The sea peoples are more unified than the sky peoples. They are a single peoples floating on a somewhat long city, not unlike a light, metal Venice. The “kingdom” is actually a series of long, flat ships connected by a complex network of loose bridges. It is under the rule of a monarchy, with a small network of nobles, and is most notable for something called “pellets.”
The pellets of the sea peoples are very special, small, brown pellets that look rather uniform, but are basically any object condensed down into tiny pellets. So far, only sea peoples can create or use pellets, and it is done by no mechanism of science known to any of the three peoples. These pellets can be used to transport and hide the identity of anything, and are therefore extremely valuable… to anyone outside of the sea peoples, who simply use them because they’ve been doing it for hundreds of years, and it’s convenient for their day to day life.
I looked down at her, on her knees in that dirty relic of a cell. I could feel myself shaking, and I wanted to say it was from the cold, but I knew the truth. I wanted to be the one on my knees. I wanted to give in to it all, let the string of matches she brought me fall from my hand. I wanted to scream at her, ask her why. Why did she have to follow me? Why did she have to trust me? Rely on me? What had I ever done to warrant this blind faith, this empty burden?
I stood there, shaking silently, and though I wanted to cast my eyes down and away from her in shame, I could not. There was no crying, no turning my sight from the truth, no giving in to the despair of fighting a hopelessly one-sided war. Her action of foolish hope left me with only one option – to straighten my spine and win – and I hated her for that.
“Give her a good push!” One of them yelled viciously. I turned around hastily, raising my hands in surrender. Jumping off the edge wasn’t a great option, but it was better than being ingloriously pushed off.
I took a few steps backwards, then turned and jumped off the edge of the ship. I was expecting a scream to be ripped out of me as I fell, but with my eyes jammed shut I somehow managed to ignore the rush of the wind and the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I unrolled myself from the protective tight ball I had assumed and relaxed. My back was to the ground hundreds of feet below me.
I opened my eyes and, resigned to my fate, asked myself aloud what exactly had happened…
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