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The Midgard’s treated foreign nobility fairly and richly, and made them feel higher than the norm. They gave them gifts and exotic foods, and sung them songs. Their people spoke in a language that always seemed to have two meanings. It was unique and vague, but hardly cruel. Everything about the Midgard’s was admirable and intelligent, though it did not lack in disguise. That is what Perdita found most appealing. The lavish room in which Perdita was placed made her own palace loo
I waited patiently as men and women filed past me, shoulders bent and eyes downcast. The smell of urine and sweat, mixed with the damp mustiness of being underground was overwhelming, but my nose was forced to grow accustomed. I pressed myself to the rocky wall and closed my eyes for a moment. My unit passed nearly in silence before I felt a rough hand on my shoulder.
I always thought that dying was a horrible thing until I realized what the alternative entailed.
Human beings imagine the end to be a peaceful resolve. They imagine their loved ones on the other side. Others (the cynics of the world) imagine there is only darkness when they die.
Me? I imagined a sunset, and perhaps a beach somewhere with an endless supply of margaritas.
To my ungrateful surprise, none of these endings were what waited for me. Despite all the reli