Protostellar #1 – Assemblage pt. 2

Protostellar

 

 

ROANOA, THE HALL OF HERITAGE

 

Three men stood toward the back of the hall, assembled in a semi-circle around a singular book lying closed on a pedestal of ancient oak; a resource not found anywhere else on Roanoa besides heirlooms and ancient relics of their civilizations.

Cordell Abramson and his father stood with the Council Elder. The Elder was the tie-breaker in all matters related to social indecision. Only when the Council could not solve issues themselves would the Elder intervene. It was also the responsibility of the Elder to protect and open and close the Book of Origin.

“It is true, however, that nothing before now has any relevance. As you have come of age and you are the son of a Councilmember, it falls to you to succeed your Father,” the Elder explained. Cordell placed him in his seventies, noting the triangular white beard that seemed to lose itself in the large ankle length robes of white and gold.

Cordell responded with silence, the weight of the Elder’s words not yet settling in. His eyes were drawn to the ages old leather bound book. The edges of the pages within were coffee brown and rough, implying antiquity. This apparent fate that he was hearing for the first time was underwhelming but seemed to be of some higher importance to the other two men with him.

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Protostellar #0 – Assemblage

Protostellar

ROANOA, THE HALL OF HERITAGE

Cordell Abramson was unnerved despite walking alongside the one man who had been at his side his entire life.

“Father, what is this all about?” The two men, one of senior years and the other just reaching the defining age of adulthood , walked shoulder to shoulder down the long sprawling hallway toward that led to the Chamber of Legacy.   The walls on either side of them were adorned with heritage, browning photos of families and leaders passed and ornate tapestries depicting family crests for those that rose to prominence within the Roanoa State.

“It is not enough for us to celebrate your day of birth today, my son. This will be a day of disclosure for you, the day in which all will be laid bare. You will succeed me once you embrace what the Elder has to tell you. Today you carry on our family name through enlightenment.”

“And you couldn’t have told me this earlier? I would have… dressed for the occasion?” Cordell’s attire was casual, not celebratory. His father wore the Robes of Truth with his sash of station, worn diagonally across his shoulder from shoulder to waist.

“All in due time. Anything you wore up until now is inconsequential. Once the Elder speaks with you, you will take my dressings and your life will truly begin to matter.”

“Wow. I would have thought it mattered all along…”

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