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Consistency: 08/08/2022
In Discord Challenges
Ethereal Syb, Hannie
Aug 08, 2022
I knew the Sphinx of the East, or any of the Sphinxes, hated electronics. They hate all the technological advancements humanity has made. In the old times, we were dependent on their race and their brethren, from sprites to witches, but now technology is its own god. Regardless, I hid a phone in my left sock, which was cloaked by my sari. Praying to all the gods who heed, I stepped into the grove. One moment it was empty with a few night-blooming flowers but now, it looked like I was in a cave, lit by crystals and candles. It smelled of incense, candle wax and wet earth. In the center of the cave, was who I came for — The Sphinx of the East, Yalini. “My favorite human descendant! I knew you would come in search of me. We have a lot to catch up on! Oh, and leave your phone on the pedestal with the red crystal. It matters not if you refuse my request, this grove is warded from that pest called technology. Take a seat here. By the way, I love your sari’s shade.” She had her eyes closed but seemed to know everything. Typical. She was in her human form, which was rare but I didn’t think too much of it. “Grandmother… I am not here for useless chatter. I need to know something. Will you Read for me? Your answer will help save millions.” Buttering up to Sphinxes never worked. They would only Read if they wanted. “You know, when the first king, your very great grandfather, came, he did exactly what you’re doing. But he was braver, when I refused, he threatened me. He attacked, I defended, he lost. But he was humble. I Read to him and he stayed the night. You know what happens after that. Also, I heard your daughter married a commoner clockmaker’s granddaughter. Give her my congratulations.” My very great grandmother was born and then the royal line went down, carrying a trickle of the Sphinx’s power. Glowing eyes, ethereal grace, Reading. “Anyway, tell me, Empress Bavani, what must I Read for you?” “I’m sure you know about the Trade Road, from the southern beach to the northern ice mountains and all that. The Republic of Eelam has disrupted the trade flow, and now the taxes and export/imports are going through as they were. The royal treasury is being milked, and within a few years, it will be empty. Please Read and give me a solution. I am willing to pay the price.” Each of the four Sphinxes has a unique price. An emotion, gold, blood and Yalini works through memories. “Very well. Give me your hand.” I place my palm on the table and she clasps it. I feel a surge of power rushing through my veins. “Lovely nail polish shade. The underground market still thrives. Use it for profit. After you think it’s enough, put that new idea from your accountant into mass production. It’s going to be flood season in Haagaram. The Emperor will depend on you to help him. People are going to rush into your country for refuge, don’t close the border. The Emperor is going to pay you handsomely. Within a few months, you'll be ruling the Trade Road.” The coolness of magic is suddenly expelled from my body. “Now, for the price.” She doesn’t let go of my hand. Memories flash before my eyes. My daughter taking her first steps, the peace summit, my daughter’s wedding, my wedding, my coronation. Yalini lets go of my hand and gives me her feline smile. “Thank you. You should go now, you don’t want to be in a Sphinx’s cave at twilight. You’ll also not want to miss what’s happening at the royal palace now.” A wave of unease rushes through me. I ran out of the cave’s mouth, grabbing my phone. What was she talking about?
