“Come, let us take a closer look!” The Empress ordered as her bond suddenly dived down picking up tremendous speed before raising itself higher into the air, within seconds the Empress was higher than the rest of them and quickly gaining height, creeping ever closer to the object. The others followed back behind her struggling to catch up to the Empress. Finally, the Empress stopped and hovered still, staring directly at the object. A wide grin shot on her face. Finally catching up to the Empress, the young prince felt a kind of charge in the air making his hair on the back of his head stand on end as if air was given some kind of boost in energy. The structure was unlike anything the young prince had ever seen before. It was massive, obtusely large. The structure seemed to be held up by three cylindrical plates one on each point of the triangular shaped centre. Each cylindrical plate emanated a glowing blue energy that seemed to create fizzling sparks of blue mist. The cylindrical plates each had a ring spinning anti - clockwise. At the top of the centre looked to be buildings that stretched high into the sky the tallest among them were these two centre buildings shaped like a daggers blade paralleling each other. Going lower down the bottom of the centre was split into two different layers. The top layer held all the buildings and seemed to be some sort of floating city, but the lower level under the centre was different. The lower level seemed to be built from a variety of complex shapes. At the centre of the lower level, it was shaped in a segmental arch going all the way straight through the middle of the lower level. At the two sides of the segmental arch were two oval shaped platforms connected to the top layer by a set of what looked to be Iron pillars. At the very top of the entire structure was a floating ring spinning clockwise.

“Mother, what is that thing!?” Omarai questioned. 

“That is a Ngome ya angani (Castle of the sky) a mabaki ya ulimwengu wa kale. I had seen one before but never this close.” The Empress went into deep thought as she stared at the Ngome ya angani. Finally, she came to a decision. “Shaaray.” She called out.

“Yes mother.” Shaaray responded, curious with what her mother wanted.

“Head back to the capital and bring back as many guardsmen as you can muster, tell them to bring chains of Iron and bring them here. With haste!” The Empress demanded.

“Yes mother.” Shaaray quickly spun her bond around and they blitzed through the air heading straight towards the capital.

“Omarai!” The Empress growled for her daughter.

“Yes mother.” Omarai quickly responded.

“Stay here and wait for your sister, once you are in contact with the guardsmen send her to the Minarjoni, you will lead an expedition onto that Ngome ya angani and try to find a way to pin it down, then you will await for my arrival for further instructions.” The Empress commanded Omarai.

“Yes mother, but why will you not wait with me.” Omarai questioned her mother, seeming to be confused with her decision.

“Because the Alang tu vewat will be expecting either me or your father and since your father is at the Hema la wafalme they will be expecting me.” Omarai, understanding her mother more clearly, gave a nod of acknowledgment as she prepared to get closer to the Ngome ya angani. 

“Makena, come we must haste to Minarjoni if we wish for your brother to gain Allights Sights, time is of the essence.” 

“Yes Mother.”

They continued onwards to the Minarjoni. As they flew Makena had a question that he wanted to ask the Empress.

“Mother?” Makena questioned.

“Yes Makena.” The Empress Responded

“The Ngome ya angani, what do you think you will find there?” Makena questioned.

“Answers.” The Empress Said.

“Answers to what?” Makena questioned, intrigued about the answer his mother gave before.

“Answers to the Kuanguka kwa ulimwengu wa zamani (Fall of the old world). We know little of our ancestry, most of it is hidden or destroyed with the salt sands of the Bahari wa chumvi, and what little we do know is kept guarded by the Alang tu vewat, maybe the The Ngome ya angani can shed some light on our forgotten history.”

“Maybe.” Makena responded.

