Feast of the End, Wistful Article

Chapter 1, Home Again

Selaf, maid and bodyguard to Miletta Tarea, had been cooped up in a hospital bed for the past week. The most she had for company was a pot of flowers sitting against the wall next to a window. Past the window were walls of buildings, made from polished stone and fired bricks. Gloomy skies spat out snow at a furious pace. Wind whipped the snow all across the skyline.The rest of the room was a plain beige color. Chairs for visitors were placed near the door.

The girl was the only one in the hospital room currently. A soft gown covered her full body and long legs. Long blond hair fell loose across her back. A dull look was on her face, one that hid as much of her thoughts as possible. It was almost like her face was just a mask with pale-cerise eyes staring outwards blankly. She looked completely healthy, though, with no wounds or injuries in sight.

She was only a slave in the dark city of Anmaul, but Lady Tarea had ordered the staff to treat her as an important patient. That was the reason she was given a private room with around the clock nurse service, something she took advantage of. The nurses constantly made snide remarks or shot ugly glares, trying to remind her of her proper position within the world.

On the table next to the bed, there was a photo of teenage girl and a creature that looked like a scaly deer. That girl was her, and the deer had been her beloved companion. At that time, she was rubbing his cheeks in order to get him to look at the camera. Even though the picture was only black and white, Selaf could still remember that day vividly. What she did not recall was her eyes having a white dot right in the center. That must have been caused by the flash.

The scaly deer was a strikhart, a powerful creature that commanded external magic. They had the ability to send lightning forth from any point on their body. Strikharts were one of the races of creatures known as dizaks. Each and every one of them was dangerous to other life forms in the area. The strikhart in the picture, though, had come to recognize Selaf as his guardian after she had taken him from his forest home.

Runi, that was his name. It had been less than a month ago that he died, killed by those miserable terrorists. With his final effort, he had given the girl his life force in what was known as the feast of the end. Now, she had all of his lightning weaving abilities. It immediately came handy when she had to stop the terrorist organization known as the Shining Sun Order from hurting her master.

Being stuck inside the same room all day was mind-numbingly boring. She had read through all the children's books provided by the hospital. Anything meant for an older audience was too complicated for her to care about trying. If it was her choice, she would leave. After such an ordeal, Miletta wanted to make sure she was fully recovered.

Also on the table were the day's newspapers. It was better than reading something for the fifth time, so she picked it up. There was an immediate regret as the headlines were about the recent terrorist plot by the Shining Sun Order. Along with the end of year event, they had been the hot topic of the week. Selaf had been there and knew how much information was missing from the article.

According to the official story, the Shining Sun Order tried to attack Anmaul on new year's day. The target was to be several major parties where the wealthy were in attendance. The Shining Sun Order was successfully stopped by the elite assault team of the military before any major damage could be done. What the article was missing was Selaf's entire involvement in the affair. Only a few people even knew of her involvement, and none of them cared to say what her role was. That suited her just fine.

The target was also completely wrong. Selaf's master had managed to pull some strings to hide the true information. The real goal of the attack was the end of year event planned by Lady Tarea. It would have resulted in a massive explosion that would have potentially damaged the central governing body of Anmaul.

As far as the general populous knew, the two events were completely unrelated. Most people weren't even worried as most of the terrorists had been killed or arrested. Anmaul's military were seen as heroes, and Lady Tarea was seen as a powerful force among the upper-class.

Selaf's role in stopping the terrorist plot was the reason that she was currently in the hospital. She had suffered from exhaustion, several injuries and mental stress. The doctors had worked wonders on her, and now she was more bored than anything.

After turning the page, Selaf's face twisted into a furious scowl with teeth bared. There were artist's renditions of the three members of the Shining Sun Order that escaped. One of them made her body burn up inside. The picture was of a man with long hair and a beard. A deep scar ran vertically through his right eye. It was Hethyr, the leader of that particular group. His preaching against the evil of dizaks still grated painfully inside Selaf.

Of the other two, Selaf knew one was a master of magic that acted as Hethyr's shadow. The third man was someone she didn't recognize.

Selaf let out a grunt as she flung the paper away. The pages separated in the air and formed a coat over the ground. Her chest heaved with each heavy breath, and her other hand was clutched around the blanket tightly.

Selaf picked up the picture frame on the table besides her, holding it tightly in both hands. Looking at the picture brought up all the painful memories of when Runi died. She had only known him for less than a year, but he was the first person she cared about. Even though he was a strikhart, Selaf liked calling him a person. He had known her for practically all of his too-short life.

