Mosaic: Isaac's Blessing - Chapter 10 is out now. Preview below...
":Obsidian hallways, tall and intimidating as the rest of the church, were lit by a natural sunlight seeping through holes in the ceiling that glimmered off gems built into the path. Most churches were a golden palace, a bright gold and silver shine of encouraging hope, but not this unstructured and horribly continuous building that made me want to hide or sleep. Where were the usual sculptures of the Great Qaoudron who had saved the Westmost lands from the wrath of the Deacons? What about paintings that depicted the Nine Heavens, I wondered, and the Nine Hells for that matter? How were students supposed to learn with passion if they did not have inspiration of their own, a firm understanding of the world?"
"Isaac ran through the gem-studded halls toward the outer wall—the end tower, and rose garden he'd thrown his father's notebook over. What was he worth, now that he has murdered something so sacred? Nothing. He'd always loved the dragons, and in a last-minute attempt to fit in, killed one. Sun-dials on the wall depicted Falling Gold's first few marks, a pair of dashes descending the upper right half of the dial. Come Rising Silver, he'd be forced to become a Zealot of the church or leave the island of Daemonus."
"Boyd gulped, walked closer to the body. It wasn't mauled or scarred. Whoever this person was, they didn't put up a fight before their execution, and may even have done the deed themselves. He stuck out his foot and kicked at the wrists. As he thought, the sigil of the first-era was stitched on the inner side—the basic eye of the spirit, before it was expanded upon by Jericho. It was a tradition of the first-era to stitch the sigil on each wrist and greet one another by extending an open palm to grip each other's forearms so the eyes met—something about the spirit being in every one of us, how we must constantly watch one another. Some went as far as to tattoo the sigil in that sacred area."
New Chapter of Mosaic: Isaac's Blessing. Excerpt Below:
"...there are many realms around you. The Spirit is at the same time operating in a thousand different ways, most of them imperceptible to the bare human eye. With your new blessings, you are only beginning to discover these vast realms that have always been around you. Those who lack blessings find themselves limited." He pointed outside the tent. "Jailed, held down, hidden in what is called the natural realm.”
Rebekah tried to understand, searching the tent. “So, is this?...”
“This tent is one of the many realms you will come to know. You see, every realm has an essential purpose. It is the purpose of our church to align them in one true vision so the Spirit may course through all—this is the Spirit's will. Our Lord has spent his years discovering the true aim of this will and how to please it fully, something the dragons hid from us in ages past, for they wanted to rule over us with the power of the higher realms, to act as if they were the Spirit themselves.”"
Mosaic: Isaac's Blessing Updated***** Thank you to everyone who reads! Here is a sneak preview of what happens in Ch. 7:
"He punctured the dragon's neck and slid the blade through, but it caught halfway across the dragon's throat. All instruments ceased. He tugged and with a gush a spout of red burst forth, followed by slow, warm dribbles over his hand. The dragon's body fell limp. Isaac slowly returned it onto the stone. The blood continued to trickle down the narrow drain carved within the obsidian surface—the first sacrifice of many."