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Authors: Kelly St. Clare
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I’m roused by the sight of an army camped at the bottom of the Oscala. Jovan’s army. The tents spread back as far as the eye can see. The king has been busy in my absence. He’s mobilized the entirety of his force, as promised, in case I failed in stopping the Solati’s progress.
The enormity of the Bruma army is what’s always kept Glacium on even footing against the Solati force. My people are a single, one-minded unit, commanded by the Head of Guards. Bruma don’t have the same discipline. Though skilled, they rely on numbers and brute strength to match our carefully designed war strategies and rigorously trained soldiers. There must be a thousand men camped below. Jovan is probably there with them. I hesitate for a few seconds, wondering if I should land close by and check if he’s there. The men are tiny dots from up here, but as I peer closer, I notice their faces are tilting up, looking at me. Some of them are pointing!
How well can they see me? I don’t have my veil on. It’s stuffed down the front of my suit. Surely their eyesight is not that good. The unwanted attention makes my decision for me. I press forward on the bar to pick up my pace, and soon the camp is behind me. Lucky Adox gave the king permission to expose the Ire because, as well as the assembly, a whole army had now witnessed someone flying.
I fly over Glacium, vaguely noting the six semi-defined areas the Bruma call Sectors. Both worlds are split into six areas. But on Osolis we call them Rotations. The two worlds lay side by side, with the area closest to the other world earning the label of “First Rotation or Sector.” The areas were then numbered in a circle from one through to six. The worlds spin slowly, meaning it takes an entire three years to revolve through all six spaces, back to the start. Meanwhile, the Oscala or Great Stairway stays immobile—an unmoving connection between the two opposing planets.
In many ways, Glacium is the complete opposite of my home world. There are different animals, food, and clothing. The trees are brown with green leaves, instead of black with deep red-purple leaves. But the main difference is that where Osolis is full of fire, smoke, cracked ground, yellowed grass, and shriveled vines, Glacium is a planet of frost, snowy mountains, blizzards and ice. The Bruma consider us snobbish, without humor, and prim. Solati consider the Bruma barbaric, unrefined, and primitive.
It’s no mystery why we find ourselves on the brink of war.
But there is one thing we share.
We depend on the other world’s climate to regulate our own. We hate each other, but need each other to survive.
The Fourth—on each planet—is the farthest you can get from the other world. The Fourth Sector of Glacium is uninhabitable, with weather so cold, you could freeze in minutes. The Fourth Rotation of Osolis so hot your clothes could burst into flame—if you didn’t die from the smoke first. The Fourth areas of Glacium and Osolis are a constant reminder to us that if Osolis does not give off heat and firelight and if Glacium does not provide cold, we will all perish. The fire will spread through Osolis and burn everyone, while Glacium drowns.
I reach the First Sector and alter my course to the Sixth where the king and his assembly are situated. The ruler and their court tend to only move through the first, second, and third areas, migrating every half-revolution to avoid the fourth. The villagers simply move around the fourth, from the third to the fifth, therefore making the most of whatever housing they’re able to find. Because the wealthier citizens move more often, the rich of both worlds have two residencies—one for living in while the other house is rotating through the fourth, fifth, and sixth. It’s unusual for a royal to be based in the Sixth. King Jovan only did this to remain close to the pathway in case of attack. It was a lucky thing he did.
I weave my way toward the ground a fair
I’m roused by the sight of an army camped at the bottom of the Oscala. Jovan’s army. The tents spread back as far as the eye can see. The king has been busy in my absence. He’s mobilized the entirety of his force, as promised, in case I failed in stopping the Solati’s progress.
The enormity of the Bruma army is what’s always kept Glacium on even footing against the Solati force. My people are a single, one-minded unit, commanded by the Head of Guards. Bruma don’t have the same discipline. Though skilled, they rely on numbers and brute strength to match our carefully designed war strategies and rigorously trained soldiers. There must be a thousand men camped below. Jovan is probably there with them. I hesitate for a few seconds, wondering if I should land close by and check if he’s there. The men are tiny dots from up here, but as I peer closer, I notice their faces are tilting up, looking at me. Some of them are pointing!
How well can they see me? I don’t have my veil on. It’s stuffed down the front of my suit. Surely their eyesight is not that good. The unwanted attention makes my decision for me. I press forward on the bar to pick up my pace, and soon the camp is behind me. Lucky Adox gave the king permission to expose the Ire because, as well as the assembly, a whole army had now witnessed someone flying.
I fly over Glacium, vaguely noting the six semi-defined areas the Bruma call Sectors. Both worlds are split into six areas. But on Osolis we call them Rotations. The two worlds lay side by side, with the area closest to the other world earning the label of “First Rotation or Sector.” The areas were then numbered in a circle from one through to six. The worlds spin slowly, meaning it takes an entire three years to revolve through all six spaces, back to the start. Meanwhile, the Oscala or Great Stairway stays immobile—an unmoving connection between the two opposing planets.
In many ways, Glacium is the complete opposite of my home world. There are different animals, food, and clothing. The trees are brown with green leaves, instead of black with deep red-purple leaves. But the main difference is that where Osolis is full of fire, smoke, cracked ground, yellowed grass, and shriveled vines, Glacium is a planet of frost, snowy mountains, blizzards and ice. The Bruma consider us snobbish, without humor, and prim. Solati consider the Bruma barbaric, unrefined, and primitive.
It’s no mystery why we find ourselves on the brink of war.
But there is one thing we share.
We depend on the other world’s climate to regulate our own. We hate each other, but need each other to survive.
The Fourth—on each planet—is the farthest you can get from the other world. The Fourth Sector of Glacium is uninhabitable, with weather so cold, you could freeze in minutes. The Fourth Rotation of Osolis so hot your clothes could burst into flame—if you didn’t die from the smoke first. The Fourth areas of Glacium and Osolis are a constant reminder to us that if Osolis does not give off heat and firelight and if Glacium does not provide cold, we will all perish. The fire will spread through Osolis and burn everyone, while Glacium drowns.
I reach the First Sector and alter my course to the Sixth where the king and his assembly are situated. The ruler and their court tend to only move through the first, second, and third areas, migrating every half-revolution to avoid the fourth. The villagers simply move around the fourth, from the third to the fifth, therefore making the most of whatever housing they’re able to find. Because the wealthier citizens move more often, the rich of both worlds have two residencies—one for living in while the other house is rotating through the fourth, fifth, and sixth. It’s unusual for a royal to be based in the Sixth. King Jovan only did this to remain close to the pathway in case of attack. It was a lucky thing he did.
I weave my way toward the ground a fair
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