Her fingers rubbed against the old frame surrounding the photograph. Many good memories of the fun times they had together also emerged. Her breathing began to soften. Runi had been a dizak that was hard to amuse through means other than violence. Shortly after this picture had been taken, Runi had led her into a den of dizaks just because he was bored. A smile broke out across her face.

How was she supposed to feel at a time like this, when her first friend had died? She hadn't talked about her feelings at all, for she didn't even know it herself. The only thing she knew for certain was that she wished he was still alive.

It was thoughts of Runi during happier times that helped her stay sane while cooped up inside the hospital. Lack of sleep was certainly making things worse. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the blood of the strikhart flowing like a river across the white snow. Her muscles ached from all the memories even though nothing was physically wrong with her. Sleeping became something she dreaded, and she only did so once all her energy had drained away.

A knock came at the hospital room door, causing her to set the picture, face down, on the table.

Come in, Selaf said with a curious rise in her tone. She had not called for anyone.

The person that came in had turned on the lights. They were old bulbs that took time to charge up and were encased in flower shaped glass around the room.

Despite it being one o'clock in the afternoon, the winter pall caused the weak sunlight to fall even lower, making it seem like a constant night. The flickering light brightened up the room to an orange glow.

What are you doing sitting here in the dark? the person that entered asked gently.

Sophy? Selaf said, pronouncing the name with a soft O sound.

Sophy was Lady Tarea's other, more senior maid. She actually wore a maid’s uniform of black with a medium-cut neckline and a fur coat above that. Her eyes were constantly half-closed. To her, opening them all the way was just too tiring. Neck-length brown hair curled around the side of her head, forming a frame for her happy expressions. She was standing in an official pose, straight backed with feet together and hands clasped in front.

I didn't feel like turning on the light. What are you doing here?

Sophy pursed her lips in worry. You're checking out today, remember? Are you alright? Do you want to stay longer?

Oh, yeah, I am, I remember, Selaf stammered. I don’t need to stay here anymore. It was nice to see Sophy no longer trying to force back tears every time they met. That was all Selaf wanted, for things to return to normal, or as normal as she could get it.

Are you sure? I can ask Lady Tarea to let you stay a bit longer.

No! Selaf hopped out of the bed to show that she was fine. No. I want to go home. I've had enough of this place. Lying around all day feels too confining, though I do enjoy having a bed to myself.

That's mean, Sophy mewed.

The recovering girl forced out a smirk that only lasted for a split second as dizziness caused her to sit back onto the bed.

Inside the closet of the hospital room was only a simple cream-colored dress, made from smooth, soft fabric. The hospital gown was placed on the smoothed out bed, after having been folded. The only other belonging she had in this room was the picture of Runi. It was clutched within her fingers.

Two people stepped into view, waiting by the door. One of them was a staff member of Bloodis Hospital, a nurse that wore a red uniform. Upon seeing the room a sneer appeared across his face.

Finally leaving. It’s so sickening having to take care of a slave, he spat. I was just about to discharge you, but I suppose you already knew that.

Standing next to him was a woman with arms clutching each other across her torso, Miletta Tarea. She wore a long, black jacket over a frilled, white blouse. A gem-encrusted brooch was pinned to the jacket. A tight, knee-length skirt hugged her wide hips. She had a strong face, with prominent cheeks. There was a satisfied expression as she nodded once. Dark hair had been tied to a loose bun. A few strands fell across her face. Under certain light conditions, lines of green gleamed through her hair.

Come, Selaf, time to go home, Miletta said.

Yes! Selaf said blissfully. It had been so long since she had last been to the place she considered home, last year even, though it was only one week into the new one. She couldn't wait to get back to a familiar place, a place with a sense of permanence and her own touches. It was something that she hadn't had before coming to Anmaul.

Don't forget anything now, the nurse said.

I didn't, sir, Selaf said politely even though he had annoyed her to no end during her stay. On her way out, she bowed to him.

Miletta and her maids strode through the passageways of the hospital. There was a noticeable shift in ambiance as they left the wing of the hospital meant for the rich and elite of the city. Behind them were quiet halls, softly glowing with light from metal sconces on the checker-patterned walls. Paintings of flowers helped give a calming aura. Each door was made of solid oak and was far apart from the other.

In front, there were noises from constant activity. Hospital staff and patients walked around the area, talking with each other. Topics ranged from high priority stabbings to inane questions on the quality of the hospital's food. Selaf hadn't thought the food was too bad, but then again, she was probably served something better than what these people got. These halls were barer, having walls of white and floors of tile. All the bustling people made this area of the hospital feel restless.

When they exited to the outside world, a blast of cold air knocked Selaf back a step. Her skin prickled as wind blew in through the dress that loosely covered her body. Snow whipped into her face, causing her eyes to close.

