Slaves of the Heavens

At the loud barrel horn of the Estbird, shrieking far and wide, vibrating through the hull up into a thousand small and large rooms. Three times, the Horn shrieked hard, if not proud, then silenced, followed by wild cheers that appeared to rival the horn as the ship left port. 

Aurelia felt the motion and hurried off the bed to the terrace overlooking the deck and the approaching horizon. Flecks of sun peeked across the curvature of the world, lighting the open seas to flames as a small amber star began to rise. 

It was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. It was almost a wonder that such a beautiful world sought her life, Zariels life. They weren't exactly saints, but they were far from butchers or bandits. It made her uncomfortable to think about. The world. Lumaris was after them.