chapter 1- the singer
Stepping through the unpleasant greys of mills coated with soot corroding the other wise colourful environment, blocking the view of what could have been a group of beautiful parks or fine art museums had the times been slightly different, a young man saunters through the business district of Tilisli gazing from the tall 5 story giants to simple stores selling extravagantly shaped tools for craftsmanship. wrenches bent inwards, numerous screws with strange embedded designs, stopping at the window
the boy caught his reflection dumbfounded brown eyes shone with a growing urgent gleam, strands of blonde hair leaking down his face into view momentarily masking his vision up until they were shoved somewhat into place atop his hairline. A white buttoned long sleeve shirt adorned his lean frame atop that is a casual green trench coat wrapping around his shoulders loosely clenched in his hand was a beat up leather case dangling in his grip.
casting his gaze back to the long cobble road to his right, the sounds of galloping grew by the moment captured his attention to the carriage rushing behind him within an exuberant gentlemen stretched his lips upwards as if reminiscing of a great time in his life laughing and chuckling to himself as he yelled his good mornings to the women in his vicinity. the boy chuckled to himself picking up his pace as he moved into a pack of cheers and jeers thrown back "how, a man in his 40's married with kids might i add could show the audacity to catch a young woman's attention will always baffle me, does he not have a single ounce of shame in his body??" of course he had no reason to judge the now passing carriage-man considering his plans for the day. street performance in Intis after all was one of the more eye-catching hobbies he loved so dearly.
arriving at the entrance of a large open town square the boy quickly ushered to the centre plopping his briefcase open to reveal an open casing with "donations" sewn on clumsily to its roof. now having freed up his hands the boy eagerly brought his hands to his neck pulling a pendant with a glorious golden sun into view. whispering a quick prayer and raising his hands high reverently hugging the distant glowing fireball beaming its holiness down onto him, in he took a deep breath a smile stretching his face anticipation building as though this moment was a once in a lifetime opportunity "PRAISE THE SUN, for thou art the most brilliant light the world has ever seen your warm embrace falls upon every one of our worlds inhabitants and we worship you eternally in return." "I Lucas Fournier dedicate this hymn to your glory whilst my time under your glory isn't forever i pray your radiance captures my words for years to come!" Lowering my hands i clear my breath satisfied with the declaration and the attention i had garnered from the surrounding citizens. i turned to the nearest pillar fit with the gallant frame of the great emperor Roselle and leaped upon the base of the pillar and then onto his shoulder seating myself somewhat comfortably enough so to take yet another deep breath and let out my first song.
Suddenly the area erupted in waves of joy, the glee Lucas had felt moments before seem to travel through the wandering men and women drawing them in and lightening their daily burden the faith Lucas garnered over the years amplified the effects of his song. As his chorus began the suns beams shone brighter upon him perhaps as a result of his prayer the light encompassed his passion, his message interconnected to the light of the world. the empty square progressively began to fill with the awe of dozens of familiar faces such as lady Lorraine a young noble woman who had arrived to
Midseashire several weeks ago and quickly became a favourite amongst the male population her brazen behaviour matched with her bright colourful dresses seemingly growing more picturesque every day grabbing more and more attention from the male populace by the day. attached to her side was a tall exotic man he had never seen before. covered in a tan seen only in the southern continent. this man stood proudly, sneering at the men who dared to enjoy "his" woman for too long. how ironic that a man who looks to come from the colonies of Intis would show himself so openly to the public who oppressed his people. he stuck out like a sore thumb wearing a plain black silk suit woven by wealth itself, hints of strange feathers attached to his shoulders as guards and top hat looking like a crown as if he were some highland prince trying and finding difficulty to disguise himself as an Intisian
the reactions of the two varied. the unnamed male looked knowingly at me he acted as though he knew a secret no-one else was privy too he tensed his jaw deepening his frown whilst clutching the young Lorraine's hand a little tighter than before. Lorraine her smile once unconcerned tensed the woman who should be no less than a baroness gazed about the crowd with the distraction my song presented her and the crowd she stood behind eyeing the men discreetly and winking at those who caught her eye, it was clear Lorraine had no interest in her partner any longer holding some ulterior motives for staying next to him, clearly their contrasting personalities proved this.
focusing my attention back onto my singing resulted in the note breaking the trance of joy snapping and most importantly the yelling of nearby law enforcement catching on to the young man perched on the broad shoulder of emperor Roselles statue. Jumping down its back i rolled across the pavement receiving light scratches on my arms in return. given the head start i dashed to the suitcase filled with small coins several denominations of 2-3 verl d'or the passerby's had dropped penny's in appreciation for my song, i closed the case locked it and took the head start to dash into the nearby plains street a more lively area i often use as an escape from the dim factories i was forced to travel across to reach the singular eternal blazing sun church i frequented this was my destination.