31 The Goddess of Death, Muheia (1/2)
Sitting in a carriage, I look out of the window at the crowded streets. It was a busy day as I headed through the city streets. I could see children running around and playing, and adults on their way to work or perhaps out to shop.
It was a heartwarming scene. I felt my mouth draw into a smile, as I look at them.
The closer we got to the city's center the more adventurers I saw, and the more inns and accommodation that appeared. Alongside those, I can see all sorts of shops that sell merchandise that was suited for adventurers.
Forges that pushed out a great deal of steam and heat from their chimneys that are hard at work, filling orders or mending broken equipment.
Even with all the foot traffic, the city is clean and not filthy, unlike the medieval cities that I had read about in the history books in my past life. This place was a far cry from the same. Instead, this place was home to magic and magical inventions that made this feel like a modern world for the most part.
Humming to myself, I grin when I see the temple coming into view. It was still astonishing to see, plus behind it sticking far up into the sky was the dungeon tower.
They're mammoth towers that hold completely different worlds inside of them. I'd yet to enter into the dungeon tower, but that didn't mean that there weren't plenty of books that I could read to get a sense about them.
Nearing the front of the temple, the carriage comes to a halt, and I smile pushing the door open and jumping out of the confinement of the carriage. The hum and buzz of the city enter my ears, and I can't help but smile wider.
”Young Miss, do you want me to accompany you into the temple?” The coach driver asks, he was a serious-looking fellow. Even with the black covering that was over his eye, his hair is a deep purple that shiny, and pulled into a neat bundle behind his head, and tied with a black silk bow.
His ears are long and pointed, he was an elf, except he was a dark elf. His skin was the color of ash and brimstone. He always had a stern expression on his face.
”No, I'll be fine,” I tell him with a grin.
”Then do you need me to wait for you to finish?” He asks again.
”No, I have plans after this, I'll call you when I need you,” I tell him with a shake of my head.
He gives a solemn nod of his head. ”Then I wish you a good day, Young Miss,” he says, and with a crack of the whip, he's off.
Watching the coach disappear for a bit, I turn and walk towards the temple.
Walking forward, I quickly arrive at the stairs, raising my foot, I begin the climb up the marble stairs. Along the stairs, I see a myriad of different races that are sitting in groups together, all of them praying to their God or Goddess.
It was normal for this place to have an assortment of different races at all times of the day, the temple was never closed. Always opened and always welcoming, if one wanted to speak to their creator then the temple would welcome them with open arms.
Only glancing at them, I return my attention to the front of the temple and climb the rest of the stairs. Arriving at the entrance, I notice that there are fewer people than I thought that there would be.
It was tranquil and silent, as I take a step inward. Looking around, I try to locate a Priest or Priestess, but I don't see any. My aunt had said that she would be here for a while longer, and if I came to just show them her medallion and they'd take me to her.
The medallion, that she'd given to me was in the shape of a woman's head and had three-pointed stars above her. Twisting the medallion in my hand for a second longer, I return it to my storage bank.
Sighing to myself, I decided that I would walk until I came upon someone. As I walked deeper and deeper into the temple, I soon came to find that I had left everyone behind, not a soul was around me.
The deeper I went the more the temple began to change before my eyes. Soon I was starting to wonder if this was the same time that I had entered for my ceremony just a few days ago. But now around me, was silence and the only light came from the sunstones that are situated in the ceiling of the temple.
As I was starting to get worried, I came upon rooms. They didn't have doors on them, and as such I could see into each of them.
Walking towards the first door that was on my left, I see tree branches that are stretching out from the open doorway. However, the door's now that I'd gotten closer were huge, it looked like it could accommodate a full-blown dragon.
The tree branches spilling out from the door, have a myriad of flowers that are all in full bloom and full colors. Reaching the doorway itself, I peek my head into the room.
At the center of the room, a huge towering wood-carved statue of a woman rest. She was beautiful, with pointed ears, and a crown of flowers that grow around her head, the hair that cascades down her body didn't look as if it was carved from wood. It seems so real.