The Edge of The World
The sunlight flickered,
A journey of rough seas, bumpy roads, and fierce winds.
At last, they had arrived, the city of outcasts.
The edge of the world;
Where people who have been exiled from Elarion are sent.
A glimpse of the void below the earth presides.
Finally, Morrow's eyes, kissed by the sun.
The gloomy city subsided before her
She had still adorned her rich robes, the mark of an elegant woman.
The city, draped in a perpetual mist, the smell of death rose; the abyss, haunting the "city".
No laws rule here, and no social decency rests.
Alone, she stood on the outskirts of this abandoned, forsaken, place.
Her hair fluttered about the wind, the sun; her kiss.
She walked into the city of peril, the water dimly ran, and clouds cloaked the city perpetually, revoking it from the blessing of the sun.
The hour was still young, yet; the city was hushed.
A dimly lit sight of the abyss, devoid of life, a bastion of deceit.
Shadows lurked in alleyways, mice roughly fought for diminutive pieces of hunger-quenching sources.
A shadow resided before her,
Her eyes glistened with weary.
Her skin, trembling, silky, doeful eyes possessed her.
Ghosts whispered to her.
A man showed himself; he looked as though he could carry a small island, his head, unprotected from the sun.
Another, smaller man, who looked like he would be prey for the mice to pounce on.
In the middle, resided a woman, adorned in a purple-velvet cloak. Her breasts were starkly revealed, the tips of her plump cherries rested on the corners of the dim cloth that covered them.
Violet hair danced down to her back, cherry lips she possessed.
The big man took a step forward;
"What a pretty thing we have here!" His voice was disgustingly grotesque, a cackle that would terrify puppies.
The man with a meak frame spoke with a shivered voice "Heh... ripe for picking as well."
They looked at her with predatorial eyes.
"Hush now, boys. We can't very well offer an impure soul to the moon." The woman spoke, her voice, charmingly deep.
"Ah come on now, let us have a look at least."
"Very well."
Morrow's face contorted with disgust,
"In the name of the sun, I command you heed!"
The three laughed with stupid glee: "The sun can't help you here princess."
Morrow looked at the three with eyes of disgust.
"I'm not a princess. I'm the Priestess of Rosewood!"
"A preistess aye? All the better."
The two men approached her with lustful eyes, without fortune she tried to run away, before tripping on waste.
Their hands almost grazed her waist before..
A flash of light,
A blast of the moon.
Stood before her was a woman who held a great stature.
"Crap! Let's get out of here! The man shouted.
The woman, draped in her inky depths casted a spell;
"Lo! Moon of love, pearl of the abyss, cast your graceful spell upon us and retreat us to the stars!"
The moon cloaked their escape.
The tall, elegant woman turned back to Morrow with a stern look.
She had long slender limbs, her body weaved in a celestial way. Her skin, an ethereal pale hue illuminated. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of midnight violet, seem to hold secrets within their depths. Her raven black hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, framing her delicate features. She had an alluring hourglass figure, emphasized by her voluptuous breasts and curvaceous hips. She adorned a dress of midnight black that accentuated her assets, paired with seductive high heels.
A raven danced behind her, an air of grace.
She reached out her long slender hand to the girl, Morrow grasped it tightly, in a fit of breath.
"Thank you.." She puffed.
The woman placed her fingers below morrows chin
"You aren't hurt, are you?" Her voice radiated maturity and sexiness. It sent shivers down Morrow's spine.
"I-I'm okay!" She said, flushed.
"Who are you?" She asked the woman with daliesque eyes.
"My name is Lily, It grieves me so that I wasn't able to arrive sooner. What is your name, dear?"
Morrow was flushed, with all that happened.
"My name comes from the namesake of the beautiful morning, Morrow. I am a Priestess of Rosewood. Or was anyway."
"That is quite the namesake to be endowed with... wait, what? What is a Priestess doing here of all places? Here to spread religion? Well, good luck." She let out a sensual laugh.
"Not quite... I was exiled from my village, they believed me to be a witch, when I touched a couple of rocks they floated."
Lily's face widened.
"A magic caster?! Really? Even here, at the world's edge, that's exceedingly rare."
"I don't think it's anything that fancy.." Her voice trailed.
"What did those people want with me?"
Lily spat at the floor; "Disgusting moon worshipers. They prey on attractive young girls to offer them up to the moon."
"I had heard stories of moon worshipers when I was young, but I dismissed them as nothing more than fairy tales."
"Oh, they're real alright, to the grimace of everyone else."
"So... who are you? Besides your name I mean."
The woman looked at her with stern eyes.
"Come girl, it isn't safe here."
She led her by the hand, a fated encounter.
TO BE CONTINUED.