The Sanctuary of Lights

by SapphireStarlightPony

The Watchmaker

Chapter 4
The Watchmaker

The tower was quiet enough that even the soft scraping of turning pages seemed loud, just as Sapphire Starlight liked it. In fact it was why she’d bought the top floor and converted it into a small apartment when she’d moved to Glendale so many years ago. She had almost an hour to study her new book before Ironfeather woke up and joined her in the observatory.

“Not going to the town meeting?” he asked, looking down across the grassy square from one of the numerous windows that were spaced along the walls. Sapphire set her book back on the desk and joined him in his vigil. The view was another thing the unicorn liked about living in the tower. It made it easy to keep an eye on things.

“I already know what they’re going to say. I’d rather not see all their faces when they find out what we’re up against,” Sapphire explained. “It just... won’t solve anything.”

“The books will though?” he asked, surveying a shelf of dusty tomes. There were books of every color and size with tops ranging from the mundane Harvesting Northern Grains to the arcane Captivating Cantrips. Each of them showed signs of wear with the one exception of Healthy Sleeping Habits which had gathered more dust than even the darkest of the observatory's corners. …...

“They help me focus,” she said, tracing her hoof down along the page. “I’ve been trying all morning to find more out about those lights up north and the legend you told us about.”

“And did you find anything?” Ironfeather asked.

“No,” Sapphire said, slouching in defeat.

“What do you suppose they’re saying down there?” Ironfeather asked, looking down at the crowd far below.

“Just the truth of what we’re up against,” Sapphire said. “I do not envy Fleethoof’s job.” She took a deep breath and then returned to her book with the hope that her brief break had been enough to clear her head. Her guest watched out the window for a while longer, then began to explore the observatory.

“This is a nice place,” he said. “What sort of work do you do up here?”

“I study magic, dragon magic mostly, but other magic as well. Starlight and moonlight are essential components in many spells. Living in the observatory gives me good access to that without attracting a crowd.”

“So magic is your job?” he asked. He turned a skeptical eye on the unicorn. “Is that a common practice?”

“Basically, most towns try to keep a few unicorns around for magic,” she said. “We help with healing, sometimes assist the pegasus teams with the weather, and provide protective wards against monsters. What about you? Does your pride keep magic users around?”

“Gryphon magic doesn’t work like pony magic,” he said. “It comes when we need it, from somewhere within. It rarely manifests. Usually it’s… locked.”

“It’s locked away? Maybe that’s something I can fix,” Sapphire said. “I’ll look into it after all this mess is over.” Another book joined the growing heap on her desk.

“Still nothing?” Ironfeather asked.

“Still nothing,”she echoed.

A soft chime interrupted her search.

“I wonder who that could be,” she said, dropping the most recent book into the pile. Ironfeather hurried to the window and looked down.

“It’s the unicorn from last night,” he said. “Light’s Hope was his name I think.”

“Light? Here?” Sapphire asked. She began frantically straightening her desk and removing the clutter from the floor.

“I’ll just… go let him in then…” Ironfeather said, bemused by the unicorn's strange behavior.

“Gah, wait, I’ll get it,” Sapphire said. A soft aura of light glowed about her horn as she slipped the latch far below, letting the door swing open for Light's Hope.

Light had an uncharacteristically cheerful expression when he reached the observatory. An old scroll tied with a bright red ribbon rode in the satchel he carried about his neck.

“I see you’re hard at work this morning,” he said. “I thought you could use some help. You’re looking into the gryphon legend right?”

“Yes,” Sapphire said. She shook out her mane and looked over at the pile of books. “So far I’ve not had much luck. I got some stuff together on the wolven, but nothing on the legend itself.”

“I found something that might interest you then,” Light said, unfurling the scroll across her desk. It made a little 'fwip' sound as it abruptly straightened, only to fall unevenly over the many open books on Sapphire's desk.

“This is… where’d you find this map?” Sapphire asked.

“Town hall. It’s an old surveyor’s map of the region Glendale was built in. When the town was originally chartered they sent dozens of scouting groups into the area to evaluate the land.”

“Light this is brilliant,” she said, transfixed on the time-yellowed page.

“I uh… well… the thing is,” he stuttered, then regained his composure. “There’s a mention here of an old building way up north. Nothing about function, it could just be a weather station. Thing is, its right about where Dawn Chaser saw that light.”

