Andromeda; The City

[Yamnothere 197]

They only built the city at night, to be bathed in the light of the moon and stars, but most of all to be guided by Andromeda. She had helped them become who they were now, so trust in the celestial body was necessary. City and Nation would stand, as pale as the moon above them, directing the working nomads as if they were slavers. The nomads though did not care, this was exciting, no longer would they sleep on the dirt and move in tents but rather stay in one place, and be bathed in the holy light of the creator.

It was peace, and love. Every brick was brought from the earth, left out to dry in the blistering sun, and placed at night. They had moved close to the shore, where scattered trees would grow in the soft plains. The three travelers would show them how to plant and harvest a material they were unfamiliar with, wood. Soon the great city of the nation Andromeda would start to breathe with the earth, to become one with the sky.

Growth would consume it as it began to stretch slowly across the lands, the same motivation driving the desperate nomads, the motivation to have something to finally care about that weren’t the actual people, but rather materialistic.

The art and organization of the great city was scattered. City and Nation never governed the growth of buildings and changed their minds constantly about the layout and design. In some sectors the city was nomadic, using sandstone and sometimes wood to adorn the sides, big and lofty as if they were still in the desert among the vicious sandstorms.

Others were northern, long wooden houses that had low and crowded ceilings, unable to hold anyone taller than six foot. They stretched along the higher plains, compromising to the dipping and harsh wind that seemed to shape them low to the ground.

By the coast a long stretch of a dock would form. Grown with wood, and small shacks finding themselves nestled underneath to house to fishers and the dockworkers. The houses would seem to rise out of the water like the jagged driftwood that ended up along the shores.

Large stone houses carved out of the earth itself seemed to create the wall that protected the city, built into it, more like carved out of the lopsided form of protection.

The city was in no way something to behold in the terms of grand, but it had it’s own charm. Average people, with a non-continuous train of thought, built the city that seemed to be rising from the ground as if the ground itself spat it out itself. No one was an architect, and the city was built according to the environmental factors that changed in each sector. The city was a human being, imperfect, but beautiful.

Markets would bustle along the bumpy and uneven roads, selling different foods and items according to the unorganized area it belonged to. There were no circles of buildings, but rather the type of building built corresponded to the area it belonged too.

When wealth became a factor of the newfound currency, mansions of stone and wood, stretching as far as one can see started to anchor them to the scenery, causing the classes to separate, the poorer remaining in the desolate and depressing shacks along the shore, or in the crowded and short long houses on the hills.

The star that was earth bound grew in width, in size, almost as big as Andromeda in the sky. The people enjoyed a temporary peace, one of prosperity.

Though it didn’t last, the King maddened with power and the queen died in a bath of red blood. The city became uproar; City and Nation were killed in their sleep. The poor wanted the protection they were promised; everyone forgot the pride of their star, the pride of Andromeda.

Order became a necessity.

Blood splashed the lopsided streets of the new city, and along the palace’s floors.

Fire consumed the souls of the poor and of the noble, not warming their homes.

Passion turned into hatred, greed that maddened the weak.

The city needed a new order, before the star upon earth burned out and died, to become a ruin among the bleak and deserted land.

A prince born of violet eyes became the only hope Andromeda had left.

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[Knox213 10]

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