bodman54
Supernova
- Joined
- May 27, 2018
- Location
- Rhode Island, USA
This high up in the Tower you could pretend that there was no world below. Clouds passed around and under where Dekter was standing, obscuring the ground thousands of feet below him. The quiet hum of the machinery that kept the room comfortable had faded into the background over the years but was still there, always reminding him that no matter how much people postured, their power was fragile. If things began to break it was unclear about who would fix it. Certainly not the denizens of the upper floors. They would never dirty their hands doing actual labor. And they would never dream of letting those who lived down in the bowels of the Tower and the buildings that had spread out from the base like lichen on a tree climb higher than necessary. They liked to believe that it was the way it had always been and how it should be. Those blessed by the ancients to have gotten to the top of the Tower stayed there. Those who didn't stayed in the dirt.
But Dekter believed different. Nothing separated the families that established themselves at the top of the Tower from those that were stuck in the Depths except luck. If someone could level the playing field then maybe they could rebuild the world.
Sighing, he turned from the window, moving back into his rooms. Away from the windows and away from the clouds that obscured the ground. Like the rest of the Tower the walls and floor were made of sterile metal, giving it a cold feeling that each resident attempted to get rid of in their own way. Or at least most of them did. Some leaned into it, ensuring nothing but metal greeted their guests.
Dekter didn't like that idea though and did his best to bring color and life into his room. His parents called him eccentric but that word had lost all meaning. Because with the power the residents of the upper levels had, the technology at their fingertips, nothing was too outlandish for them. So in a way, Dekter was a little eccentric. He always enjoyed getting artifacts from the Old World or crafts from the depths. His desire to bring the two worlds together had put him in contact with a skilled smuggler who was able to traverse the levels of the Tower with ease.
His slippered feet made no sound as he walked across the carpeted floor, the warm browns and greens apparently depicting the Great Forest that stretched across much of the world from the base of the Tower out. He didn't know, having never been even halfway down his entire life. But that was possibly all about to change. If Erika ever showed up. He hoped she did because he needed her help more than ever and was willing to pay whatever she needed for it. He'd set himself on a path that put him in direct conflict with the powers that be in the Tower, including his own family. If he didn't get out then he would just disappear forever and nothing would ever change.
"Where are you," he mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth across the carpet. He didn't even consider that this might be the last time he saw these rooms. All the artifacts he'd gathered, proudly displayed for any guests to enjoy. Everything he worked for would be ruined if he couldn't escape before people found out what he had done.
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Thousands of feet down and a world away Nylian jumped from branch to branch, breath pounding in his ears as he raced through the treetops. The soft phwft of arrows flying through the leaves caused him to duck and swerve, laughing as the ones chasing him missed their shots. He didn't fault them though. He'd grown up in these branches. He was climbing before he could even walk. No one was more comfortable dodging and weaving high above the ground than he was.
With a yell of victory, he reached up and grabbed the red cloth that had been placed the night before by the trainers, signaling his victory over his "pursuers". Hoping down to the ground he presented the flag to the elders, proving that once again he was more capable than anyone they tested him against.
"Satisfied," he asked as he fought to catch his breath. He never understood why they kept throwing these tests at him. Wasn't he ready to leave the village and go defend their way of life against the invaders from the Tower? What more did the want from him?
But Dekter believed different. Nothing separated the families that established themselves at the top of the Tower from those that were stuck in the Depths except luck. If someone could level the playing field then maybe they could rebuild the world.
Sighing, he turned from the window, moving back into his rooms. Away from the windows and away from the clouds that obscured the ground. Like the rest of the Tower the walls and floor were made of sterile metal, giving it a cold feeling that each resident attempted to get rid of in their own way. Or at least most of them did. Some leaned into it, ensuring nothing but metal greeted their guests.
Dekter didn't like that idea though and did his best to bring color and life into his room. His parents called him eccentric but that word had lost all meaning. Because with the power the residents of the upper levels had, the technology at their fingertips, nothing was too outlandish for them. So in a way, Dekter was a little eccentric. He always enjoyed getting artifacts from the Old World or crafts from the depths. His desire to bring the two worlds together had put him in contact with a skilled smuggler who was able to traverse the levels of the Tower with ease.
His slippered feet made no sound as he walked across the carpeted floor, the warm browns and greens apparently depicting the Great Forest that stretched across much of the world from the base of the Tower out. He didn't know, having never been even halfway down his entire life. But that was possibly all about to change. If Erika ever showed up. He hoped she did because he needed her help more than ever and was willing to pay whatever she needed for it. He'd set himself on a path that put him in direct conflict with the powers that be in the Tower, including his own family. If he didn't get out then he would just disappear forever and nothing would ever change.
"Where are you," he mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth across the carpet. He didn't even consider that this might be the last time he saw these rooms. All the artifacts he'd gathered, proudly displayed for any guests to enjoy. Everything he worked for would be ruined if he couldn't escape before people found out what he had done.
--
Thousands of feet down and a world away Nylian jumped from branch to branch, breath pounding in his ears as he raced through the treetops. The soft phwft of arrows flying through the leaves caused him to duck and swerve, laughing as the ones chasing him missed their shots. He didn't fault them though. He'd grown up in these branches. He was climbing before he could even walk. No one was more comfortable dodging and weaving high above the ground than he was.
With a yell of victory, he reached up and grabbed the red cloth that had been placed the night before by the trainers, signaling his victory over his "pursuers". Hoping down to the ground he presented the flag to the elders, proving that once again he was more capable than anyone they tested him against.
"Satisfied," he asked as he fought to catch his breath. He never understood why they kept throwing these tests at him. Wasn't he ready to leave the village and go defend their way of life against the invaders from the Tower? What more did the want from him?