Flickering light on water

A small flame, flickering off hollow walls. Stone walls. The light bouncing and reflecting, twinkling on running pools of water, creating small rainbows on multicolored waterfalls. Water falling over cold blue stone. Stone that is smooth and pale. Stone that has seen the test of time, and laughed. Stone that has been beaten down and weathered smooth by years of winds, years of slow trickling water. This is the stone that housed kings and sheltered orphans. A small cascade of water falls down this stone, creating small pools, and shallow lacerations into the blue stone. The cascade turns and slides with the winds spraying drips of water into the air, casting them about to splatter the blue stone.

Thrust up in the center of the stone structure is an alter. As old as the stone itself, a part of the room, a part of its history. Red flames carried by wood torches surround the room, and through the shifting light shadows are cast over a gray blade. With knicks and dents the word looks as old as the stone it lies on. The pale gray gleaming in the red light, offsetting the cold blue surface of the stone. The small patches of mist spraying onto the blade from the gently pooling streams letting drops of water run down the surface of the metal onto a slowly growing pool on the alter below.

Before this monolithic seen kneels a woman. Low prayers growling around the stone room, rumbling with the falling water, mixing with the steady beats of sound. Her form is enshrouded in a shadow of metal. Iron buckles and shifting plates encircle her form. Besides her lies a bucket of cast iron, glinting a shallow light under the torches. Iron knees touch the floor, and iron hands clasp in solemn prayer. A cascade of thin white hair runs over the cold panels falling from a faced lined with wrinkles and scares.

She mumbles old words over the worn sword and ancient alter. The halls reverberate with the steady monotone of chant. The waters resounding with their own hollow roar. All the while the walls around them chuckle with the passing of another timeless moment.