Selaf, hurry up and get in, Sophy called out. She was standing next to a waiting carriage.

The girl, wearing clothes impractical for the outdoors, scrambled into the darkly-painted taxi carriage. Floral panels made of brass decorated the sides of the body. A great horse, with thick fur coating and long tufts of hair around the hooves, pulled the carriage.

Though the interior wasn't heated, it was shielded from the wind and snow. Sophy entered last, closing the door behind her. Snow battered against the windows, trying to get at the people hiding within. The water crystals only bounced off harmlessly against the glass. The two maids sat on one side with their master on the seats facing them.

To the Roquien Gardens, Miletta instructed the driver through a small port behind her.

Yes, miss, the driver said. His voice was muffled by a scarf around the lower half of his face.

With a crack of the reins, the horse took off. Because of all the snow piled up on the ground, it was slow going through the city. All along the streets, slaves were working hard to get the snow shoveled away. They were only given just enough protection against the elements to work. It was barely more than what Selaf was wearing. Their dirty faces, bloody hands and tattered bodies pushed on under the watchful eyes of city officials.

Due to the number of people around, it was tough to get anything done. The slaves had to stop and let carriages or people on foot pass every few seconds. One such slave stepped away when their taxi passed by. Snow crumpled back into an area he had just cleaned from the rumbling of the wheels.

For the duration of the trip, Selaf tried to remain still. Her fingers refused to cooperate as they tried to grab each other with nervous energy. Her right leg was bouncing up and down too. She stared out the window, watching as the landscape went by painfully slow.

It did give her lots of time to look at the structures that towered on both sides of the street. Being built on a plateau, Anmaul didn't have the option of expanding outward, so the city expanded upwards. A majority of the buildings in Anmaul were at least four levels tall, with many of the ones near the center of the city reaching beyond that. The buildings were designed to be striking to the eyes with sharp corners, ornate columns, and carvings of horrid beasts sitting on the corners. Every feature was exaggerated, nothing was subtle. Many lights were on in the dark city. The faraway buildings that were visible appeared to be twinkling against the snowy sky.

The people walking the streets were a mixture of the well-off, the ones wearing elegant dresses and neat suits, and those with clothes practical for physical labor. Even they wore accessories to give themselves a more memorable appearance, things such as iron bracelets or sharp pendants. Appearing tough and imposing was important in this city. Slaves, unless they were working, had to travel on the back streets, out from view.

Light from iron lamp posts diffused from all the snow on the ground, making it brighter at ground level than what it was inside her hospital room.

Selaf, why are you fidgeting so much? Miletta asked

I'm sorry, Lady Tarea, I'm just feeling restless after lying in bed all week. My entire body feels like it's going to burst from having too much energy.

Are you sure it's not because you're anxious to get home again? Miletta asked with a stern stare.

The apartment? It's nice, but I didn't particularly miss it, Lady Tarea. Selaf bowed as if excusing herself from insulting their living place.

During normal conditions, the trip wouldn't have taken too long. With everyone outside, slipping and sliding everywhere, it took a few hours before they finally managed to return back home.

Roquien Gardens housed four high-end apartment complexes, arranged in a circular manner. Surrounding the four buildings was a miniature park, just for the residents. It was well-tended, with a stone pathway that led through the entire area. Snow was kept off the path as much as possible. Even though there were no flowers or grass currently, several orbs of light still floated in the garden areas. Without all the greenery, it was easy to see that the lights were held up by black metal claws. Their home resided in building number three.

The first floor was a large lobby, complete with a lounge. Marble columns reached from the ground to the ceiling. On each wall adjacent to the entrance was a painting that filled up the entire space. One depicted a mighty dragon, bathed in flame and roaring at the sky. The other was that of a shadowed palace, with a glowing outline against grey skies. Each floor above that was residence for a single family only. They lived on the third floor, inside a lavishly furnished apartment. The overall tone of their home was a solitary dark red. A balcony spread out across the entire side of the apartment.

Sophy was the first inside, but Selaf quickly followed after, slipping past with deft movements. Selaf took in a deep breath of the apartment and swept her gaze over the entire place. It had only been two weeks since she had last been in here, but she was afraid that things would have changed. A smile appeared on her lips when she realized that nothing had.

The living room was still the same, with couches arranged around a fireplace. The tables were in the exact position she remembered.

Start a fire, would you, Selaf? Miletta commanded.

Yes, Lady Tarea.

