Surrounded by little farming villages among beautiful rolling hills stood the wonderful and always busy town of Tel Par. With its old, yet seemingly timeless buildings, and its soft spoken people, Tel Par seemed more like a warm bristling city filled with exciting, and often times, exotic people from all over the world, rather than a war ready frontline of the empire. Though militarily strong, Tel Par was more times then not, just a friendly place with friendly people, where freedom was held high, and well paid for.
Tel Par was an old city filled with activity at any time, day or night. It stood tall over the me’thone river, busy with trade and moving war ships on the ready. At night the river, used by day for trading and such, became the place to party. Many bar shacks lined the bay where people would dance to live music, drink and trade stories of their brave adventures and great treasures found and lost. People from all over Expia would come to party and gamble on the Golden Decks, a huge ship that drops anchor in the middle of the river where people could have a few drinks and play a round or two of cards.
The April morning air was cool and damp. The Clouds hung heavily in the sky casting shadows upon the wet ground. Free from the cold of winter, the air was now brisk and refreshing instead of bitter and frigid like it was only a few weeks ago. Here and there, rays of sunlight would find its way through the heavy clouds and shine softly over Tel Par, the heart and soul of the Tellithian Kingdom.
Jesse slept restlessly in her four poster bed. Soft rays began pouring into her bedroom to chase the darkness of night away, as Jesse stirred in her sleep. Morning light danced off little glass trinkets on a nearby shelf scattering small specs of light across the wall. A small breeze from the open window played with violet dressings that draped from the top of her bed.
Alas, Jesse could sleep no more. Though tired and a bit cold, she willed herself upright in bed with the covers draped over here shoulders. She leaned against one of the posters of her bed staring blankly out her window. Her strawberry blond hair was turned mostly to one side and messy from a miserable night of sleep. Of late, Jesse was haunted by horrible and puzzling dreams... |
Submission Name: Violetstorms
