Journeying through the outskirts of the city had been a feast for Herben's senses, a vivid tapestry of sights and sounds that painted a stark contrast to the village he once called home. The world outside those humble walls had expanded into a realm of untold wonder, forever altering his perspective. As their steps carried them closer to the gates of Kajban, the bustling surroundings gradually gave way to a spacious clearing, where both people and structures began to thin out. This open expanse seemed intentional, a deliberate buffer zone between the city and its protective walls.
The regulations of Kajban were clear in the way this area had been meticulously preserved, preventing any haphazard construction or unsightly structures from marring the view. It had evolved into a sanctuary, an exalted space where people could gather to marvel at the marvels that stood before them—the magnificent walls of Kajban. Comprised of enduring stone, these walls had been transformed into canvases of artistry that transcended mere functionality. Rising tall and unyielding, these walls were not just a fortress, but a masterpiece of design, a symphony of art and strength merging in harmony.
And amidst this tableau of architectural splendour, a sentinel of immense power stood—The two-horse man. A symbol of Kajban's might and the indomitable spirit of its people, it stood as a guardian, an embodiment of the city's essence that Herben could not help but admire in silent awe.
Stepping forward with a sense of anticipation, Herben and Atlas ventured into the heart of Kajban. The vigilant horsemen stationed at the gates seemed to regard their arrival without overt acknowledgement, a testament to the city's familiarity with travellers. The duo's presence elicited no change in their demeanour, a reminder of the city's vigilance and the guardians that protected its thresholds.
As Herben's gaze roamed the landscape within, his attention was at once seized by a breathtaking sight—the King's Wall. Carved into the very heart of a distant mountain, it stood as a tribute to the city's devotion to artistry and heritage. Though the doorway leading to the heart of the city eluded his view from this distance, the intricate patterns etched onto the mountain's facade offered a tantalizing glimpse of the craftsmanship that
lay within. Kajban's artisans had woven their creativity into every detail, ensuring that the city's essence was on display even before one crossed its threshold.
The sight that unfolded before Herben was one of meticulous craftsmanship and artistry. Each detail, each pattern on the mountain's surface seemed to be a love letter to creativity, a testimony to the city's reverence for the past and its unwavering dedication to crafting an exquisite present. A stairway had beckoned forward from the heart of the city had transformed into more than just a path—it had become a bridge, a passage into a realm of wonder and enchantment.
Supported by four majestic pillars on each side, the stairway now held a profound symbolism. It was not merely a physical link between the city and mountain; it was a gateway to the king, a conduit through which dreams and destinies converged.
Within the protective embrace of the city walls, a transformative ambiance enveloped Herben and Atlas. The transition was palpable—the vibrant tapestry of colours and textures told a story of a world within a world. Houses, adorned with meticulously chosen hues, stood as bastions against the outside world, their walls serving as both protection and canvases of artistic expression.
As they ventured deeper into the heart of Kajban, a spectacle of unparalleled beauty unfurled before their eyes. Shops and marketplaces nestled within the grand architecture, a symphony of structure and artistry that showcased the city's dedication to sophistication. The bustling market, though still thriving, bore an air of refinement, where diversity and elegance intertwined seamlessly.
The houses, standing as testimonials to craftsmanship and dedication, were works of architectural marvels. Constructed with meticulous care, the use of rich, dark stones and marbles imbued the structures with an aura of grandeur. Intricate carvings adorned the facades, recounting tales of a city steeped in history and legend. From statues that seemed to come alive to fountains that whispered stories of forgotten eras, Kajban's streets were alive with artistry and imagination.
Stepping into the heart of the city was akin to entering a bustling hub of energy. The buildings, now larger and more intricately adorned, bore patterns etched into their very stones—a testament to the artisan's touch that had elevated these structures to the realm of art. A refreshing shade of green enveloped the city, embracing nature's beauty amidst the bustling urban landscape. The market square, a bustling tapestry of commerce, had evolved into a realm of sophistication. The stalls and venders had given way to permanent shops, each showcasing their wares in structures as finely crafted as the goods they held.
The air around them practically hummed with the curiosity of the city's denizens, their eyes drawn to Herben's wide-eyed wonderment. As if sensing fresh prey, vendors and guides materialized out of thin air, their enthusiastic calls echoing through the cobblestone streets. "Sir, sir, have a taste of the finest delicacies! Our food will make your taste buds dance!" one exclaimed, while another insisted, "Come along, good sirs! Allow me to be your guide through this marvellous labyrinth of a city!"
However, Atlas was quick to shield Herben from the barrage of offers. A look of thinly veiled disdain crossed his face as he brusquely dismissed their overtures. "Be gone, you hounds. We have no interest in your wares or your fanciful tales," he retorted sharply. The rebuke was met with indignant protestations from some, their words laced with sharp retorts. "A mute beggar's song is sweeter than your impudence!" one quipped, while another muttered under their breath, "May your horse take you to the bottom of the abyss, cur."