Several logs were already inside the fireplace. She pulled open a metal gate that blocked the entrance. While there was a fire stick nearby, Selaf had a better idea. First, she arranged a few of the smaller pieces of wood in a cone shape. After taking a step back, she pointed two fingers at the stack. A bolt of lightning burst forth from the tips of her fingers. It struck against the wood, in a steady stream, until a fire sprang out. She crouched down to blow on the fire, creating a lovely blaze. Its heat radiated out from the fireplace. Selaf raised her hand, blocking the flickering flames from directly assaulting her face. With a metal poker in hand, she spread around the burning wood, creating a nice roaring flame.

Very good, Selaf, Miletta said. Get settled in, first. I have things that need done.

Yes, Lady Tarea.

Selaf didn't feel like settling in just yet. Even though it was her home, she wanted to look around the apartment some more. Selaf moved away from the fire and towards the shelves against the wall. The shelves had an artistic flair with round corners and uneven heights. They were filled with books on mechanical physics and small decorative trinkets. As she moved across the room, her fingers slid against the smooth shelf surface. Not a speck of dust was to be found.

From there, she moved to the dining room. A long table was set with too many seats for just three people. One half of the table was mostly unused. The living room and dining room was actually one large space without any dividers. A door directly behind the table led to the kitchen. She would go there later, but first, she wanted to go out onto the balcony.

Selaf went outside, still wearing nothing but her simple dress. The door was closed behind her to trap the heat inside. A thin layer of snow covered the balcony. Selaf slid her feet across the ground, wiping away some of the snow. Scorch marks and cracked tiles were revealed. They brought back memories of all the times she spent out here, carving away on wooden sculptures with Runi sitting nearby. Many of the cracks and scorch marks on the balcony had been the result of her playing around with him.

The balcony had been Runi's home for the duration of his stay. Now, it felt like an empty space. At the time, it had been a pain, but now Selaf missed the burning smell of urine that she had to clean every day. While she had been gone, his home, his tent had been cleared away. What few belongings Runi had were also gone. Selaf stared at the spot where Runi had slept. She reached out towards the empty space.

To think, eventually all the burn marks would be repaired, and no trace of him would remain in the space that had been his home.

Selaf, Sophy called out from the doorway. Aren't you cold out there?

I am quite cold, but I'm alright. There were bumps on her skin, though there were no signs of shivering as dizak energy flowed within her body.

I still have all of Runi's stuff. It's in our room. Do you want to see?

Selaf nodded. After one final look back towards the twinkling city skyline, she entered the apartment again. Another smile forced its way to her lips when she saw their room. All of her belongings were still in place. The wooden train set she was carving was sitting on the table. Next to that was her set of carving knives, neatly packed away inside a leather case. There was one new thing, a dagger. It had been a gift from the commander of Anmaul's elite assault force. Out of all the daggers she had held, this one felt like it had the best balance and cutting power.

Runi's belongings were wrapped up inside his tent. They didn't amount to much, just some torn blankets, battered pillows and a chewed up bear doll. All of those had been brand new when they were given to the strikhart. Now they looked as if they were picked out from the trash. Selaf took in a deep breath of air. She pressed both hands to her cheeks, preventing tears from rolling down them.

Are you alright? Sophy asked.

Yes, I am, Selaf said firmly. She wiped her eyes using a sleeve. I guess we don't need any of this stuff anymore.

Yeah.

Selaf picked up the headless bear doll. Stuffing was puffing out from tears in its body. I'll keep Bear, though. With great effort, she managed to say, You can throw the rest out.

Okay, Sophy said kindly.

Home, Selaf was finally home. With Bear in hand, she sat down on the chair against the window. From there, she could see a lot. There was the city outside the window, where people hurried on their way to avoid being in the inclement weather any longer than necessary. Through the door was the living room, flickering gently from the glow of the fireplace. All around her was the room that was half hers. To remain inside the comfortable familiarity of her bedroom would be so nice. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed. She listened to the noise of Sophy picking up the makeshift dizak home.

After thinking about something for a moment, Selaf turned towards the door. Just before the other girl left, she called out, Sophy, what happened to the ring? The one I kept inside Runi's tent.

Lady Tarea has it now, Sophy said. And speaking of her, I think she wants to speak with you.

Sophy bowed to a person blocked by the door frame before stepping aside. Seeing her master, Selaf sat up straighter, in a formal position.

The doctors say you are in good health, Miletta said.

Yes, I feel that way.

How are you feeling mentally?

Selaf started to look over, but stopped halfway, leaving her with a sideways glance. What do you mean?

You have been quiet about exactly what happened when you were captured. I gather it was something bad. Runi died there after all.

The girl looked back down with her skirt clenched in her hand.

