names.
There’s plenty of words here in Elentisa which begin with A, but two stand out.
Firstly, there’s Almathea, our great capital. Based on the banks of the Shimilver River, Almathea is ringed with great walls which appear blueish from a distance, but up close they also reveal specks and lines of silver.
It’s a bustling city, with trading sectors, a wide open forum for daily markets, Sanctuaries of the Prince, the quieter twisting streets of the living sectors… Smoke hangs in the air, along with the scene of flowers and ripening fruit. The splash of fountains slip through the shouts of messengers and vendors, and water pours along the gutters at least once a day, keeping the city clean.
Overshadowing Almathea’s eastern walls looms the castle bluff where the king lives. Bad news if the castle is ever taken while the city still holds out against an enemy. Still, all in all, it’s an ideal city. Of course, Almathea is the only great city I’ve been to, but Ard has been to many cities, or so he claims. And even he grudgingly agrees that Almathea is one of the the cleanest, liveliest city in Elentisa.
Ard, of course, is the other ‘A’. He rescued me from a village destroyed by Volandum raiders when I was very young and raised me even while he ran a messenger outpost. There was never any question of what I’d become. I was one of the youngest runners on the force, and in my spare time Ard’s teaching was detailed, with an intensity it took me years to understand. The swordplay I caught on to well enough. The books and rules of governing…less so. What would a messenger need with such information anyway?
Firm, sometimes stern, yet always with a ready laugh, Ard was always there. Watchful. With an air of expectant waiting. I knew he harbored secrets, and he never denied it. What I didn’t know was how deep those secrets ran. And how closely they concerned me.