Honoring or querying the Masti-Queen..

“It is almost time for the light.”
“So soon?”
“Yes.”
“I believe we still have several days before it.”
“No, you are incorrect.”
“I see.”
“Yes, one of us must begin the ceremony by the sun rest.”
“……”
“Is there something wrong.”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“Masti-Queen.”
The conversation cease for a brief moment. The room which the two men were in was so dark that the only glimpse of their existence was exposed by a small light from the bright moon. The rest time was past the normal hour. They should not be up. They were way past curfew even if they were Law Speakers.

The whispers continued uninterrupted as the small light grew smaller. The smell of old-fashioned weed moss filled the air as both were smoking on rich pipes. The faces were quite hidden, they met in the offices were they work. Little to no security was present to which was their reasoning for choosing such a locale. The quiet bantering was in violation of the State, more to the point the Hurras Empire in its infancy. They were important in reality but inwardly influenced by the ruling decree. That voided all self-confidence in believing what they believe was true.

A sad state for Law Speakers.
“She is never wrong.”
“Are you so sure?”
“Do you want to die for such words?”
“Do you want to no soul for freedom for such cowardice.”
The bantering stop again. Someone was angry at the comment of their counterpart. The comment echoed truth, he was sweating within.

“I am not afraid, I will ask for her and stand by my decision.”
“You will?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because the Autumn Star is in it last viewing tonight.”
“Meaning I need to pray to her.”
“Yes.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, leave me be.”

The room emptied, he was alone.  The sweat from within manifested itself outwardly.  His eyes were not still; his hands refuted steadiness. He did not have any answer to such a challenged. He glared out to the night air, the shining white star that crown the night’s sky. The Adomica Woods were a mystery to such a visual of the Autumn Star. Even more is the bright orange like fluorescent visuals that floated among the trees.

Some called them Phantoms. Others in more fearful expression called them the undead servants of the Masti-Queen. The logical mind branded them optical illusions due to no one was able to gain close to deem them any of the other definitions. He on the other hand had not an answer and really did not want one.

He prayed, it was short. He laughed to himself in such a superstition. He walked out of the room and towards the entrance of the woods. It was a direful sight, he did not want to go in there.

He did not, he walked back to the castle.

The ceremony was half done, well not even half done but cherish the moment of the ones who had no belief.

No substance of character.

“I am no longer have fear.”

His hands stop trembling, his eyes were steady in time.  HIs voice spoke harsher yet deeper.  His sweat was no longer cause by emotions of dread.

Emotions of failure and lack of will.

In fact he, this Law Speaker was just as normal as the people he sworn to protect from denouncing unfair laws. He gave way to his own self to which he was shown the last message of a solution.

“I found it,” he smiled as his voice grew more harsher and near mumbling level.

He gave up his own life, in the shadows, in the darken corner.

His body of course was never found.

It was said he lives among the stars, in the dark corner of what scientists call “dark matter.”

Serving the Masti-Queen for all of time.

(This passage was a prequel dialogue inspired by the events of Chapter 5 of Astronomical)