PROLOGUE
The Dean had disappeared into the night, gone for good. The King and Queen though still a bit daft were under the influence of the people and not the witch sister of the Dean. Miria's heart was singing, Hart had told her he loved her. It looked like her life was headed to a happy ending after all.
Miria was a watchmaker like her father and younger sister, Holly. The family's shop was a long established and well respected one, being the very best in watches and clockworks of all kinds right down to the minicule. She had been dragged into the affairs of the city when her family had been taken by the evil behind the rulers of Travail. She escaped with the help of Hart. A stunning and impressive master student at Travail University, Hart was a master of microkenetics, better than most of the professors. The two of them had helped restore the city to normal with a number of other students of magic and brave souls of the township. Hart had taught her how to manipulate things on a micro level with her mind during the struggle. She turned out to be a quick study, and very good.
While her father had given his life in the struggle for freedom, her sister was taking over the shop. Miria and Hart were going to be married this weekend, and live closer to Travail campus they both attended, in the lovely, slightly twisted townhouse of Hart's. Travail was the loveliest city ever imagined again. The sea a perfect blue, the ships in the harbor strong and white sailed, the sky ships floating like steal clouds, the university upon the rock outcrop, ancient as the secrets it kept and imparted. The citizens, women is bright lovely spring dresses, the men in morning coats, even the hawkers in the markets seemed perfect and new. The Castle shining on the opposite peak across the town and white and shiny as the university was dark and stolid.
As Miria looked out though the bright brass telescope on top of the town house, things were just so very perfect...
The Dean had disappeared into the night, gone for good. The King and Queen though still a bit daft were under the influence of the people and not the witch sister of the Dean. Miria's heart was singing, Hart had told her he loved her. It looked like her life was headed to a happy ending after all.
Miria was a watchmaker like her father and younger sister, Holly. The family's shop was a long established and well respected one, being the very best in watches and clockworks of all kinds right down to the minicule. She had been dragged into the affairs of the city when her family had been taken by the evil behind the rulers of Travail. She escaped with the help of Hart. A stunning and impressive master student at Travail University, Hart was a master of microkenetics, better than most of the professors. The two of them had helped restore the city to normal with a number of other students of magic and brave souls of the township. Hart had taught her how to manipulate things on a micro level with her mind during the struggle. She turned out to be a quick study, and very good.
While her father had given his life in the struggle for freedom, her sister was taking over the shop. Miria and Hart were going to be married this weekend, and live closer to Travail campus they both attended, in the lovely, slightly twisted townhouse of Hart's. Travail was the loveliest city ever imagined again. The sea a perfect blue, the ships in the harbor strong and white sailed, the sky ships floating like steal clouds, the university upon the rock outcrop, ancient as the secrets it kept and imparted. The citizens, women is bright lovely spring dresses, the men in morning coats, even the hawkers in the markets seemed perfect and new. The Castle shining on the opposite peak across the town and white and shiny as the university was dark and stolid.
As Miria looked out though the bright brass telescope on top of the town house, things were just so very perfect...
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