The Planet Without A Sun
Part of the Sinesol Universe
Aegion has lost faith. Faith in society, in the corrupt government Malos, and most of all in himself. He believes he is cursed to bring trouble to whoever crosses his path, forcing him to intervene in problems that are none of his business. Even miles away from the closest city, secluded in the deepest part of the dying wilderness, his curse brings problems to his front door.
This is why Malos has branded him as The Scourge of the Wilds, a danger to all, deserving only death. However, he often hears another name whispered, one he much prefers, though he doesn’t believe it himself, a hero.
But when his curse throws a young girl, Anadilcia, who is in search of her long lost father, at him, his whole life changes. She is being chased by a group of brutes who have vowed to get revenge and retrieve the ancient machine she took, their master has made it obvious failure is not an option. As far as Aegion is concerned, his curse has struck again, but this time it turns out much differently.
Welcome to Sinesol, a planet where the sun that is only a husk of its former glory, the dust of which has covered the planet and become an essential part of life, intertwined with both living creatures and inanimate objects alike. This, along with not one but two catastrophic disasters thousands of years prior, has brought humanity to the brink of extinction. However, humans are known for their resilience and desire to survive, even when all the odds are against them. Over the past few hundred years, the people of Sinesol have begun to recover, at least as much as the evil Malos will allow them to.
When Aegion first set foot into the small settlement, he couldn’t believe that the rich people from Lutetia would even be seen here. It was dirty and smelled like week old brawn. Of course this wasn’t a problem for him, he was used to sleeping out among the overgrown forests of dry, thorny trees and bushes that covered most of Gallia known as the Wilds. He had even spent a few years isolated, fearing the curse that he swore he carried around with him.
He ran into trouble where ever he went, but it wasn’t him that got into it. Some poor kid would get trapped or highwaymen would try to hijack a merchants goods, and he’d be there. At first he thought it was just good luck, but it kept happening, over and over. He couldn’t walk more than a day without finding someone in need of his help. It was then that he realized it wasn’t a blessing that he was always around, it was a curse.
He was the one causing these people to get trapped in these situations, it was his fault they had such bad luck. Of course he didn’t know how that was possible, but it had proved true time and time again, and he was sure it wouldn’t be long before it happened again.
After taking a look around town, making sure he has a solid escape plan should anybody recognize him, Aegion went in search of some hot food and possibly even some beoir. The areas around Lutetia made the best, and it was truly the only way to relax a man after wandering the Wilds for days.
He didn’t have a hard time finding the tavern. While the town itself was pretty much empty, the tavern was packed to the brim with patrons.
Must be where everyone hangs out at night he thought to himself as he entered.
Much like outside, the tavern was dirty. The bar and tables were all covered with a thick dust, except where a drink or plate of food had been. He wondered how people didn’t sneeze up a storm in here, but thought it’d probably be best to just find a place to sit.
As he made his way to the bar, he gained a few glances, but no one seemed to recognize him. The whole room smelled like rotten brawn and urine, a combination he didn’t particularly like, but he also detected a hint of stew, and that was good enough for him.
The only seat available was on the far side of the bar, next to a nice looking couple and their son.
“Excuse me, sir. Is this seat taken?”
Manners weren’t especially common outside of the big cities, but he found it went a long way when introducing himself to strangers. He’d grown up in a big city and his mother, may she rest in peace, taught him how to act proper, like those of power, even though they had very little to their name.
“No, it’s all yours,” the man answered, with a nod and smile.
It was a few minutes before the barkeep found her way over to him and got his order, not that he had much choice. The food on the menu consisted of a stew with brawn or a stew without brawn. He was so tired of the wretched meat he took it without, surprising even himself.
It was next to disgusting, but it was hot and filled his stomach. The beoir made it go down a bit easier, especially after his first glass was empty and he started on his second.
He had been so intent on his own meal that he almost didn’t hear the hushed conversation of the couple who had so graciously let him sit down.
“What are we going to do?” the woman said, more fright in her words than shown on her face.
“Just calm down. This isn’t the first time we’ve gone through this. We will be fine. He will be fine,” the man answered.
