Karl (louderback) wrote in louderprose,

Freewriting, The Jewel City

I stand on the roof of the tallest of ten thousand towers. Facing west, the estuary is a perfect "V" kept so by walls of white adamantine lining the river bed. Behind me the sun rises and shadows of translucent towers made of gemstones and quartz add multicolored tints to the water. I turn to take in the Jewel City, Agla Tamon Amon, Jewel of the Thunder River. The towers are arranged artistically, not for flow of traffic or any other sort of organization. The Jewel City is like a flowerbed tended by a fanatic gardener. The streets are all but unseen in this light and nobody moves at this hour. As the sun rises to my right, topping the mountain that shields the city, mighty Tamon Amarth, it lights the Jeweled Falls. They spring from some immense underground source near the treeline of the mountain. The waters run less than a mile before they come to the Cleft. There they rush out across the Diamond Barrier, a huge vein of quartz bigger than a stadium and burst into the air where they fall almost exactly half a mile to the very floor of the Valley of Thunder whence the Thunder river makes its way to the sea. As the sunrise turns the Diamond Barrier pink I face to the South and look upon the fleet that lies there. Sixty thousand, Dromunds, biremes, triremes, even quinqueremes lay at anchor surrounded by a dozen or more smaller ships to attend them each. Altogether one hundred thousand ships and more than million men lay waiting to take my city. They were but the most recent such army. They were not the largest.
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