Concrete

Large stone buildings towered over the street. Up to four floors were normal in this city. A large number of people had to fit into the relatively small, walled in area. Standing atop of one of the highest points of the tall palast visible even from outside the city, the large, blue dome still towered above Alya. It reminded her of a church's roof, a symmetrical tall pyramid made of blue tiles. It hid beneath the veil of the blue night sky.

Small lights lit up in the distance, before exploding close to their original position. Aside from cannon fire, only the torches atop the tall masts of the ships could be seen. There must have been hundreds of them, too many to count. The sea close to the horizon was filled with them. Occasionally, a loud thunder sounded from the city walls. Big cannons between large wooden constructions were aiming into the sky towards the direction of the ships.

Ths streets were lit with torches, aside from the large battleground, they were empty. Only the sound of clashing metal echoed through the quiet, unmoving city.The poeple fighting below her were only about half the size of one of the black claws replacing her hands. Still, she could make out the blue garments of the city's soldiers. At that moment, a group of men holding tower shields dove into the enemy. They stormed forwards, shouting at the enemy while lunging their spears at them.

Quickly, they were surrounded. The group positioned themselves in a circle, the individual soldiers faced outwards, creating a circular wall with their shields and hold their spears between the gaps. A single man stood in the middle. Beneath his helmet, Alya suspected Jack as the man who was shouting orders at his men.

Cal was also present, he and his platoon were constantly entering and leaving the battlefield. Sprinting at the closest enemy and jumping them, before running back into the shadowy alleys between the stone houses.

Lida, the gold key sat on top of an armored horse, she wore full plated armor and shouted orders to the large amount of other revolutionary soldiers. She barely partook in the fighting part of the battle. Even the supervisor Dill was a part of the main force.

Everyone was present, which was worrying. Alya closed her blue eye and looked back at souls travelling through the blackness. They were distancing themselves from the fight, somehow moving even lower than the streets. The princess was moving toward the ocean, the land outside of the city was safe. They must have planned to use a boat. If the locks were actually winning on sea, that would assure her escape.

Alya started running towards the stairs in her wolf form. She was alot slower going down, but she eventually arrived at the third, the second and on the ground floor. She looked around, large rooms and stairs were the only thing in sight, she had missed the princess' flight route. She jumped through the closest window onto the street, there was no way to find the path down.

Like she had always been doing it, she ran through the empty street on all fours. The black mist left a dark trail behind her. Following the fleeting souls, she turned corners and jumped across small canals. Whenever she could not run straight, she had to lift her hand to see through her blue eye. She would have run into the wall if she ran toward the souls directly.

The city was filled with carefully carved stone architecture. Patterns wove across the houses, walls and streets. The most frequent picture was that of a sun, or rather the great soul. It was used interchangeably, floating above the ocean, landscapes and inside the human body.

Mages tended to not believe in what the church said, but Alya's magic, even the magic of Joy somehow proved the existence of something like a soul. At least some kind of signature in the body, the fires inside the human body could only be a visualization the spell used to show humans.

Alya wondered about the pink soul flying away from her, if the magic she had used changed the hue of her soul, she wondered about the colour of her own soul. It was the only one she could not see. She saw something red glow inside her once, maybe that was the colour of her magic. She decided she would look closer into it once there was time. She had almost arrived at the port.

Wooden masts protruded above the smaller nearby houses. Rolled up sails hung above the small fishing boats. The docks were mostly made of stone, most of the water spaces were empty. Only on the small wooden piers a handful of boats waved in the waves.

From further down, the horizon looked as if it was lit on fire. The cannon fire was audible from the port. The moonlight reflected in the water. The quietly soughing sea emptied her head. The booming sound of a cannon disrupted her calm. Thoughts flowed back into her head. She was reminded of the fleeing princess.

The band of souls was almost at the port, but very close to the large city walls. It was possible that they had a boat prepared outside of the walls, or that they were planning to flee along the coast. She had no way to follow them across the walls or through the water. She had no experience steering a boat.

Luckily, she saw a light. It floated before her, seeing through her blue eye it was inside one of the small ships. She ran onto the wooden pier and hopped onto the shaky fishing boat. A small door led into the cabin, light shone through the small crossed window. A small sun was carved above.