Finally, they came into view of Minarjoni. The city was Different to the home of the young prince as it was really one giant megastructure with a collection of buildings built on top or around it. Minarjoni was an interesting shape as it was built like a half-formed pyramid with two bases. The first base was on top of the sand acting as a strong base to have the second and heavier base on top of it stopping that base from sinking into the ground. The second base was more of a diamond shape placed on top of the square base on the sand making the city look like a twinkling star in the sky. The second base was far taller than the first, standing at around 230 feet into the air. The city was made out of a Whitestone and white marble combo with gold accents and embellishments criss-crossing the walls of the city creating a kind of tapestry of gold and white. Minarjoni had an underground and surface water irrigation system of canals and tunnels that allowed water to flow all throughout the entire city, allowing the Alang tu vewat to plant a variety of trees all over the city giving the city a beautiful tropical look.  At the very top of the city in the centre was a tower, the destination of the young prince. Heading down to the tower, the Empresses bond and Makena’s bond landed at the base where the landing was, where two Mwonaji came to greet them.

“High queen Malaika, welcome to Minarjoni.”

“Take the boy and prepare him for Allights sight.” She waved them off as she spoke.

Bowing to the empress, he went over to the young prince, who was just getting off Makena’s bond.

“Come young prince, Allight and the moon have nearly aligned.” The mwonaji gave a gesture as they spoke to him. The young prince gave a node of acknowledgment before walking with them to the tower. Once inside the young prince was greeted by one more mwonaji, only this time they were wearing completely different robes to the mwonaji behind him. The mwonaji in front of him was wearing green robes and looked rather simple in comparison to the usual dressing of the Alang tu vewat. The mwonaji was a elderly man with a very long white beard and piercings on his ears. The man's eyes were bleached from ritual blinding like Azrahi’s. The Man gave a gesture to the young prince telling him to follow him, and so the young prince followed. All four of them journeyed down the massive hallway. The walls of the hallway were coloured a kale green, with the ceiling coloured an olive green. The young prince was unsure what material the walls were made of as they gave off an almost rustic look from the way light bounces off it. The floors were colured a red white and gold. The red was at the centre of the halfway and was a kind of red carpet of glossed over marble leading you around the complex. The white was just the usual granite, and the gold was at the rims of the walls acting as a kind of divider for the walls and floor. The man led them through the hallway until they reached a cylindrical hall with a giant orb of gold with two rings connected to the orb spinning around clockwise in the centre of the hall. Another smaller set of orbs orbited the bigger spinning orb counterclockwise to the rotation of the bigger orb. The young prince looked intrigued at the golden contraption as they were walking past it. He considered in his mind that it did look very similar to the Ngome ya angani, and wondered how it worked and what it meant, as he leaned in closer to have a look.

“Careful my young prince, we wouldn’t want you to trip.” The mwonaji with the green robe warned in a very raspy voice, that sounded as if he had a sore throat. The young prince looked perplexed at the man.

“How did you know that I was leaning in?” The young prince questioned, intrigued at the old man. “Is it that you are not blind?”

“No, my young prince, I have given my sight to Allight, but just because I cannot see, does not mean I cannot see you. I have other ways of seeing?”

“Other ways of seeing? How?” The young prince was confused by the old man's statement.

“That is a secret of the order, if I were to tell, you would have to join. Hmmm. We’ve never had a prince before joining us, you would be the first.” The old man remarked.

“No, I won't be joining your order.” There was a long silence as they continued to walk past the hall into this large archway leading into another hallway. Going through this hallway they finally reached a set of doors. The doors were made of the stone that was on the walls but had a set of golden dragon head shaped knobs protruding from the door. The mwonaji with the green robes knocked on the door twice. The door was opened, and three women dressed in all black appeared before them all similarly dressed like Azrahi. 

“He has come to reclaim sight?” One of the women in black robes questioned.

“Yes.” The mwonaji in green said.

