Welcome to #fictionfriday. Each Friday, I’m going to dedicate to something that has to do with novels, short stories, or even brief pieces. I may write some history pieces for the world of Tasguliere, pieces that have emerged since the publication of my first book, or create a whole new story. I also could review or speak in depth about some particularly interesting pieces of writing that are out there. Sit back, read, and enjoy.
Today, we continue the journey of Malair.
Dro’diss sat with his legs folded under him, head bowed and eyes closed. He felt the heat of the goddess Verai’me pass in front of him.
He did not need to open his eyes to see her. He could see her in his mind.
Her skin dark as night, her eyes fierce, her hair long and streaked with bright reds and yellows, her posture tall and regal, the soft cloth draped around her like the stars wrapped the sky at night.
She graced the temple every morning bringing new life to the grounds. Her sister, Istai’me, walked the grounds at night, bringing death again.
Dro’diss would sit in reverence of both just as the other faithful in the Zue’do Order.
The ancient gong sounded as Verai’me descended from the temple grounds. Dro’diss leaned forward and touched his head to the ground.
“Bless this land Goddess of the Morning. Let life come again, Verai’me.” His voice was deep and echoed with the others in the main temple.
Dro’diss pushed himself up from his prostrate position and stood. The other faithful moved out of the main temple in a flow down the great stairs into the courtyard of the grounds.
At the top of the great stairs, Dro’diss stopped and looked over the scene below him. Grass grew lushly with flowering bushes and trees and the faithful wandered off to their tasks for the day. Off to the left the orchards and pastures stood in the distance with the kitchens closer. The living quarters and abbey rested to the right, partially hidden in the forest. All around, mountains rose, their snow covered peaks bright in the sunlight. And the in the midst of it all, the Eternal Grove rose.
Five massive trees rose from the midst of the grove. A blooming cherry tree on one side of the grove allowed petals to fall day and night, and a deformed tree that appeared to be dead rose on the other side of the grove. A smaller tree, one with red leaves stood to the front of the grove, closest to the main temple. Another with deep purple, almost black, leaves like vines seemed to take over the grove. But the tallest was a great silver tree that rose tall and straight like an arrow with enormous silver leaves.
The trees that never died and guarded the Zue’do Order.
Dro’diss closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the sweet air from the Goddess of the Morning fill his lungs.
He straightened his habit and set about his own task of checking on all those who were here. As the leader of the Zue’do Order, it fell to him to ensure that all of the faithful were fulfilling their duties.
He wandered through the orchards and pastures, dipping his head in return as the faithful bowed to him. He broke his fast alone, plucking a kison fruit from a tree. The juice burst with flavor in his mouth and he felt his strength rise. As the day waned, he spent time in the abbey speaking quietly with some of the children before assuming his place in the main temple.
The ancient gong sounded three times and the remainder of the faithful assembled, taking their places. He closed his eyes and felt the room grow cold.
He could see the Goddess of Evening in his mind. Her skin was dark as night like her sister’s, her hair long and streaked with dark blues and purples. Her eyes hard as ice and she stood tall and fierce. Her body was shrouded in shadows, silver streaked in brief glances as she moved.
She passed and the ancient gong sounded.
“Bless our lives Goddess of Evening. Guide us through our end, Istai’me.” Dro’diss’ head was pressed to the ground as he let rest overtake his body.
That’s it for today’s #fictionfriday! Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts. Pick up a copy of Plight of the Carnor, J.B. Patricks’ first novel from Amazon in paperback or get the Kindle version and learn even more about Tasguliere!