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The Midnight Visitor
“It’s none of your fucking business,” Fiearius snapped viciously, standing up from his seat at the dinner table defiantly.
“Damned if it isn’t!” his father spat back, doing the same. His chair caught the momentum and flew back across the floor several feet. “You’ll tell me what the hell you were doing out all day when you were supposed to be here helping prepare for tomorrow. You live under my roof, you follow my rules.”
“Well maybe I just won’t live under your roof anymore,” was Fiear’s poisonous response, backing away from the table a few steps.
“Oh is th
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"You can't hide in here all night, Leta."
In response, the eighteen-year-old young woman mustered a long, dramatic groan that lasted approximately ten seconds and filled the entire kitchen. The marble countertop was slick and cool against her forehead, where she dropped it dramatically and covered her head with her arms. From the dining hall nearby, she could hear the murmurs of a hundred voices chattering, boasting, laughing -- the warm, happy din of a Concordia party in her very own sprawling home. A Concordia party she was determined to avoid.
Much to Vinia's irritation. Vinia was the Adler family chef and tonight's bartender and server.
The First Concordia
Long ago, before colonization, our ancestors lived on a great and massive ship that sailed through space for hundreds of years. This ship was called the Ark and the people upon it were divided into five districts.
The first district was made up of scientists and engineers. These people took care of the ship and made sure it ran safely and smoothly.
The second district housed the healers, who took care of the sick and needy.
In the third district lived the farmers. The farmers grew crops in the ship’s fields and raised livestock so that the residents of the Ark would have food to give their families.
Artisans were in the fourth distr
Caelum Lex Chapter 13: A Ship
With a sudden jolt, Leta jerked awake.
Her eyes flew open and she glanced around. Someone (but who?) had wrapped a ragged blanket around her shoulders, and she grasped it for a moment before relaxing and taking in her surroundings: she was curled on an exam bench in the quiet, dark infirmary.
Moments before, she'd been tangled in the throes of a nightmare. The sleeping vision had started innocently enough: first, she'd been home on Vescent, searching all over her loft for a med kit. Then the landscape changed in a flash. She wasn't at home at all, but in the Dionysian, which was, for some reason, flooded up to her knees with swirling, murky
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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