#fictionfriday, number 60

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 woke and stretched. The sun was just beginning to break into the temple and the ancient gong sounded. The rest of the faithful stirred and rose to their knees. The ancient gong sounded again and their morning ritual began. They bowed their heads in preparation for the passing of Verai’me, the Goddess of Morning.

Dro’diss felt the heat of the goddess pass before him, envisioning her in his mind as he did every morning. 

The gong sounded again as Verai’me descended into the temple grounds. 

Dro’diss leaned forward, touching his forehead 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. 

The sun rolled through the valley as Dro’diss moved through the grounds. The faithful were continuing to provide for each other preparing food, drink, working the orchards and pastures, and tending to the Eternal Grove.

Towards the evening, the clouds fell over the mountains and filled the valley with a chill and the rain came. Mist filled the temple grounds. 

Dro’diss spent the evening in the abbey visiting with those who were too ill to attend to the temple. 

The gong eventually sounded, calling them to the temple for the procession of the Goddess of Evening.

Dro’diss proceeded to the temple and it was not long before Istai’me passed by bringing the night and rest for the faithful.

The days passed into weeks and weeks passed into months and months passed into years and years passed into centuries. 

Dro’diss knelt every day in the temple for the passing of Verai’me in the morning and of Istai’me in the evening. Every day the faithful continued to work the land and provide for themselves and the Eternal Grove.

The valley grew cold in the winter season, hot in the summer season, and cool in the fall. The trees in the surrounding forest died and returned to life over and over, again and again.

But the Eternal Grove stood without failing as did the faithful.

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!

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