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Sky Whale Trilogy - Northern Dawn - Chapter OneChapter OneSky Whale Trilogy - Northern Dawn - Chapter One by ~optimisticpenguin101
An Arranged Marriage
“Dawn, Dawn, if you’re going down to the docks, can you take this?” Mrs Steinnmoor said, leaning out of her kitchen window. I took the lunch parcel from her and then waved as I headed down the hill toward the port. It was a warm spring day and the sky was a clear blue; not one cloud could be seen. As I hurried down the rough gravel road I waved as I passed my neighbours. Mrs Fuller was outside beating a rug and Mr Skogr was unloading groceries from his auto carriage.
“Mr Skogr, any chance of a ride?” I asked, coming over to him.
“Good morning, Dawn, and how does this morning find you?” he asked, momentarily pausing from his work.
“Very good. Father is coming in. I just received a message from Paal on the telegraph,” I explained.
“You’re still using that old thing! Isn’t it about time you started using an audio telegraph? That way you could talk to your father person to person, no mo
Sky Whale Trilogy - Northern Dawn - ProloguePrologueSky Whale Trilogy - Northern Dawn - Prologue by ~optimisticpenguin101
I was born on the very night the Empire fell. No sooner had I taken my first breath and my lungs let loose their first cry than the earth began to shake beneath us. My father looked out towards the Imperial City and saw flames and smoke upon the horizon. Soon even the streets of Portmouth erupted as fighting broke out in every alleyway. In the following days the city rang with the sound of heavy artillery. You could barely hear the cry of a newborn above the din, and yet the worst was still to come.
I was barely two months old when the real war began. Battleships appeared upon the waters of the harbour and were met by airplanes flying overhead from the capital. Portmouth was caught in the middle. Sirens sounded through the streets. Between the bombs and the torpedoes, Portmouth fell to its knees; the great towers of the ferry terminal collapsed into the sea and buildings which had stood for more than a hundred years were brought to ruins. That was the day my mother died. My fa