Miletta continued. If you need someone to talk to, I am available. Would you prefer a professional instead?

I don't need to talk. To a professional, Selaf clarified. I don't understand what it is they do anyway.

They help you work through problems. Anything you are uncertain about. Frightened about. If I pay for it, they will treat you as best they can.

I'm sure we would have a riveting discussion.

A frown worked its way through Miletta's lips as she looked down at her maid. I need you to be at your best.

I am, Selaf said.

I doubt that, not after what you've been through. Forcing you isn't going to get anywhere. According to the hospital psychiatrist, you listened the entire time, said nothing. Miletta shook her head. Things are only going to get more interesting from here on out.

Selaf looked over with a curious raise of her eyebrows.

My goal is still the same, to rise up the ladder further. Everyone important in the city knows who planned the end of year event now. With that prestige, I can open new doors. Conversely, many people will be trying to usurp my position. Now, Miletta pierced at her maid with her sharp gaze, what are your goals?

I don't know, Selaf said. Her original goal of getting stronger, of not being stepped on all the time seemed less important now. What did she want? No answers surfaced in her cloudy mind. After everything that had happened, she just wanted something simple to think about.

The woman lifted her maid's face up with a finger to the chin. You are young. It is fine to have shifting goals. Are you going to obey my desires, though?

Yes, Selaf said with certainty. I will do what you want.

Good. That is enough. I won't make an appointment for you with another psychiatrist. It would only be money wasted. Getting you to speak to me is difficult enough as it is.

The girl smiled appreciatively.

About the ring, I will keep it for now, Miletta said. Apparently, she had heard mention of it.

Of course, Selaf said cautiously. She didn't want to say anything else because she wasn't sure what Lady Tarea's reaction would be to her secretly keeping a ring. Prodding a bee hive was never a good idea. Her master's expression was that of a soft smile, however.

Now, poor Sophy has been handling the work without you. Go help.

Yes, Lady Tarea! I will be out shortly.

Miletta walked towards the door. Before leaving, she turned around to say one final thing. Selaf, welcome home.

Selaf couldn't find the words to respond. Such a thing had never been spoken to her before, and she never thought it would be something she wanted to hear. The feeling of returning to a place she actually wanted to be, it was a feeling more exhilarating than flying or shooting electricity from the fingertips. Once Selaf was left alone in the room, she stood up again with Bear in hand.

Next to the window, there was a table with only an ornate urn sitting on top. With the colorful square patterns painted around the outside, it felt like an antique. Its aesthetic clashed with the dry wooden look of the room.

Skarni, you are going to hate me for this, but I'm going to leave this here, Selaf said to the urn. With a smile that narrowed her eyes, she added, Sorry.

Selaf took out the picture of Runi from a pocket inside her skirt. Bear was placed on the table, leaning against the urn. He was arranged so the photo would sit under his caring hug. There, Runi sat, next to his fellow dizak that had given up her life force to turn someone into a feastend. Her fingers lingered on the frame, only lifting off one at a time.

I'm home. And so are you, Runi.

Chapter 2, Party of Lords

For a few months, nothing really happened. People were content to enjoy the new year well past the first month. No one was eager to start any new projects due to all the snow. In time, people stopped talking about the Shining Sun Order. Nothing noticeable had happened and many key details about the supposed attack had been kept away from the public. Winter time passed quietly, and life within the city returned to normal.

At least Selaf was sleeping normally again, thanks in no small part to having Sophy sleep in the same bed. Though Selaf would never admit it, the warmth and comfort soothed away the relentless assault of painful memories during the night. Smiles came easier now and weren’t as forced.

Starting from the fourth month of the year, Quadrarch, snow had ceased to fall and was replaced by rain. People switched from thick fur and long scarves to lighter long coats. Horses didn't need to wear protective clothing anymore, and the wagon wheels no longer had chains that prevented them from slipping. All around the city repairs were going on from the roads and buildings that suffered snow damage. Of course slaves were the primary source of labor. They worked hard and with few protections against the outdoors.

With the weather getting fairer, people began to get livelier. Through the night, on towers reaching towards the sky, many parties were thrown in well lit halls. They looked like massive torches, crowning the city.

Many of these events were hosted by wealthy individuals or powerful companies. They were prime locations for meeting the powerful people of the city. The influential from all over Sorcnon would gather at these events. Often times, foreign royalties or dignitaries would be invited as well.

Before this year Railpane was already an important and powerful company; after the end of year event, they were receiving more invitations than they cared for. Specifically, it was the owner and his vice-president that were invited. Miletta had only gotten a few scant invitations before. Now, she was as important as the owner. Everyone else in the company might as well be dirt for how important they appeared to those on the outside.

