She had come so far, she thought to herself as she stared despairingly into the distance. Too far to give up now.
There was only one empty setting remaining- sixteen jewels currently shone in the sword-hilt her father had left her: one for each year of her life; one for each of the tasks she had so far accomplished; one for each enemy she had defeated. The remaining opening was in the crown of the pommel, and she knew that once she filled it the sword Onoriel would return to life. Once the sword returned to life she could use it to free her people from their bondage, to bring peace and prosperity back to the land.
But first she must fill the remaining scar.
Her eyes remained fixed on the structure on the horizon, but her body refused to move. At such a distance any reasonably sized dwelling, even one of palatial proportions, ought to be no larger than the nail of her littlest finger. But this place... it absolutely covered the horizon, stretching up arrogantly to challenge the stars for their dominion over the heavens. She watched as the setting sun glinted fiery orange and red off the bronze gears that formed the structure's facade, casting blackest shadows amongst it's many crevices.
This was the Watchmaker's Labyrinth , and she would find no mercy here.
(An Orange Clockwork)
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