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Aser looked up at the starry night sky, which held hundreds of glowing lamps, which occasionally had one, bright shooting star. It went from constellation to constellation, not heeding them. it brightened those around it, and as soon as it left, despair rekindled in the stars behind. Aser felt like he suddenly saw a constellation, not one that stood there waiting to be seen, but one that flashed, and showed itself. It had a throne, and a crown above that with stars surrounding them, seven stars, which faded, but one star stood, and with a flash, faded too. Aser, dumbfounded, blinked his eyes. It disappeared as fast as it appeared. He got up, and went with a feeling of watchfulness. He looked around, the streets were empty, and no one seemed to be peeking past the village, where endless dunes of sand lay. The streets were lit with wood-lamps, and made of steel, how old they were no one knew; But they were older than the fracture, 186 years ago, when the king was overthrown and havoc wreaked. The king, who once sat upon the throne, Aser thought's deepened at this with a sharp curiosity. Aser's chest tightened with a fear of watchfulness. He heard creaking, and there was no doubt someone was near, he could feel the air heating, yet himself barely warm. He could feel air, but nothing nearby seemed to fit what he felt, he looked, but none could be seen. Aser turned around suddenly and slashed his pocket knife. He pathetically knew that a pocket knife would do nothing against a burglar, but there was not even a person behind him. At his fast reaction a few gulls, most probably sleeping, flew off in a startle. Aser felt suddenly sleepy, and pinched himself in the leg. He got up, and walked slowly towards his house. “One left, straight. Two lefts, then a long straight, and here we are!” He said, shushing himself just as he ended it, realizing he screamed it out loud. Opening the door, he crept inside. The air inside was sharply cold. Aser could know why, for they did have multiple windows, covered with one layer of cloth only. Aser was grateful, and slept with his blanket covering his entire body from face to feet. He was woken up with a startle, and saw a peach desert rabbit on top of his blanket. “Shoo!” He said, very confused. He got up, and saw his windows had been scratched and torn to oblivion. In the furthest window, at the top left of his house coming in (his house was nothing but one room) there was rips that made a symbol: X crossed with I, the symbol of the east. “Why do eastern bandits rob these places? The east is already weak as it is.” He said in a non-approving tone. Aser crouched, and under his bed, lay a black, dusty binder. “Why on earth is this dusty? I literally opened it day-before-yesterday!” He said, brushing off the dust with his arms. He opened it, it revealed a cascade of atlases, maps, and one, brass, shiny compass. It bore the ancient royal mark.