[Spoileralarm for those who don't know Oele well enough
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The death realm was mysterious. No one knew how big it was. Unwelcoming and cold were the words most fitting to describe that realm. Though there were still a few people who lived there and built settlements. Like in this area.
There were a few islands, different of size floating in the air. Something that only could be possible in the Death Realm, as the physics of the normal world couldn't be applied there. Partly they were connected by ways, maybe naturally build or maybe made by Dakkru. Those scholars who try to find out how they came to be, were not successful. So they were just one more mystery of the world.
Those islands which weren't directly connected through a natural way, had hanging bridges built between them. Being made a long time ago, they looked their age. The constantly returning storm and rain, had left its signs on the wood and ropes. Because of that, the people wouldn't trust those hanging bridges anymore and made detours, just to be on the safe side. Who could resent them for that? Slippery wood swinging violently in a storm wasn't safe. So no person with their right mind would go over them anymore.
Standing on a small island in the center of that area was a statue of Dakkru. Big, easily the double size of a grown Ynnwn, she stood there, demanding respect. And there was no one who passed by and didn't at least pray shortly to her. Even though the statue was old, the stone it was build off didn't show any sign of weathering. No one knew if the village was build around the statue or if one of the early villagers build it.
There were something else off in that settlement and that were the houses. Usually a house would have edges and a roof, flat or triangular with an edge pointing upwards. Those houses showed nothing like that. They were round, either having only a ground floor or having a first floor as well. The shape reminded of two balls being balanced on each other with a wide neck where the balls connect to stabilize them. The neck was thinner than the balls, letting the house have a curved shape.
Those balls weren't exactly round, but flattened a bit, as if someone pressed on top of them to make them less high and wider. The roof had a pointy end, though the top was made of the same materials as the walls which doesn't make it really roof like looking.
The windows were a rounded triangular, as well as the doors, which were partly decorated with teeth, bones or skulls.
In this unwelcoming area lived a Ylian child in the ruins which were left on top of one island. That girl wasn't the only one living there, but she was the most uncommon. Things like the shape of the houses couldn't catch her attention, since she was blind.
She was taught which island was connected with which, so if she ever had to run an errand on another island, she still would know where to go to. She only had to follow what she learned.
Of course she didn't use the hanging bridges. Her friend, purposely didn't tell her about them. She knew that there existed something since she could hear the creaking sounds of them, especially at nights when the wind threw them around. But she never tried and went on one.
Even though she couldn't see, she still stopped every time she passed the statue. She laid her head into her neck and raised her small hands towards the statue, just to quickly pull them back once they touched the cold stone. Those who saw her, thought that she was praying like everyone else.
Lacking education she didn't knew anything about gods, thus wasn't praying to Dakkru. Her friend had thought that other things were more important to teach her, knowing that she would find out about them sooner or later anyway. She stopped, because she could feel a hint of the almighty power of the god being emitted from it, because she was more sensitive in other areas to replace the eyesight she didn't have.
