(Not beta read. Please forgive any grammar or spelling issues. This takes place right after chapter 1. Hope you enjoy it)
When they arrived on Ambici surface, it was a desert wasteland. No greenery or creatures were before them. All life on Ambici was reduced to the Domes. Even wildlife lived in the domes. Kinger pointed to the east of them, “If I remember correctly Orb Man was watching a dome meant for entertainment.” Queenie faced east and hummed “Entertainment? A whole dome?” Kinger nodded and started to walk and speak, “Yes, Orb Man once said that the residents decided to move all entertainment to one place so as to make the residents move to different domes. To make people move around and not stay stagnant.” Queenie shook her head at that. That's one thing she noticed about the residents that they were so scared they wouldn't move to another dome unless necessary.
The domes were big but they weren't that big. Not too long ago, not sure how long exactly, time is weird with gods, she learned from Kinger, who helped build the domed glass surface, that the residents were building underground cities when the dome would get too small for the many residents inside. A hierarchy started in some domes, with the poor being pushed to the underground cities, but that didn't last long when an Abstraction made its way into a dome and killed everyone above ground, not even bothering to go underground for the others who had locked all exits from the people above. Kinger ended up designing a shield around the domes that would prevent that from happening again. The hierarchy died that day too.
Traveling as a god wasn't hard, walking across the surface of the planet was easy when you were taller than the domes, taller than anything there, even the mountains. The residents always watch in awe as they watch the Sun and Moon gods walk across their planet without a scratch to it. Queenie walked over a dome and she saw the small residents wave at her. She smiled and waved back kicking up dust and rocks. The shield on the dome lit up as the debris hit it.
Smiling Kinger brought out a box. “I finished the final piece my darling,” Kinger gave her the box, it was full of chess pieces. The chess pieces laid on soft black velvet inlays, carved from the wedding gift the Creator gave them, a Lignum Vitae tree, strongest wood on Ambici, she noticed some of the pawns had purple flowers outlined on them. “How did you get the purple flower outline?” She picked up the pawn with the purple flower at the very tip. It shone in the sunlight, but glowed in her hand as she turned it toward her. It was fascinating. “I actually didn't. They bloomed on the wood after I carved them. I believe the chess pieces are still alive even though they were cut from the main tree.” Queenie looked down at the pieces and sure enough a flower was opening up on the underside of the queen's bottom edge. “That is something. I can't wait to play with you,” she softly spoke and gave the box back to Kinger. He nodded in agreement and put the box back inside his long brown leather coat pocket.
Kinger adapted the look of the residents when he had worked on the land for 20 years. He could easily pass off as a resident if he wanted hence the mustache. He wore long tan leather pants, held up by bright purple suspenders, with a white threadbare shirt that lace in front and comfortable brown boots that came to the calf. His hair was tied up in a purple and black leather lip newsboy cap. Queenie always rolled her eyes when she saw him put the purple accessories on, but he said it was her favorite color and he liked wearing her favorite color on him. Queenie wore her white chiton, having discarded her armor on the moon. Walking barefooted, she was the perfect image of the Moon Goddess walking besides the Sun God, who helped reflect her light gently.
It didn't take them long to make it to the Entertainment Dome. It was almost evening and the dome was beaming like a lightbulb with all the lights from the buildings and spotlights, which Queenie looked closer and saw a circus. Something drew her eye, turning her head, she saw it, a giant crater next to the dome. The ground was pitch black, like it was burnt from something. Kinger started to shrink, Queenie followed his lead. As they got closer to the ground, Queenie gasped, she felt a wave of cold pressure, forcing her to her knees, she felt sick. Gods don't feel sick or even have the notion of being sick, unless they turn into an Abstraction, which Queenie didn't know how that felt. Kinger held her hand and she instantly felt better. “Stay close to me,” he whispered. They moved closer to the creator and the pressure got stronger, but Kinger holding Queenie's hand she was able to move alongside him. As they got closer, the sun finally went down and then it was Queenie holding up Kinger from the ground. “What is happening?” Queenie felt stronger, as The Monarch came into view above them and she felt the pull of her power. Kinger breathing heavily, “Something is causing our powers to wax and wane to the flow of the moon and sun. You felt weak when the sun was up but I felt strong. Then the sun went down and I felt weak, but you felt strong as the moon came into view.” Queenie looked up at the moon, not understanding why that was an issue because the sun was always there. You couldn't see it all the time, but Queenie could see it through the atmosphere. Shaking herself and holding up Kinger, they began walking again closer to the crater.
Now five feet from it they heard a rumble and the ground underneath them began to shake and roll like waves. The ground bent and cracked and buckled, Queenie and Kinger tried to hold on to each other, both of them being lifted off the ground like the many rocks around them and slammed down hard. Kinger, feeling sicker, realized that he was almost near the craters edge which now had walls that suddenly erupted from the earthquake. He rolled away and looked for Queenie. A shadow fell across them. Queenie quickly looked up as she moved toward Kinger stumbling at what appeared before her. Kinger was still trying to find his bearings and didn't notice the shadow above him. Feeling better as Queenie touched his shoulder, smiling as he glanced toward her but she wasn't looking at him. Kinger saw the horror and shock in her face before turning sharply toward the crater. He felt his face match his wife's. What stood before them was a ginormous circular spear, bigger than the entertainment dome, it had suddenly just appeared from the crater. The crater’s middle was pushed upward like something punched through its surface from below it. Perfectly round, blacker than night, like an obsidian marble.
Queenie stood up slowly with Kinger in tow. They couldn't move further, the pressure of the spear had grown and it was too much. It hovered above the ground and made no sound. Kinger took a deep breath, speaking, “Is this the new Abstraction Orb Man was talking about?”
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