Flowers

The Chariot rolled across the wide streets of Babylon, the mud houses flapping with cloths and stalls, tables set across the bustling streets. Mahon and Gilgamesh sat back as they rode through, people praying and moving out of their path. The small bricked road bumping over the ornate bricks, their uneven and mismatched sizes winding through the narrow pathways and linking the stalls from, its main road pushing through the high arching gate and the high orange walls. Compacted sand flashing against the sun, the bright blue of the sky burning against the dull risen floors.

As the houses and shops circled around, their soft square outlines following the serrated edges of the wall, sunlight pouring and filling every crevice with the city, its huge roads twisting and sprouting like plants through the houses, all leading to the centre, a huge cylindrical tower, its huge arches leading into rooms, the sun bearing down into the shaded cover. Its huge arches sprouting from the tower and twisting up to the top, its brilliance was awe filled, as its great spire seemed to pierce the heavens,

However, the most brilliant, was not the ornate arches, or the spear like presence in the middle of the town, it was the gardens, even in the heat water flowed through the cast;e walls, streams passing from bush to bush, each filled with a more vibrant colour, extravagant blues and rich yellows dotted the town, as its waterways filled with bright blue water, its individual ripples shimmering with a bright light.

"It's funny how I forget, whenever I leave. This city of mine, this kingdom of mine, is so beautiful."

The sparkling and refined brickwork stuck in the back of Mahon's mind, unable to shake the sense of familiarity to the extravagance. The colours became more distinguishable as the frail chariot rolled across the streets, the wheels skipping over each laid brick. The hooves of the horses chiming through the crowds, the hushed chatter growing dead as they approached, making a wave of silence and granular voices.

As waded through the sea of people the towers' pearled pinks, the pure floating whites and the voided blacks all fell among the flowers, billions of shades sparkling above, hanging through the lines of waterfalls, the sun shimmering off every inch of the palace.

The huge doors flung open, their leathered backs stitched with grandeur, the carefully embroidered carpets flowing to the throne, itself carved out of stone, each arm and back pulling upwards into intricate curves, their layered and smooth patterns turning up into sloped spikes that pointed to the sky. Circled around the room were three people, one with a long beard flowing down to his chest, joined by greying hairs that flowed down his back, the second was a woman, her body covered in robes, their streaking cloth stained with different colours. Next to her stood the same tall man, the one Mahon had met first, his lips curled into a smile as Adora saw the red tipped hair.

"Say hello, everyone, this is the new Captain of my Guard."