Aegion could tell that this was no little worry and knew his curse had brought another poor family into his wake.
“How do you know that? They got so close last night, closer than ever before. It’s only a matter of time before-”
“Shh, don’t. Not here.” The man lowered his voice even further, “not in front of him.”
“It’s not fair, he’s just a boy, he deserves a normal life. It’s not his fault-”
She stopped mid-sentence and looked towards the little boy, who was happily playing with a model airship. The toy was surprisingly accurate, at least from the ones Aegion had seen. It wasn’t common to see such intricate designs on a child’s toy.
Aegion waited another minute to see if they’d continue their conversation, but was met with silence. He figured if he was going to help this couple, he’d have to be the one to talk first.
“That’s a mighty fine toy you got there,” Aegion said to the boy.
“Thanks! My daddy made it himself,” he answered with a smile, “he’s a master machinist! Or at least he used to be.”
Aegion looked up at the boys parents with the largest smile he could. “A master machinist! You don’t come across too many of these outside of the main cities! What brings you here?”
The man looked at him with suspicious eyes. Friendliness just wasn’t common enough these days, something Aegion wished wasn’t the case.
Still, the man answered, “Traveling. We’re from Fairlea, I got a new job in the capital.”
“But, Dad, that’s not-”
“Be quiet, son. Play with your airship while I talk.”
“That’s a long way to go for a job, did ya walk the whole way?” Aegion asked, pretending he didn’t notice the child’s protest.
“Mostly. We were able to tag along with a merchant or two for some of the ride, but it’s just been the three of us for the most part. How about you, you don’t look like you’re from around here, either.”
“Nope. I’m what you’d call a wanderer. Originally from Linmoor myself. Left there some time ago, traveling from place to place. It’s an interesting life, but sometimes I just want to find a nice place to settle down, yanno?”
“You live in the Wilds?” the boy piped in.
“Sargon, what did I say? Let the adults talk right now.”
“I’m sorry, just not used to finding others who live out there.”
Sargon’s father closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
Aegion knew his instincts had been right, this family needed help. It didn’t matter how much he wanted to resist, he wouldn’t be able to.
His brain told him to wish the family a good night and walk out of the tavern right now, but the curse…the curse told him he needed to help them, because who else would be there for them? Nobody, and he knew it.
“Look, I get the feeling yer in a bit of trouble, and I can help. I know you have no reason to trust me, heck I have no reason to trust you, been duped before, but somethin is tellin me it’s the right thing to do.”
“We’re fine, just a bit tired is all, we need a good night sleep,” the father replied, a smile back on his face.
“Honey, this man is offering to help. The least we can do is talk to him. If he truly is a wanderer, he might know of somewhere we can go.”
They looked into each others eyes for what seemed like minutes, both with a firm look on their faces.
In the end, her husband gave way with a sigh, “Fine, we will talk to him, but you let me decide what happens from here on out.”
She nodded and they both turned to Aegion.
When the man spoke once again, it was in a whisper that Aegion almost couldn’t make out.
“We’re trying to escape Malos. They’re hunting us in full force. We’ve been hiding for almost a year now, but running out of places to go.
At first we tried to just leave Lutetia and head to one of the other cities, but word spread quick. They sent out full brigades to find us and we almost got caught not half way there. After that, we stayed in the Wilds outside of a small farm community a few days away from here. We traded service for food and protection, but somehow Malos found us even there. They killed every last man, woman, and child living there to try and find us.
We traded service for food and protection, but somehow Malos found us even there. They killed every last man, woman, and child living there to try and find us.
“Our main concern is Sargon, not ourselves. If we could find a place to hide him from Malos, it doesn’t matter what happens to us.”
This made Aegion cringe. Malos was a menace, and very few people knew it. It didn’t matter what this family had done, if they are fighting against Malos, even passively, he had to help them at any cost.
“I can help, got a few ideas rollin around, but we need to find a better place to talk.”
“We have a room upstairs, should be private enough.”
Aegion nodded and the four of them headed upstairs.
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