ooc link Sol, the city of the sun, radiant even in the darkness of night. While the moon shone in its lofty perch, and the stars twinkled beside her, the city shone brighter still. The sounds of celebration hardly ever died for none of its children needed food or wine or sleep. The fiddlers kept fiddling, the flutists kept fluting, the drummers kept drumming, and the dancers kept tapping their feet to the festive tune well into the dawn... and into the next night. Would that all societies be so carefree and unimpeded by any notion of evil as they. But the Shadows were creeping in. Nooks and crannies hidden from the city's light were beginning to grow darker. Dark desires were growing in men's hearts, hearts that had never known pain, anger, sadness hunger or even lust. And yet the fiddlers kept fiddling, the flutists kept fluting, the drummers kept drumming and the dancers kept tapping their feet to the festive music, none the wiser to the darkness that was knocking at their doors. Magnal Across and back. Left and right. Left and right to the sway of the music. Magnal drew the bow of his Setilum across the instrument's strings, making them vibrate in all manner of pleasant tones. Beside him the drums were being beaten, the pipe was being played, the tambourine was being hit and the lute was being plucked. He stood on the rim of one of the golden fountains of Sol, bending back and forth and tapping his feet to the beat of the song as their friend danced and thumped his feet and sang the ancient words of joy and merriment. Music and song and dance and the rush and gentle gurgle of the cascading water behind him filled Magnal's ears and he couldn't be happier, playing like this with his friends. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw shifting shadows, but he simply ignored them, instead paying his complete attention to playing the music. This was one of the oldest songs known to Elyne and it was one of the happiest as well. The music seemed to have some power as it made almost everyone happier. All the people in the square were dancing along to it, despite it being relatively early in the day. The sun was just beginning to set behind the players, bathing them in a warm golden glow and making lights dance throughout the square because of the cascading droplets of the fountain and its faceted gem fountainhead. The sun was halfway beneath the horizon when the final chord was struck and Magnal leaped off of the fountain's rim onto the paved square to the cheering of all the Elynians present. Droves of people surged towards the group of musicians, none of them to Magnal. He smiled genially, it wasn't a big deal, really. Yet somehow, some tiny part of him told him that was a lie. A shadow shifted again in the corner of his eye. "Hey. Want to go down to the docks and watch the sunset?" Magnal stumbled forwards as their flute player clapped him on the shoulder. The man, for being a Dawn was particularly strong. Though, Magnal paused, that was only logical as the Dawn were known to get stronger through the course of the day. Magnal shrugged. He wasn't too keen on watching the sunset even though he evidently had little more to do. "Oh come on. We don't have to play for another few hours. Might as well, hey?" "Alright. Alright." Magnal said, setting his instrument reverently in its case and slinging it over his shoulder just as bells nearby tolled the Seventh Setting Hour and the orchestra began to play "the Journey of Sol" as was customary at the hour. "But you are getting me a fried Kilanis, yes?" "By Oath, Magnal. Will you never get tired of that fish?" chimed their singer as he walked past them with his shoes slung over his shoulder. Magnal shrugged and grinned sheepishly at the singer. "Alright. Well come on. We don't want to miss it. The Day's almost upon us and the Passage is more visible on the days leading to it!" "Oh, that's right!" exclaimed Magnal, breaking into a jog and settling into pace beside the singer. "I had forgotten." Again. There was that shadow in the corner of his eye. Magnal felt a twinge of something bad inside him. Was it what they called fear? He didn't know, not truly. He turned to face the shadow, and he saw a pair of faintly glowing eyes surrounded by tendrils of shadowy mist staring at him. A barely discernible mouth opened in a silent roar and sparks of lightning danced in the creature's maw. Magnal grabbed the singer's arm, looked at him and pointed. "Do you see that?" "See what?" The singer squinted. Magnal whipped his head back to the corner He could see nothing. The shadows had returned to normal. "There's nothing there, Magnal. Are you alright?" "Yeah... yeah..." Magnal felt a faint burning sensation on his cheeks. He didn't know what embarrassment was. Something more sinister coiled around his heart. He didn't know the feeling either. It was resentment. Because no one ever went to him after they performed. No one ever praised him. He shook his head. Resentment.