On the fifteenth of Quadrarch, Miletta Tarea had arrived back at the apartment early. She had an air of impatience about her again, the kind that usually preceded big events. During that time, she tended to micromanage what her maids did, as well as criticize them on their timeliness of performing their tasks.

Currently, Miletta was pacing around as Selaf dusted off the statuettes and trinkets on the living room shelves. The sounds of her feet softly pattered on the ground. Whenever they stopped, Selaf tensed up. The girl could feel the scar on the back of her neck prickling from her master's critical gaze. She went back over a crystal figurine of a dragon with the feather duster again.

In the kitchen, Sophy had an easier time since she didn't have to work under the watchful eye of Lady Tarea. There was no need to make dinner tonight, but there were still smoking, brining and other preparations that needed to be done for later meals. On the counter in front of her was a slab of pork belly. Both of Sophy's hands sensually massaged a mixture of spices onto the meat. The fatty side had a lot of give as she pressed down.

Both maids knew why Lady Tarea was home early and pacing around. There was an important party later tonight. This time, she was taking Selaf along as well, something that Selaf was nervously excited for.

I'm done, Lady Tarea, Selaf said of cleaning the shelf.

The books are all in order?

Looking up at the complex books on physics, mechanical sciences, material sciences and many other confusing subjects, Selaf said, Yes, Lady Tarea. They were arranged by title only. Though Miletta probably would have preferred some subject categorization, neither of her maids knew enough about them to do so.

Turning around, Selaf bowed to her master. If I may, Lady Tarea, the party is still a few hours away. Won't you have a seat and relax?

A few hours? Miletta said with a raised tone. I should start getting ready. I want you and Sophy to take a bath afterwards. Any tasks you haven't done, do them later. I have a stylist coming over at five. Make sure you are clean by then.

Not the effect she intended. Selaf bowed. Yes, Lady Tarea.

By the time they were supposed to leave for the party, Selaf was still in the middle of having her makeup put on. The stylist was a prissy man with a thin mustache. A look of disgust was on his face, and that was only partially because he was working on a slave. The real reason was because Selaf constantly fidgeted around, trying to dodge his brushes of color. Thick ones came to her cheeks, thin ones to her eyes. She did not like having things go straight towards her eye.

Selaf, Miletta said in a voice that chilled her to a statue. Radils is on his way. If we need to wait for you, we won't.

The rest of the process went by without another fuss by the girl. She only had a moment to spare for looking at the mirror. No part of her visible body was left untouched. Her face was completely free of blemishes. A bright red tint was on her cheeks. Even her eyelashes appeared longer and more luscious. It swept across the air with each blink. The once simply-tied blond hair had been twisted into a flowery bun. Through some trickery of the styling arts, her nails, now shimmering blue, looked longer than usual.

Miletta and Sophy looked equally well made up. They both shone brightly, even amidst the well-lit room. While the maids kept their uniform, Miletta had a sweeping dress of shimmering green. A golden necklace wreathed around her neck, and gems surrounded by gold dangled from her ears. The normally subtle green tint to her hair was now noticeable under all conditions.

Thank you, Miletta said to the stylist as she paid him.

Thank you, ma'am. The stylist made a sweeping bow. Enjoy your evening. After stowing away the tools of his trade into a large suitcase, he swept away with a hand on his hat.

Selaf, what do you think? Miletta spun around, causing her skirt to float along the ground. It was as if a cool, clean lake was crawling up her body.

I think the skirt is too long, Lady Tarea, Selaf responded. It looks impractical.

A laugh nearly escaped the woman, but she settled for just a grin. I knew you would say that. Sophy felt the opposite. It would look more elegant if it was longer, she thought.

Standing at the side, Sophy nodded.

The three women rode down the elevator and left the building, there they waited under the crisp, cool night sky. Pale moonlight fell from the clear sky. They didn't have to wait long before the sound of horse's footsteps approached. Coming down the road was Lord Radils Siltern's personal carriage and horse. His was more luxurious compared to the taxi services, having a fine wood chassis.

Sitting at the front was the lord's personal butler and coach driver, Gilliam. He was a young man with ever a stern expression. His silvery hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Without words, he bowed to Miletta. Stepping onto the ground, he opened the door to the carriage.

Waiting inside was a man, broad of body and limbs. Even sitting, it was easy to tell that he was tall. His short brown hair was smoothed back neatly. He wore an expensive suit of black with a silken tie. A white handkerchief was folded in the breast pocket. Over his mouth was a trimmed mustache. It curled away as he smiled at the guests, Miletta in particular.

Hello, darling, Miletta said coyly.

