Solirus
Grossly Incandescent
Imprisonment
The skies were clear blue this day, the sun was past noon, it radiated with an unending brightness and heat. The soil it fell into was dead and barren, overstepped by those who resided upon it willingly or not. The sea glistened with the light, the waves crashing upon dozens of warships docked on the harbor of the camp. These were no mere ships, but instead the labor of carpenters and lucky slaves. This camp was a machine and a prison, one fueled by the ceaseless work of slaves, captured from the war, or bought from others.
Where there was misery, there was opportunity. Many knew that the Mathean empire was guided by war and the glories one could attain from it and yet the empire also valued its community or more importantly on how that community could be used for the empire. In their eyes, it was an honor and a privilege to serve for the empire in whatever form possible. Yet to the slaves who labored their lives away, torn from home and family, there was no honor and duty, the thing that drove them was either hope or despair.
Whether just having been sold to the camp or in the midst of grueling work, few slaves suddenly saw as the world around them slowed to a crawl and halted. Their fellow miserables and even the guards who watched over them were no more mobile than boulders. They themselves however remained unchanged, their ragged clothes remained and the shackle on their right foot held on tightly.
Directly forwards to all who were unaffected by the stillness, a figure appeared, their body appeared as flowing silk, even as the winds did not seem to blow here, and their head appeared as a carved and dull gemstone with antlers protruding outwardly. From the cloth a shadowy figure resembling an arm came out, pointing at those that saw it.
“You have been chosen to partake in a contest between the Gods” The voice didn’t seem to come from the individual before them but instead from their own head. “You shall meet with your Patron now” The figure before them abruptly disappeared, enveloped by a blue light and leaving nothing behind.
Now each of the slaves vaguely knew of their predicament and should the words by the figure be true, they would be in the presence of divinity.