Ironfeather peered over Sapphire's shoulder. “Why is there no gryphon territory marked on the map?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“This is centuries old,” Light said. “Your pride probably wasn’t around then.”

A sudden thought struck Sapphire. She yelped and took her hooves off the map. “This isn’t the original right?”

“Of course not,” Light said, shaking his head. “The original is safely stored in the archives. This was a copy someone had made. A little faith Sapphire, please.”

“Right, sorry, of course it’s not.” There was an awkward silence for several moments as Sapphire stared at the map and tried to decide what the old building could be. “Listen,” she said, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” Her voice trailed off.

“Yes?” Light asked.

“You talk a lot about faith, and you always seem so calm and well-gathered. Half the time I’m around you I feel like I’m just a goofy filly. So please, if this seems, premature, don’t think me too silly. I’m just nervous about this whole wolven invasion ordeal.”

Light's expression told Sapphire she'd begun down a road with too few signs marking the way.

“At any rate,” she said, quickly moving toward the point. “I do have faith in Glendale, I do. I just, I’m not sure how well we’re going to be able to handle ourselves against the wolven. There are so many of them, and they’re much more savage than our kind. What if fortifying the city isn’t enough? I just don’t want to see any of my friends hurt or killed when I didn’t exhaust every possible alternative.”

“That’s a very practical, reasonable approach,” Light said evenly. “What are you proposing?”

“A journey,” Sapphire said. “We take our bravest and best up to the light at the top of the world, and put an end to whatever is driving the wolven our way. We could end the entire invasion with one action.”

“So a quest then,” Ironfeather said.

“It sounds a little silly when you say it that way,” Sapphire said. She forced a meager grin, all at once feeling much like a schoolfilly whom had just confidently delivered a very wrong answer in front of the class.

“This is worth looking into,” Light said after some consideration. “I don’t know why you were so nervous about mentioning it. We could leave as early as tomorrow morning. We just need supplies, and enough strong ponies to deal with any wolven we might come across.”

“I would like to go,” Ironfeather announced. “I know I’m grounded but the storms will keep even your Emberwind on the ground. I know the area well. I can be useful here.”

“Then it’s settled,” Light said. “A glorious expedition to the north to save our town from disaster. We’ll want to bring Emberwind and Dawn Chaser, and perhaps one or two others, in case we run into trouble.”

Sapphire felt her lungs finally let go of that last breath of air, relieved that Light had moved on so quickly to planning the expedition. In his enthusiasm he had failed to notice the nervous blush that still warmed her cheeks.

“There’s one other person we should talk to before we go,” Sapphire said. She was looking up at the polished brass clock that hung over the doorway from the study to her room. Gears whirled behind the handcrafted faceplate, spinning to the beat of the steady click of passing seconds. When she looked back she found Light's features had tightened as though she'd dragged her hoof down a chalkboard.

“Do you think he’ll help?” Light asked, seemingly forcing the words out through half-grit teeth. His enthusiasm had evaporated as quickly as Sapphire had broached the subject of the watchmaker. It was a hatred as old as the force the watchmaker's craft metered out, long ago turned from personal vengeance to a seething tradition passed from father to son. Light held no personal malice toward the dragon but still the even-tempered unicorn could find only vitriol in his heart for the old creature.”

“He’s very old,” Sapphire said, quickly trying to make her case. “He might know something about the story.”

“Who are you talking about?” Ironfeather asked. He was lost, feeling quite uncomfortable at the sudden tension in the room. Sapphire was almost certain that the soft tick of the clock had been slowed because of it.

“There’s an old monster that lives on the edge of town. He makes time pieces. He’s-,” Light began. His nostrils were flared, and his voice had been rising in volume and tempo until Sapphire's harsh gaze caught his eye. He could see embers sparking in the mare's eyes.

“-a little off in the head,” Light finished, choosing his words carefully.

“A dragon, is that safe?” Ironfeather asked.

“It’s been done several times before,” Sapphire said, speaking quickly before Light could interject.

“What has?” asked the gryphon, but his question went unheard.

“Have a word with him if you think it could help,” Light said. “I’ll be at the flight school, gathering others for our cause.”

He left without another word. Sapphire’s ears wilted as her head sank.

“Well that could have gone better,” she said once she was sure the other unicorn had gone.

