Under a Glass Moon
Kagae Sharu, the White
"Empress" of Ereglast
She is short and willowy with alabaster skin and full lips. She has straight, hip length black hair often kept in a bun and small chocolate brown eyes. Contrary to what her name implies, she avoids wearing white and prefers sophisticated tailored garb in shades of blue-black, dark violet, grey-blue, and dark bronze.
When Akiatsu the Blue was king of Ereglast during the Age of Decay, he led his people through the worst they have seen since the gods first came down to Kavan. There was no surprise when he decreed, on the day of her birth, that his daughter would never witness the suffering of the world. So Sharu grew up in luxury, tended to by an obedient staff, and she never saw the world past the lavish gardens that surrounded the temple. She grew into a gentle-spirited girl, not expectant or demanding as one might expect of a child in her situation, but kind, without malice of any sort.
Her world remained tiny until the day she saw Ioun, disguised as a brightly colored owl that came gliding over the palace hedges. Sharu was 14 and she expected the bird to come to her call, as all of the temple animals had been trained to do so, but it merely sat looking down at her from the branches of its tree.
Confused but fascinated by the strange bird she brought it fruit and nuts and after she backed away it flew down to the plate she had laid out for it. It landed beside the plate and hopped up on one leg, holding the other close to his body. Sharu realized he had been hurt, one of his claws was missing, and she cried for the first time she could remember as she watched him eat and hobble on the edge of the plate.
Unable to stand it, Sharu got up and came toward Ioun, wanting to somehow fix her but she only scared her away. Her wings were uninjured and in a few seconds she was airborne and she flew out of the temple grounds. Sharu chased after him, overwhelmed with grief for the poor bird. She ran by the marble fountains, the topiary gardens, ponds full of sparkling fish, all without blemish, to the sculpted hedges that marked the borders of her world. And without thinking, she pushed through them and dropped into a world unlike anything she had imagined.
Ioun had transported Sharu back to the Age of Decay. People pushed and shoved through crowded streets, tired horses dragged wagons through the mud, diseased beggars yelled for charity and were ignored by everyone. People argued over scraps in front of decaying buildings.
Sharu wandered the streets for hours, unable to comprehend the suffering that existed outside of the palace gates. Well past nightfall, she was stopped by a woman with golden blond hair dressed in blue robes.
The woman was, again, Ioun, who opened her eyes and showed her the world that was and could be again. “Good, or evil, isn’t what happens to you,” she said. “It isn’t creation. It is what you do about it. When you return to your temple after seeing this, how you have changed will be for good or for evil.”
Sharu returned to the temple that night, and she took to her studies with a new fervor. She had the hedges removed and looked daily out into the country she was the princess of, determined to take the lesson to heart.