Good evening, my sly fox. Lord Siltern kissed her raised hand as he helped her inside.

How are you doing this evening, Lord Siltern? Selaf asked.

We shall see. This party should hopefully go better than the one last year.

Miletta's mouth twitched upwards. Indeed. Once everyone was settled in, she said, Shall we be off?

Of course. Gilliam.

With that one word, the carriage set off again. They traveled at a leisurely pace that didn't jostle the passengers.

The two maids sat silent and still while Lady Tarea and Lord Siltern conversed. The main topic of talk was on what Miletta planned to do next, but she slyly pushed away the answer and steered the conversation towards what he was up to.

Aside from the snow damage, business is well as always. I have been meaning to replace the roof, so I suppose the snow helped in that regard. You should drop by sometime. We finished renovations a few weeks back and have entirely new ceiling art designed by Gruveil.

A Gruveil work would be a sight. Come pick me up from work one of these days, Miletta said.

Of course. What sort of music would you like? I'll see what I can arrange.

Something spectacular.

Lord Siltern smiled. You know that isn't a style of music.

I know, Miletta responded dryly.

He let out a nod. Something spectacular it is, then.

Without anything to do, Selaf glanced out the window, only with her eyes, not with her face. She recognized the area they were passing. Important buildings were on both sides of the carriage. They were museums, information stations and government offices. The buildings here were older, and if possible, even more menacing compared to the rest of the city. Compared to the rest of the city, this area had a feel of old power, like an elder who spoke inarguable words of wisdom.

Far in the distance was a tower of unknown black material that shot towards the sky. Heavy fog around the area obscured just how tall the structure went. Light from symbols glowed softly through the mist. Several thick rings were around the tower, supported by sturdy pillars of iron and steel. The rings were actually buildings carried by the side of the central tower. That was the key tower, where all of the governing was conducted.

They weren't heading to the key tower. Down the street, there was a wide structure that was only two levels tall, unlike the rest of the buildings in the area. Many carriages were parked in front of the great white hall. Many wealthy, well-dressed people were getting off. More were in the process of entering. The women were elegant, moving in sweeping motions. The men were powerful and proud with their straight postures. Staff members drove the carriages away, to be parked all along the street. Large statues framed the entrance with their raised arms. Colorful banners, gilded with gold, lazily drifted in the breeze. Etched into a stone plate above the door was the words Glisten Hall in deep cut cursive.

Miletta and Radils approached the main entrance, where host was waiting. Following behind them were the two maids and the butler.

The host looked at the coming guests, stone faced. A very good evening to you, sir and lady. Your names?

Miletta Tarea. This is Radils Siltern, my guest. She raised her hand, motioning behind her. These are my maids. This is his butler.

Ah, yes. Very good, Lady Tarea. You may enter.

The inside of the hall was amazingly vibrant and lavish. Just the antechamber was furnished with deep-red carpet and giant vases. Passing through a set of shiny, wooden double-doors was the main hall, where the party was taking place. Curtains made from crystal beads hung over the windows. Light passed through the dazzling prisms in a rainbow of colors. Solid and stylish tables were set up around the side of the room. An open bar was located in the corner. Behind the bartender were shelves of bottles. Their alluring clear and amber colors drew many people. Up above was a work of art. The entire ceiling was one great painting of tall towers and wide skies, giving the illusion of a great space.

In the center of the room, a woman strummed on a lyre larger than she was. The instrument's frame was of solid gold. Its strings vibrated in the light with every pluck, sending soft tones through the room. The musician wore a dress so long that formed a large circle on the ground. All around, waiters and waitresses carried drinks and appetizers.

Wait against the wall, Miletta said. If you're good, I might give you a snack. You are free to speak to others here.

Yes, Lady Tarea, both maids said.

Selaf, try engaging other servants.

To that, Selaf didn't say anything. Her head lowered just a bit before coming back up again.

Wait here, too, Gilliam, Lord Siltern ordered.

The silver-haired butler, of course, didn't speak. He just nodded.

They took up positions against the wall where other people were standing. Not everyone around looked to be servants. Some of them were assistants or lower-ranked people accompanying their bosses.

Conversation drifted through the air, all full of false happiness according to Selaf. Watching everyone made her feel sick. Many of these people had a huge amount of power, and they had no idea what to do with it. Others had a lot of influence. They used that to snake into the minds of the content, whispering sweet words about vague future promises. Everything here had unpleasant undertones for Selaf. The satisfied wealthy disgusted her, and the ambitious ones frightened her. Of the two groups, her master was of the latter side.