“He is late, but no matter, we will see to begin the ritual, come boy.” The women in black beckoned to him with a gesture to come forward. As the young prince walked in, the doors suddenly shut, and the young prince had to quickly jump in as so not to be caught between them. Once inside he saw many more mwonaji mwanamke all dressed in the same as the three women. They were all tending to boys and girls around the young prince's age, bathing them in some honey-coloured liquid or painting white marks all over their face. Some were cutting off hair. Some were pouring black liquid into their eyes, which sounded like it was stinging as some of them were yelping in slight pain. But all of them for sure were naked and they all paid him no mind. Two mwonaji mwanamke came to the young prince. One of the mwanamke mwonaji started pulling off his clothes. This made the young prince visibly uncomfortable, but he did nothing to protest against it and let it happen willingly. After all his clothes were off his body one of the two mwonaji mwanamke pulled a knife from her sleeves and came up to the young prince. This instantly put the young prince into a state of panic as he pushed himself back trying to gauge the situation. The mwonaji mwanamke with the knife gave the young prince a warm smile before pointing to a mwonaji mwanamke behind the young prince. The young prince looked around and saw a mwonaji mwanamke using a knife to cut the hair of a young girl. The young prince turned back to face the mwonaji mwanamke with the knife and cautiously took a step forward. The mwonaji mwanamke with the knife slowly did the same, putting her hand gently on his head before carefully grasing the blade on the scalp of his head, cutting off large strands of hair. Finally done, the mwonaji mwanamke led the young prince to a wooden tub full of a honey-coloured liquid and pointed to it, indicating to him that he should get in, and so he did. Once he was in the mwonaji mwanamke started to pour different ointments on him. As the young prince lay in the liquid, he noticed that it started to change colour, darkening, it was then the young prince realised that the liquid was a cleanser, used to extract toxins in the body. Finally, the liquid turned into a murky, mud brown. The mwonaji mwanamke called him out from then. After that the young prince was padded down with a towel and brought a clay bowl of white paint. The mwonaji mwanamke then dipped their fingers in the paint and started to paint on the young prince, creating intricate patterns of lines and dots all over his face and body. This made the young prince very uncomfortable as the paint was cold to the touch and felt almost slimy. Once they were done the one of the mwonaji mwanamke brought another clay bowl this time with a black liquid inside of it. Once again one of the mwonaji mwanamke dipped her hands into the bowl letting the black liquid stain her hands, she then placed her hands over the prince's face, right above his eyes, then spoke. 

“Keep your eyes open.” The young prince obeyed and kept his eyes open staring straight at her hands as he watched the liquid slowly clump together on her index fingers before dropping straight into his eyes. A quick burning sensation hit him, but he kept his eyes open. The young prince gave out a wince of pain. Another drop of the black liquid hit his eyes stinging slightly less than the first and then again and again and again dropless fell onto his eyes. Tears started to swell up and streak down his face. Until finally the mwonaji mwanamke removed her hands. The young prince blinked several times as he tried to push past the pain. He struggled to see as everything was blurry or completely black. A mwonaji mwanamke came up to him and started to dress him in robes. Now the young prince was truly unable to see. Another mwonaji mwanamke came up to the young prince holding yet again another bowl this time with blue liquid inside of it, she came up to the young prince and whispered into his ear.

“Drink.” The young prince obeyed and once the edge of the bowl was placed on his lips, he drank the contents that were inside it. The young prince thought to himself that the drink tasted sweet and citrusy like an orange or mango. 

“We are done here, send him to the stadium.” The young prince was then led out of the room and into a hallway by a mwonaji mwanamke as he would fumble and stagger his way around not truly aware of his surroundings. All the time they were walking the young prince was constantly looking around unable to see objects but able to perceive light being able to see gradients of black and white. “Maybe this is how the mwonaji in the green robe sees after they perform their ritual blinding.” He thought to himself. They seemed to come across a door as the young prince was unsure what it was, but by the way it sounded as it grinded on the ground as it slid open. Instantly as the doors opened a boiling heat hit the young prince like a brick wall making him almost lose his balance. The young prince concluded that the door led to the outside and that it was mid-day. When Allight was highest in the sky.