Free Silver Cathedral Saga by Marcus Riddle

horrible things
to their own kind; so they could go back into their own fake world.
That is why it has been banned.”
    “How
fascinating,” said Eleanor, being more intrigued than frightened
now.
    “There is
no doubt that it is interesting,” said Christian. “But I think you
should take your own advice Ematay, and keep focused.
    “You cheeky
beggar,” said Ematay. “Although you have a point. We should
continue.”
    They all
turned their heads to see there were more narrow paths that
followed the wider one now.

    To
their surprise, the narrow path didn’t last long; it led them to
more of a room that the Pixies were just in.
    A one where
statues laid in every corner. The carved stones resembled
themselves in many ways, and the fourth must have been the horse
they let go before. Eleanor knew this because the animal had a dark
brown patch of fur on the back, near its tail. It was scratched
onto the stone to give the same effect.
    “By Emae
and Remor,” said Eleanor. “It’s… us. She looked at the statue of
herself.” About two seconds later, she noticed both of what was her
eyes faded away—and became vibrant red jewels. “Rubies,” she said
to herself bending down to take a closer look.
    She noticed
the blue light from the star now stopped in this room before
everybody else on the floor.
    The others
examined each of the statues before facing their own.
    The jewels
suddenly presented themselves to who they were carved from whilst
they looked upon them. As if they were presenting the right
onlooker with a present.
    “Christian,
two of my eyes has just turned into red gems… of course. The two
jewels, they are the eyes.”
    “Mine too,”
said Ematay.
    “Could
these statues be ‘the ones with jewels’. The ones which ‘will help
you’, or us, ’plenty’? These folks never do anything straight
forward, do they.”
    Christian
took the red jewels from the eyes. Instantly, he could see people
move within one of the rubies, although when he tilted it, they
were not inside, like they appeared. They were just being shown to
him. The same with both gems.
    “Pick up
both of your jewels.” They done just that. “Well, can you see
anything?”
    “No,” said
Ematay, “I can see the Silver cathedral instead. No people.” His
eyes saw the familiar place he lived.
    The
cathedral was flying on what looked like a rock of some sort.
Little did people imagine it would be between the land in the air,
and the sea below. It was hidden under the land, floating far
enough above the water to not cause ripples and signal its
whereabouts whilst it remained unseen. At the same time, it looked
as if the rock was one with the structure, and intertwined with
it.
    The rock
was great in scale and depth. Though it looked more like windows,
for seeing around an entire three hundred and sixty degrees, like a
’watch tower’, but not so much a tower: It was more like a ‘watch
under’. All of this could be seen as the Silver Cathedral was
floating in the gem; with a red tint to it because of the jewel.
There was no silver to give the place its exact name, at least not
from Ematay’s sight of it right now.
    “I can,”
said Eleanor. As she finished saying her last word, all the jewels
glowed a vicious scarlet, and covered the naturally built room over
the slow formation of time.

A Silver Start

    It
happened abruptly. All six of their eyes were adjusting to the
brightness that took hold.
    It was some
time before they saw anything remotely clear in front.
    “Ematay,”
said the King of Astora. The man of royal blood wore a silver robe
with finely sewn swans upon the cuffs of each sleeve. The rope that
held the majestic material closed was also silver, but with a
different tint than the long material he wore, a softer one.
    “Yes,” said
Ematay as he bowed.
    Eleanor and
Christian followed the Star-caster’s actions.
    “Children?”
said the king.
    “They made
their way here all the way from the village of Hiva Aura; to