Maral walking into the City Enlightenment; her heart pounding. She felt alone even though Wisdom had assured her she would be there. Maral was aware of a faint hum in her mind but focused instead on her surroundings; the hum faded away.
The absence of sound made the tap of her shoe upon the pavement echo. This quickly drew the attention of many Scribes. Irritated, they investigated who it was making all the racket which interrupted their important work.
The Scribes’ appearance was disturbing. Their skin appeared to be bleached from the lack of exposure to the sun. Their hair was shaven, even the women. Their posture was chronically bent over from endless hours at desks. They all appeared to be ancient. Their expression was sour.
Their appearance alone would have made Maral’s heart fail and defeat her purpose but for a compassionate resolve which filled her heart. She believed this was Wisdom’s doing. She was seeing them through Wisdom’s eyes, with pity and compassion.
She made her way deep into this city, to the monument of a distorted Wisdom. She stood upon the monument’s pedestal to get a better vantage point. A huge crowd had assembled. They looked mostly annoyed and angry but also curious.
“I come to you,” she began. She was going to explain how Wisdom had sent her, but the crowd began to contort their faces and stomp their feet. It was such an odd thing that she was shocked into silence.
She felt a heavy weight pressing upon her shoulders. Her mind registered that before the diet of Wisdom’s odd bread this weight would have driven her into the ground. Now she stood tall, acknowledging the weight but not being affected by it. Maral saw the crowd was transforming in a moment it would be a mob.
“Wisdom sent me to tell you,” she tried again. They started kicking up the white dust that covered the ground. It choked Maral. She felt fear breathing on her neck as the crowd surged forward to grab her. She hoped they only planned to throw her out of the city but there was a call for blood in the eyes of those closest to her. She scampered up the monument….
To be continued…