The exchange left Herben momentarily taken aback, his eyes flickering between Atlas and the persistently eager salespeople. He had never seen this side of his companion, his usually calm and composed demeanour replaced with a fiery resolve. As the city's inhabitants continued to ply their trade, Atlas remained undeterred, his focus unwavering. With every step, he carved a path through the crowd, his stature commanding a sense of respect even in the midst of the commotion.
Herben hesitated only briefly before following in Atlas's wake. As they made their way through the bustling thoroughfare, he found himself marvelling not just at the city's enchanting beauty, but also at the unexpected layers of his steadfast companion's character. The world within the walls of Kajban was a whirlwind of sensations and surprises, and with Atlas at his side, Herben knew that each step held the promise of discovery.
As they navigated through the labyrinthine alleys of the city, the thrum of the market gradually gave way to a more tranquil atmosphere. In this quieter pocket of Kajban, where the ebb and flow of people was less pronounced, Herben and Atlas found themselves momentarily shielded from the bustle. It was here that a curious encounter unfolded, a little boy's pursuit catching their attention.
A group of youth, at their 5th to 8th winter swift footsteps matched their determination as they chased after Herben and Atlas. Before they could fully grasp the situation, they drew near and exclaimed to one another, as they run" don't push, I am watching you" With those cryptic words hanging in the air, the boy promptly vanished into the maze of the city.
Perplexed and intrigued, Herben turned back to glimpse the fleeting figure of the group. "he was not speaking to us, am I right? he asked, his brow furrowing with confusion. Atlas, however, displayed a calm understanding, his eyes assessing their surroundings.
"The boy's words carry a weight of caution, Herben," Atlas replied, his voice low and measured. "No, not at all."
Herben's curiosity diminished. "I wish to enjoy running along with them?"
Atlas offered a knowing smile, his gaze shifting as if expecting the unseen currents at play. "and you shall, when the time is right"
A soft sigh escaped Herben's lips as he considered the complexity of the city he had stepped into.
"Indeed," Atlas affirmed. "But for now, shall we address the needs of the present. Let's find sustenance to appease your hunger and restore our strength. After all it well past noon" Herben softly said.
"Indeed, I have been searching for a suitable place," Atlas replied, his eyes scanning the bustling surroundings.
Herben glanced at the various food stalls that lined the street, each tempting passerby with their delectable offerings. "We've passed quite a few options already. Is there something specific you're looking for?"
Atlas's expression turned thoughtful. "It's not about the options, my friend. I had hoped to rendezvous with a contact who could aid us in our journey. Unfortunately, it seems that the timing is not in our favour."
A mix of curiosity and understanding flickered in Herben's eyes. "A friend, you say? Someone from the city?"
Atlas nodded, a faint hint of nostalgia in his gaze. "Indeed, but it appears that our meeting will have to wait. For now, let us satisfy our hunger and then proceed to the king's hall."
Herben's eyes lit up at the mention of food. "I'm certainly not opposed to a good meal. And I have to admit, I'm quite tired too. The city has a way of overwhelming one's senses."
As they strolled along, the enchanting streets of Kajban unfurling before them, they found themselves drawn to a lively street food vendor. The inviting aromas guided their choice, and they settled down on a Marpal – a ground mat – to enjoy their meal.
Herben savoured each bite with enthusiasm, the Flavors of the city's cuisine dancing on his palate. Atlas, ever vigilant, kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. In a place where unseen eyes saw every movement, caution was a necessity.
Amid the chatter of the market and the delicious street food, a moment of camaraderie between Herben and Atlas blossomed. As they indulged in their meal, the allure of Kajban's mysteries and the anticipation of their meeting with the king loomed on the horizon. In the heart of the city, where every corner seemed to whisper secrets, their journey was far from ordinary.
Their journey continued, and they embarked on the ascent of the grand stairway that led towards the king's hall. To their surprise, the guards stationed at the entrance allowed them passage without a second thought. This unexpected ease suggested that word of their arrival had spread swiftly, and Atlas couldn't help but wonder how much information had reached the king's ears.
As they climbed higher, Herben's energy began to wane, and Atlas could see his weariness. Compassionately, he scooped Herben up into his arms, carrying him with a strength that matched his determination. They ascended further, the stairway seeming to stretch into eternity, the view of Kajban becoming more breathtaking with every step.
Though their progress was slow, they didn't mind the gradual pace. As they looked back, they noticed the distance they had covered – a testament to their determination and the scale of the city itself. The sun was starting its descent, casting a golden hue upon the landscape. Kajban sprawled below them, a marvel of architecture and culture. It was a sight that rendered Herben momentarily speechless, a realization of his mother's tales brought to life before his very eyes.
