‘Sorry!’ she said. ‘Sorry! I was just – I was just so surprised I didn’t know what to think!’
"Ready for a history lesson?"Meryn nodded eagerly. She pushed her plate to one side and propped her chin up on her hands listening intently.
"Once upon a time..." Micah teased.Grant ignored him. "Before the Great War, each paranormal city technically existed. But nowhere on the scale and level of organization that we have now. After the war, with the extended help of the other paranormal races, each city began to take shape. The fae moved their entire city to a parallel plane of existence, never wanting the threat of invasion again. Lycaonia did the exact opposite; they opened their borders to all paranormals. The first elected Shifter Elder, Aaron McKenzie, declared that he wouldn't have made it home if not for the help of the enemy and that henceforth, Lycaonia would be home to any paranormal that needed a place to rest."Meryn grinned. "I heard about him."
Adriel eyed the two as Grant kept going. "The witches built a regal castle, then a magnificent city to go around it. Their council concentrated on the education of their younger generation as many older witches had been wiped out. The vampires wanted to avoid humans altogether, so they decided to build their city below ground, in the sheer rock face of a deep canyon. With the aid of their old allies from Storm Keep, they used magic to make life below ground every bit as welcoming and convenient as living above ground."The witches and the vampire ruling classes came together and designed the city. Each Founding Family and respective Noble Families would receive their own level. Using earth magic, pipes were run for water and waste management. They used fire magic and crystals to create the glow lights that you have seen throughout the city. They activate with the touch of a hand."
Meryn frowned. "Where does the poop go?"
Grant smiled. "The waste is plumbed through the pipes down into a waste reservoir. Once the waste level reaches a certain height, a spell is activated and it disappears."He often became intentionally lost on afternoons such as this.
The season was beginning its slow shift from spring to summer. Everything around him was in bloom, the air stirred by a soft breeze. An ocher sunset gilded the waters of the pond to his left. Its gently lapping shore rippled like molten amber. Fallen cherry blossoms littered its surface, pale pink petals strewn across slate-grey waters.The flowers were beginning to die. To fall under the weight of the sun.
It was his favorite time of year. Warm enough to wander the royal gardens of Heian Castle without feeling the threat of a chill, yet cool enough to forgo the nuisance of an oiled-paper umbrella.Perhaps he would venture to the moon-viewing pavilion tonight. The sky had been unusually clear today. The stars, too, should be unusually bright.