to flow upward clouding the air. Pain drenched screams and the sounds of clashing metal resonated off the rock laden walls.
deep male voiced yelled from behind her.
“Get to the door!”
The Priestess tossed and turned. Her hands tensely gripped the white silk sheets of her white canopy bed.
As the hooded
woman approached the tunnel’s end
her paced slowed. The screams ceased and a deafening quiet stilled the atmosphere. She paused and stared at two soot covered colossal stone doors.
Their hearts pounded in unison, as sense of deep dread whiskedthrough the sleeping priestess. Through a dreamy haze she peered through the hooded
Wiping the soot away with her hands she raised her lantern. Its light illuminated
images of war engraved upon the door. As she scanned across its stone scape, visuals of winged beingsbattling a titanic six-headed dragon came into view.
The Priestess pleaded
eave it be.
Two large circular handles suited for giants among men rested aboveher head
The hooded woman reached up grabbed one and pulled. Slowly it opened, a loud breathy groan emanated from within. Intense heated air rushed from the sealed room. The stenchof brimstone and ash chocked the air. Gasping for a clean breath the hooded woman and the priestess coughed. The hooded women slowly entered, once inside she stood on a rocky narrowledge overlooking a massive fiery abyss.
At the same time, outside the priestess’ door, her huge yet humble bodyguard, Gregory
Armstrong made his hourly rounds. He wore a white suit trimmed with gold. His trousers andcollared shirt were white. It had gold button which matched its cuffs. Gregory was a Tectons, arace of giants known to be great architect. Few were chosen for royal duties, and fewer accepted
the task. Though it’s considered an honor to be bestowed such duties, most would rather draft
and build instead. Gregory bulky yet muscular eight-foot frame strolled gracefully down theimmaculate hallway. He sported a full beard, and his curly silver locks rested on his shoulders.Chrystal chandelier lights hung from the vaulted ceiling illuminating the hallways. The floorswere white marble the walls were a mixture of white sandstone and brick. Gold etching lined its baseboards. The night was nearly quiet; he could hear the whispers of the younger priestesses, ashe passed by their room doors. In passing
, Gregory knocked on their door. “Go to sleep ladies,”
he said in soft yet assertive tone.
“Yes, Sir Gregory,” they replied.
He waited for their whispers to fade away. Even though he knew they would continueonce he left. His duty was not to enforce behavior, but to ensure their safety. The parents of Almarna had the option to send their daughters, to the sanctuary to train. Of course it was strictlyvoluntary. The High King
wouldn’t have it any other way
. To force one into the order wasconsidered a capital offence. Once there the students were given the title Geni, which wasAncient Almarnan for
beginner. After they’ve completed seven Prayer Rites within one of the
seven Kingdoms of Almarna, they are granted the title Priestess. Most girls were sent there at theage of six. Some would seek holy guidance much later in life. The High Priestess Claire Munset,