Kewanee — Chapter 5: Nisan

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Ontemon was leaving for a couple of weeks, on a pilgrimage to one of Kirighai’s Refuges. He had suggested that Kewanee accompany him, so she could learn more about the Muna. It would be the first time she had ever left Caer Eidos. For sixteen years, she had only known its fjords and canals, and the many rocky spines the Bravos fancied climbing. The forest was a complete mystery to her. This, of course, held some appeal for an adventurous young woman like her. She quickly agreed to go. Her fathers, although worried about the dangers of the wild and the risk of Tumult singularities, both agreed that she was old enough to explore the world. The Stata Matter granted her two weeks of vacation on the condition that she still provide first aid to any travelers in need, which went without saying.

Equipped in the Bravos way, with tight black pants, a wide red shirt, and a heavy backpack, she met the Muna healer at Svarga’s train station. The place was crowded with handlers loading or unloading supplies. Ontemon traveled lighter, confident that he would find everything he needed on the way. Tramway line 2 took them as far as Kladiver, where a Kelonic boat would carry them to the island of Nisan. The northern district lived up to its sinister reputation: its large, paved streets, once destined to greatness, were deserted, and the only light came from grim taverns packed with noisy sailors. Although not welcoming, at least this district was safe. The same could not be said of the one standing on the other side of the Sforafjord. The unfinished buildings of Usku, and its sister Koru, had been abandoned to criminals. To avoid both, the wheezing boat landed them north of the city, in a small creek.

Even if Kewanee had never set foot on Nisan, the landscapes of Caer Eidos’ third island looked familiar. But after half a day’s walk along colossal canyons and roaring rivers, she eventually noticed how different it was: in Kemeri and Sekent, you never lost sight of a human settlement. Here, of course, the path between Arkaster and the Mugen was also clearly marked. But apart from that, the only life was either wild or travelers like themselves. Close to Arkaster, the animals they encountered were the same as the ones she had observed in Kemeri’s mountains: marmots, red ibex and three-tails eagles, for the most impressive ones. But as they ventured further, so did nature’s creativity. The sunlight was obscured for a moment when a multicolored vulture, with a wingspan of four meters and a back covered in scales, flew over them. The following day, Ontemon pointed at what could have been a giant cat —if he hadn’t, she never would have noticed it.

“A shadow lynx”, he said, uneasily. “They are magnificent creatures. The color of their fur shifts as a camouflage. But they attack at night, we’ll need to take turns keeping the fire burning.”

For the first time in her life, Kewanee was afraid of something she did not control. As a Bravos or a Stata Matter agent, she often had thrown herself willingly into danger, but there had always been a way to turn back—though she never did. Living in a metropolis, she wasn’t used to untamed threats. Even Tumult singularities were almost completely contained by the Yzmir. Wilderness was nothing alike. That night, even during the healer’s rotation, she couldn’t sleep. And when her turn came, every slight sound made her heart pound like the Foundry’s pumps. When the sun finally appeared, she was both exhausted and relieved. 

They finally reached the Mugen on the third day, and a fourth one would be necessary to cross it. The teenager had heard stories about the miraculous bridge, of course. But nothing—oh, mighty—had prepared her for this sight.

Next chapter: The Mugen