The Coming of Lore
The sprawling city of Paseo lay
before her. Towering structures of silicon and steel reached up to the
sky. But the air was silent, the hum of the electrical currents lain to
sleep less than two months before. She would have come earlier, but
duties greater than restoring health to this dying society had prevented
her from arriving any sooner. But then she also knew that the stricken
people would need time to recover before they could even attempt to turn
into a new direction.
She paused a moment, to check the sword sheathed at her side. Although
she doubted anyone within the city would actually attack her, desperation
had never failed to motivate people beyond reason. But the sword was an
unaccustomed weight at her side. She had never had to carry her blade
for extended periods of time before. However fate had ways of changing
The interior of the city disheartened her as she entered. The green
lawns had withered into blades of hardened brown stalks, and the natural
heat of the Motavian desert was made even more acute by the metal
structures around her. Faces pale from heat sickness or perhaps lack of
hope, watched her lean form pass through the streets.
She didn't know for certain if they watched her merely out of boredom, or
because of the confidence and determination she possessed that they seemed
to have lost. But she was a striking figure amid the despair, dressed in
vibrant black pants and a crimson short-sleeved blouse. The sheath and
belt holding her sword were likewise a bright red. A black bandanna was
loosely knotted around her fair-skinned neck. Two white cloth armbands,
a popular fashion of the Palman people only months before, completed her
outfit. Her long black hair was an anomaly among the Palmans that few
possessed under any circumstance.
A crystalline structure in the center of the city served at the object of
her destination. Large solar panels reached up to the heavens, perhaps
still collecting energy, but futilely as there was no longer anyone who
knew what to do with that power. This building was once of the command
center of all Mota as far as the Palman people were concerned. Now it
was considered useless as anything but a refuge from the sun or a place
for Mota's old leaders to try holding on to what remaining power they
She strolled up to the plexiglass double doors and reached for the
intercom at the side of them. But she then dropped her hand to her side.
No, she couldn't even count on the intercom working. No one knew how to
turn the power back on. Mother Brain's destruction was like cutting the
main energy current to all of Algo.
So the dark-haired girl grabbed one of the emergency handles of the
sliding doors and shoved it to the side into the slot provided for just
such a purpose. The door fought, trying to return to its previous
position, but with no power beyond that physically built into it, she
managed to slip through before letting it smack shut against its
The air inside was surprisingly cool compared to the outside, due to the
well prepared insulation built into the building's walls.
She wiped the sweat from her brow before gazing down the long hallway and
recalling Hugh's directions through this place. He said he would be
waiting up on the third floor in room 3118. Very well, up the stairs it
would have to be. At least he wasn't any higher up in the building,
because without the elevators, this could get to be very tiring...