Emotions welled up within him, and as the sun dipped lower, a single tear escaped Herben's eye. He wished his mother were there with him to see this awe-inspiring panorama. He yearned to share this moment with her, to feel her presence beside him. He knew that wherever she was, she would be proud of the journey he had undertaken.
Atlas sensed Herben's introspection and gently lowered himself and Herben onto one of the steps. "Take your time, my friend. There are moments in life that deserve our full attention."
Herben managed a bittersweet smile as he wiped away his tear. "It's just… I wish my mother could see this."
Atlas nodded knowingly, his gaze fixed on the sun setting over Kajban. "Sometimes, the ones we love are closer than we think. And even though we may not see them, their influence and guidance remain with us."
As the last traces of sunlight painted the sky, Herben and Atlas sat side by side, watching the city below transition from day to night.
Herben's voice carried a mix of wonder and longing as he spoke about his mother, casting his gaze toward the setting sun. "Yes, it is amazing to think that somewhere within the great expanse of the sun, in the palaces of Kharkash, my mother is watching over me. Thank you, Atlas, for bringing me here." He let out a soft sigh, his heart heavy with the absence of his father. "I just wish my father had come with us and been here. Will he ever come?"
Atlas's response was reassuring, delivered with a sense of certainty that supplied a glimmer of hope. "Soon we will go and see him. He misses you as much as you miss him. However, he had responsibilities to take care of your mother's ceremony."
After moments of silence, atlas with a slight smile, mumbled "Did your mother ever tell tales of this stares, and the crown she wore?
Herben's curiosity was piqued by Atlas's question about his mother and the mention of a crown. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "My mother? Here? What do you mean by a crown?"
A faint smile graced Atlas's lips, though tinged with a touch of mystery. "I may have spoken prematurely, but there's no turning back now. Your mother did indeed ascend these very stairs once, with a crown upon her head."
Perplexed, Herben's eyes widened as he tried to grasp the significance of Atlas's words. "A crown? But... why?"
Atlas's tone held a mix of gentle reassurance and enigmatic promise. "All in good time, Herben. You'll uncover the truth when the time is right. And it will be your mother who shares it with you."
Still grappling with the notion, Herben's thoughts raced. "I see. She's here with us, somehow?"
Atlas nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. "Yes, she resides within your heart. You can't see her yet, my friend, because you're not quite ready. But that time will come, sooner than you think. Now, let's get up. Our journey continues."
As Atlas took the lead, Herben allowed his gaze to linger on the sun's final descent beyond the horizon. He knew that he would eventually understand the mysteries Atlas spoke of, yet for now, the setting sun symbolized the fading day and the emergence of secrets waiting to be unveiled.
Chasing after Atlas, Herben's fatigue was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation. The ascent continued, and the sky gradually darkened as stars began to twinkle overhead. Finally, as they reached the summit, the majestic gate loomed before them, a testament to the city's grandeur. It was adorned with intricate carvings and adorned with precious gems, its beauty rivalling the very wonders that lay within Kajban itself.
Three imposing guards stood sentinel at the grand gate, their presence commanding respect and awe. Two of them, towering giants clad in formidable Armor, flanked the entrance like immovable sentinels of old. Positioned at the centre, a man with dark hair donned resplendent attire that gleamed with a subtle radiance, marking him as a figure of authority.
A warm greeting broke the silence, as the man in the centre stepped forward with a welcoming smile. "Welcome, sir. The king has been expecting the two of you."
Atlas's response was laced with a calm assurance, his tone unfazed by the gravity of the situation. "I noticed as much. It seems not even a single eye blinked in our direction."
The guard's expression remained stern, his response devoid of amusement. "Follow me, please," he instructed curtly, a hint of annoyance clear in his eyes.
Herben and Atlas fell in line behind the guard, treading the path he led them through. The hallway stretched before them, a passage carved deep into the heart of the mountain itself. As they ventured further, the air grew cooler and the echoes of their footsteps reverberated off the stone walls, creating an almost mystical ambiance. The journey into the mountain was a testament to the city's secrets, its history veiled within layers of stone and shadow.
The passage seemed to stretch on endlessly, each step bringing them deeper into the heart of Kajban. The anticipation hung thick in the air, as if the mountain itself held its breath in anticipation of their arrival. The torches that lined the corridor cast dancing shadows, illuminating the intricate carvings that adorned the walls – a visual tapestry that seemed to recount the city's ancient tales.
As they pressed forward, guided by the unyielding guard, Herben's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The enigma of what lay ahead fuelled his curiosity, while the weight of the mountain's history pressed down on him, a reminder of the city's enduring legacy.