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Consistency: 08/07/2022
In Discord Challenges
Ethereal Syb, Hannie
Aug 07, 2022
“You, over there! What are you here for, do you have an appointment?” A guard called out for me. Hastily searching for my phone, I drop my bag. It clangs loud, loud enough that other guards look my way. My face turns red. Praying to every god that’s out there, I pull my phone out and open the invitation. The guard looks at it skeptically, frowns and sends me in. I stumble through the luxurious hallways, filled with Maruthan tapestries, Eelam-styled murals of the gods and Nilae’s infamous carpets. It felt illegal to even walk on them. It took me too much time to follow the map on the invitation. The palace was bigger than the temple in the city’s center. Soon enough, I find myself in front of large doors. I knock tentatively. “Come in, clockmaker!” A commanding voice calls from inside the room. Without making haste, I open the doors and step in. I realized too late that this was Her Majesty’s personal office chamber. A revolving throne was perched behind a table filled with papers and documents. “Your-your Majesty, I apologize, I am not the clockmaker you wished for. I am his granddaughter, Gayathri. Please don’t be offended, my grandfather couldn’t make the journey, he’s fallen sick.” I say careful, assessing each word. “You’re not the only one. I’m not the Queen, either. I’m the Princess.” The chair turns around, revealing the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I feel my face go red and quickly bow. “Don’t worry, I care about these formalities. The clock is there. It struck true for millennia until last week. It simply stopped! See what you can do, please.” I knew how clumsy my tongue gets around beautiful women, so I nod rigidly and rush to the clock. I open the lower door and remove the pendulum. It comes off loser than it should. Flipping it over, I see the obvious signs of carelessness — rust. “Your Maj- I mean Princess, who cares for this clock? Because it seems they’re not doing a good job. There’s rust behind the pendulum, the weights. Gods know how bad it is.” “You're telling me the Commander is doing a bad job? Do you suggest I fire him? Because it sure does sound like you do.” A chill crawls down my spine. Oh, what have I done? “My Princess, that is not what I—” “I was joking! The clock’s caretaker has been on vacation for a few months, which is not the commander, mind you. You seem to know a lot about clocks, that’s cute.” The last part almost slips past me. WhatdidshejustsayohmygodIneedsomewate— I start to panic-think, but the Princess changes the topic. “Do you think you can fix it now? Mother wants it done as soon as possible and doesn’t mind paying for the damaged parts, if necessary.” Putting my work mask back on, I answer without any hitch. “Yes, my Princess, I’ll send for the list and return tomorrow. If that's alright with you?” From my periphery, I notice the princess smirk. “Yes, of course. I’ll have it all bought tomorrow. You know, there’s also a broken clock in my chambers. Check it out tomorrow, as well. I’ll pay for both.” “Of course, my Princess, if that is all, may I leave?” Thank the gods, the redness on my face disappeared by the time I stood up. The Princess was short, I realized. She nods and I bow before quickly rushing out. Before I close the door, I hear the Princess say something to herself: “She really doesn’t remember me, huh?”
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Consistency: 08/06/2022
In Discord Challenges
Ethereal Syb, Hannie
Aug 06, 2022
This was it. Decades of meaningless death were coming to an end. The Battle of Valubeht has officially ended. The peace summit was taking place in the Middle Lands, specifically the island of Hulcola. The natives of the land approved for the summit to happen there. Were they threatened, no one knows. But it mattered not. “Natrin! They just went online!” A beautiful voice called for me, shaking me from my thoughts. My husband, Lahlik, is a veteran, who was sent away from the frontlines because he’d become a liability. For that, the gods will always have my faith. Without wasting a moment, I headed for the living room, hearing the clustered voices of many people and an annoying amount of reporters. I hear bits of all languages but know enough to understand what they are saying. “Empress Bavani just docked her ship in the Easter Port. Listen closely! You can hear her palanquin-styled car. And— Just in! King Jeyethas’ ship docked as well, although he doesn’t seem to be on board. In his stead, Prince Prithivi stands proud.” The constant talking becomes a distant buzz in my head. I swipe the remote from the table and turn the TV off. “Babe! What are you doing? This is a historic moment, we can't miss this!” Lahlik protests, reaching for the remote. “Lalu, the Peace Parades are commencing now, and you want to look at some boring summit? You know how these things are, they’re going to say there’s a technical issue and not show the summit. Look on the bright side, we could go outside, have fun, and be proud that this fool’s war is ending. This could be a fresh start for us! We could start that exotic animal store we’ve always wanted. We could adopt kids, and send them off to the most prestigious schools. Let’s let the royals worry about the summit. Please.” This summit would open thousands of opportunities for us. If the war had never happened, we’d have children by now. If this war never happened, Lahlik would have been a teacher. Lahlik sighs and gets up. He goes to get his coat and wallet. “Well, you’re not going to give me the remote, so I might as well get ready. What are you waiting for?” Within minutes, we are out on the cobblestone street, along with hundreds of others. There is music and laughter. Laughter had become a rarity, but now it is abundant. The Parade begins. It is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. The temple bell rings and a voice booms through the public speakers. “Peace has set its hand on this land! May the gods bless us!” Screams erupt all around. The end of something cruel and the start of something beautiful.
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