On clear nights, Adan loved to stare at the stars from this gazing deck, but today it only offered him a view of the thickening curtain of dust. The fortified main castle had been built on the high point inside the great walled city. Councilors, commanders, and trade representatives returned to their homes in the outer districts. The ministry buildings closed for the day, with the business of the kingdom pausing to weather the storm. “Very bad.” More warning flags were raised on towers across the city, and rumors spread just as quickly. Mothers called in their children, and the bang of closing shutters echoed through the lower alleys.Īdan Starfall, the young king of Suderra, stood alone on Bannriya Castle’s highest tower, watching as his great city prepared for the storm. Innkeepers rolled up canvas awnings and lashed them in place.
Spice merchants covered baskets of cinnamon bark, lumpy turmeric roots, and dried peppers before dragging them inside their shops.
Protected within the city’s walls, men and women scurried through the streets. On the high sandstone towers of the central castle, red flags whipped and twisted in the rising wind they served as warning signals to alert the people to prepare for rough weather. Brown and angry, the murk loomed in the sky as it approached the capital city of Bannriya from the west. THE great dust storm prowled over the boundary mountains like a living thing.
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