As Selaf believed, such a place wasn't for her at all. Even if she was allowed the freedom to do as she pleased, she would simply hide in the corner. She felt a bit of relief because Sophy and Gilliam were here.

What is this party even for? Selaf muttered.

Lady Tarea still happened to be nearby. In her hand was a flute glass filled with bubbling white liquid. This is a quarterly party held by Anmaul executives, she explained. Officially, this is a meeting between them and the powerful of the city. Of course they need to show off. A huge party is thrown. Foreign dignitaries are invited as well. Look there. She raised her glass towards a group of people wearing blue. They are from Betaia.

Looking closer, Selaf could tell that the people from Betaia dressed differently. Their style of clothing, while not as opulent as the ones from Sorcnon, was no less regal. Everything was measured to the perfect length with the cuffs and collars made stiff from metal plates.

None are here from Thalliance, though, Lord Siltern noted as he looked around the room. Unless we stopped inviting them, something I wouldn't mind at all.

Nor I, Miletta said.

The small lecture ended as Miletta was pulled away. Many people were eager to talk to the one that organized last year's end of year event. In just one night, a vice-president had gone from barely known to being sought after by many. One of the council members had gone over as well, Council Member Havel, an older, spindly woman. She seemed to be inquiring about the coincidence of many Shining Sun Order members being captured at the same location as the end of year event.

Selaf couldn't hear what was being said. Miletta didn't look worried at all, however. She simply laughed off the comment and said some words that must have put the council member at ease. Sophy was looking around the room, longing to partake in some of the treats being passed around. None of the staff even gave a second look to the ones standing next to the wall. Nearby, one of the assistants from some company was eyeing them. When Selaf looked at him, he turned away as if he never looked at them at all.

There were a few familiar faces around the room, such as the council members. Council Member Havel they had already seen up close. A sixth one was around as well, one that wasn't present when Selaf had went to a hearing last year. They were spread out among the room talking animatedly among a small group of people. From parts of conversations, Selaf gathered that the people were all company owners looking for favors such as tax breaks or regulation changes.

Watching all the false smiles and subtle body twitches of annoyance made Selaf's stomach churn. With lips pressed together tightly and one arm grabbing the other, she backed away. A white wall of stone was just behind her, but she could still slide towards the corner, where she was even further out of the way. Even the corner of the room was filled with light, however. Before she could take one step, a hand grabbed her wrist.

Where are you going? Sophy asked.

Selaf gave a meek attempt at pulling away, but the firm pressure around her wrist only tightened. Just over there, to the corner.

Come on, you can't see anything from over there.

What am I looking at exactly?

Well, uh, look over there. Sophy motioned with a half raised hand with fingers pressed together. See the youngish looking man with a glass of red wine?

Yes.

That's Lord Hughard Blonts, the owner of Railpane and Lady Tarea's boss.

He looks out of place. Selaf wasn't just referring to the owner's age, which was younger than all others. The way he carried himself wasn't as certain as the rest. He just danced into and out of conversations, not really staying in one place for long.

Hughard Blonts had sort of a boyish charm at the way he wondered at everything. His hair was straw-blond and bounced off the light. Wide eyes looked excitedly around the room, though they didn't look keen to engage much.

Yeah, I think so too. But maybe that's just his style. I mean, he is owner of one of the most successful companies in Sorcnon. If I remember right, his grandfather was the one that turned the business towards trains. Before, the company mainly dealt in iron and steel workings. They already had all the needed metal anyway. Then his father made the company powerful and active all throughout Sorcnon.

Such a good father for him, Selaf said glumly. And where is his dad? Why does he own the company now?

His father died a few years back. I don't know how.

So once again the parents just leave, disappointing the child and letting them handle everything.

Hey, Sophy called out sharply, you don't need to be so critical of parents. It's not like his father chose to die.

Selaf let out a derisive click of her tongue. Nothing I've heard makes me particularly care about them.

Lord Blonts is doing well, though. The status of Railpane hasn't diminished one bit since the days of his father.

If you say so. I don't know this stuff, Selaf said. While speaking, she had tried to slip away, but the grip that kept her there remained vigilant.

Sophy gasped when she saw a blue-haired woman go up and talk with the owner of Railpane. It was Chairée Bellre, his personal assistant. Though Sophy had never met her directly, she still felt a sudden lump in her throat and the pace of her heart quickening.

What’s wrong? Selaf asked due to the fingers tightening around her wrist.

Nothing! Sophy said as she quickly stepped in front to block Selaf’s view of the woman. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Hey look, it’s Commander Rapsard!

Indeed, the commander was here, dressed in a fine uniform. Selaf could never tell the commander’s gender, so she decided to refer to