1st day of Fall, 512 AV Location: Temple of Viratas Cold wind waked Desa up. She rotated over the white sheets, changed her body’s position and hugged the soft white figure next to hers. She can smell death on her shoulders. She suddenly recalled the last moment when she was looking for Chiako’s remains in the tombs. It was just the night before… Desa rose up from her sleep, as she realized counting dead bodies around her. She prevented her self from screaming and nearly bitten her lips. Some were piled with in each other to saved space. All of them were wrapped like silken cocoons and were mummified to preserve. The thin fabric walls surrounded the place projected several shadows of the walking Symenestra visitors. She hurriedly fixed her silken cloak’s hood. A Symenestra then was supposed to get into the chamber, when he was been called by his Dovna. She then scanned for every possible escape routes. She immediately runs through the succeeding chamber temporarily. She panicked; don’t know whether she can go out by the number of crowds present in the entrance door. It's the festival and the first day of the fall. She wondered, why there are still people in the temple? They were supposed to eat and enjoy their festival, not to waste their time roaming the temple. A wide woven net emerge rapidly above her head and snared Desa. The Symenestra trying to choked and suffocate her with his black claws to lose her conscious. Desa cried in despair and begged. The Symenestra slapped her hardly and knocked her down the ground. When the Symenestra taught that she couldn’t fight anymore. She struggled back and put all her remaining strength into a single headbutt and did a groin attack. The Symenestra yelped helplessly. The fight eventually took other’s attention inside the temple. It echoed the silent hallway and chambers… Everybody was alarmed by the mysterious banging noises, they checked on where it came from and saw a Syemenestra laying, crying in fetus position. Hopefully, Desa enabled to encircle the crowd and when someone took noticed of her it was already too late. The man in charge of controlling the pulley doesn’t stop even though from commands of fellow Symenestras. The operator acted deaf and seemed to heard nothing. … He was just staring at Desa and keep the pulley moving til they vanished in the shadowy darkness of the main streets. Desa opened her right hand, showing Chiako's long black Symenestra nail. |