Tales around Mirateia 35

Outside, the rain was falling heavily and combined with stormlike winds blowing through the city, only those among Pearlhals' population who needed to go outside, were brave or stupid enough to venture outside in those conditions. Most of the population was sitting inside their homes with the fires lit and maybe pulling an extra tunic or cloak over their shoulders since the temperature had dropped quite a bit since the weather turned foul.   The weather didn't bother Eza much, although she had moved from her favourite spot at one of the windows that normally overlooked the capital city and gave an excellent view over the city from the palace down to the harbour where the ships loaded with cargo were coming and going. The place were Ezas' favourite place to sit and study or just getting away from everything once in a while. Due to the weather, she had been forced to move to one of the more centrally placed tables, where she was currently surrounded by countless scrolls and books; a few of them were about modern reports of events. Still, the majority of the texts consisted of legends, myths and the like about the gods of the Starlighters' pantheon. Some of the legends in these books were by some of the temples considered sacrilige and should be destroyed and forgotten, and while some over the years had been destroyed or locked away, some had been brought by the royal family and placed in a secure part of the library that required special permission to enter.   Eza had been coming to the palace library every time she had a spare moment, and it had even affected her sword training. Today wasn't any different, as soon as she was done with her royal duties, she had picked up some cheese and bread along with some juice from the kitchen before she had made her way to the library, where she now sat in almost complete darkness, only a few oil lamps giving her just enough light to read.   “Hi, dear” Eza almost jumped out of her chair and, in the process, knocked a few scrolls down from the table. She looked up in the direction the sound had come from and saw her mother, Amelessa, come towards her carrying her own little oil lamp and Eza could swear she saw the faintest hint of a smile on her mother's lips.   “By the gods' mother, why didn't you knock? You almost made me fall out of my chair,” Eza said, sounding more irritated than she actually was.   “But I did, either you are too deep into those texts or the weather outside was drowning out the sound “ Amelessa smiled and walked closer to the Ezas' table. “What are you reading that is so interesting that you can't even hear your own mother knock?”   Eza shrugged and gestured to the texts on the table and the few that had fallen to the floor.   “Legends mostly”   “About what?” Amelessa picked up a book and studied its title before opening it and turning a few pages.   Eza looked at the book her mother had picked and then around at the others on the table.   “A few things, old stories about the gods, especially those about Mara, best and greatest, there are also a few about other gods and stories about changing one's fate.” Eza shrugged and leaned back in her chair.   “Fascinating” Amelessa said while browsing the book. “And why the sudden interest? I mean, you have always been fond of stories and such, but never to this extent?” She looked up from the book with a small smile and looked at Eza.   “I… I'm not sure, I had this dream a few months ago and after that…” Eza gestured to the pile of texts on the table.