Eli
It was now late afternoon, the sun settling to a more bearable heat. In the distance, I saw the guards allowing those with appointment to file through. They were thoroughly searched for any weapons, be it swords, daggers or sharp, makeshift weaponry. Anything considered dangerous was confiscated, and given back once the purpose of their visit had been fulfilled. It did not matter how many times one saw the palace from the other side of the royal gates. Once the threshold had been crossed, the Palace of Life, as it was known in Zamee, stood tall in all its grandeur, the smaller gold minarets slightly leaning towards the large gold and white dome at the heart of the palace.
The first to come into the hall with a dispute were two men. Though the animosity between them was clear, all was
