The Order of Ja’el — Chapter Eleven

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Julien stared dumbfounded at the extravagance surrounding him in the palace. Having hailed from humble beginnings in a smaller Sky city called Potero, he’d never laid eyes on the richness of the royals. The events in Potero had been small at best, and the royals always kept to themselves in the more miniature castle assigned to that city.

The Capital was home to the Sky’s largest and most luxurious palace. The technology enabling it made the other cities seem ancient. Julien’s loss for words was therefore expected but, for Zora, a bit inconvenient.

“How many days were you captured for exactly?” She pressed again, repeating the question a little louder. “Uhh, Julien?”

“Yes, oh! I’m sorry. I just never imagined…” His voice trailed off as the healer bent over him and then moved aside for a servant to present a meal fit for a small family. “Is all of this for me?”

The servant nodded, smiled, and placed the fresh foods on the table next to him with impeccable style. The rarest fruits in the Sky formed a pyramid on its golden tray, and a gold jug with the special healing juices of the royals stood tall next to it. The healer then took out a medical…