“He likes your plan for the quest at least.”

“I shouldn’t have told him I wanted to go to Brindolar for help,” she said. Ironfeather shrugged helplessly in response.

Later that afternoon, Sapphire stood in Brindolar’s shop, with Ironfeather at her side. The old watchmaker stood on two legs and towered over his visitors, as he had every visitor he'd had for the better part of a millennium. He was covered head to toe in red scales as dark as wine. Leathery wings were folded across his back, protruding through a pair of slits in his cloak.

“Miss Starlight,” he said without looking up from his work. An unfinished cedar clock face was propped up on his desk with half the numbers still missing. Gears, coils, springs, and screws were sorted into bins around the workshop, giving the air the subtle scent of metal and oil.

“It is good to see you again. I am afraid that your device is not quite ready. It will be another week, as we discussed. But then, I suppose you’re not here about that. Something to do with the town hall meeting perhaps?”

The dragon's voice was soft and weary, tempered with a coldness of a hard life and a faded sense of pity. Despite his brisk presentation, Sapphire felt comfortable in the dragon’s presence, perhaps in spite of the subtle shaking of her companion.

“You went to the meeting?” Ironfeather asked, wide-eyed.

“I did not,” the dragon said evenly. “I prefer to keep to myself and my work but I do pay attention.”

“Well you’re right, it is about the meeting,” Sapphire said. “There have been some things happening that we’re having trouble explaining, and it looks like it might be related to an old building Dawn Chaser found up north.”

“An old building up north you say?” Brindolar asked. He turned for a moment and looked back at his two guests. It was the first time he’d made eye contact with either of them. His bright cobalt eyes seemed almost hypnotic to look at. Ironfeather quickly found an interesting spot on the floor at the dragon’s feet to stare at.

“Yes,” Sapphire said. “It looks like it was here before Glendale was founded. I wanted to ask if you knew anything about it.”

“That was several centuries ago. How old do you believe I am?”

“I’m not sure I could even guess. Your magic is very developed but you’re rather small.”

“This is small?” Ironfeather half-muttered half-gasped. He immediately regretted speaking up. The dragon grinned at him with a smile that could have peeled the paint from the walls. Instead it caused Ironfeather to visibly shrink, one of the easiest feats of dragon 'magic'.

“Yes, I am small. Most dragons with my level of development are hulking beasts that spend centuries napping in light-forsaken caves,” Brindolar said, his voice remaining calm and steady. “I have no interest in living my life as a bleary-eyed monster.”

“So you found a way to stop your growth? I thought maybe you had,” Sapphire said.

“Yes, around five centuries ago. I still age but I will never grow larger than I am now.”

“That means you were here when Glendale was founded, right?”

“Yes, I was,” the dragon said quietly. “I was a young thing then, a little naïve to the dangers of living on the frontier. There were difficulties no one expected. It takes a great deal of sacrifice, Miss Starlight, to survive on the savage frontiers of Equestria. We had some great heroes, and such terrible curses.”

“Anything from back then that you think might still be around…?” Sapphire asked, walking up to the workbench Brindolar was hunched over.

“Sometimes, I think, if I just… if I could… ” his voice broke. He was looking up at the large clock above his desk. He had such a sorrowful look on his face that Sapphire couldn’t bring herself to interrupt. The dragon reached up with a gnarled black claw, and began slowly turning the minute hand back, hour by hour. Eventually he put his head down and shut his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Sapphire said, quietly backing away. “We’ll leave you be.” Ironfeather had already withdrawn to the door, waiting for her.

“Sapphire, are you going to the old sanctuary? With the lights?” Brindolar asked.

“Yes, we are.” Sapphire said, looking back at the dragon.

“I would very much like to go with you,” he said.

“We’re leaving at dawn the day after tomorrow,” Sapphire said. “If you’re sure, show up then, ready to go. We’ll meet at town hall.”

“I will be there,” Brindolar said, lifting his head high.

Comments

[sklafjdslkj]

This chapter is much better than the others. Just thought you might want to know that.

[SapphireStarlightPony]

220344

I'm glad it was noticeable. I made some changes with my narrative style in that chapter. I plan to update the previous chapters to that style eventually.

[ajaysallthat]

I think that there needs to be a Me Gusta face pony in the emoticons section...
because...well
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