Before the Fire Burns
Chapter Twelve // Before the Fire Burns
At dawn, they entered the Pinnacles. Eventually, the call rang through the decks. “All hands, to your posts! We approach the target!”
At dawn, they entered the Pinnacles. Eventually, the call rang through the decks. “All hands, to your posts! We approach the target!”
Brisk footsteps echoed down the corridor. Their pace spoke of urgency. Olive rubbed her eyes and sat up; Rush paused his thirty-fourth circle of the morning. A blue-coated captain came into view. “Your trial commences today,” said Vance. “We must hurry.”
New Atlantis sat on the steep banks of a sea, covering the hills like a rug. Seaships steamed in and out of the docks. A colossal stone obelisk seemed to attract droves of airships like bees around a flower.
He tossed and turned through a sleepless night. The question pounded him again and again: What should I do? As the moon sunk below the horizon, he finally found an answer.