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Castle in a Red
Terror by Night 47
Assembly of Planets
Castle in a Red
The light is red.
The vibrant color
seeps through thick curtains that hang over several towering windows.
There’s a Victorian theme in this castle, as though the castle were
plucked right out of England. But it wasn’t.
Outside, lies a red
fog. The color swirls through thick gasses, making it impossible to
see anything but the planet’s atmosphere.
Jupiter. This is
the Castle of Jupiter, the heart of the planet.
Curled up on a
chair beside the dark curtains is a young woman. Her eyes and hair
match the deep red of the planet’s surface, as though she were a
representation of the planet itself.
This woman has
tucked herself in the corner of the spacious room, her red ballgown
wrinkled from her curled up position within the golden armchair.
There’s a knock
at the door.
The door opens with
a heavy creak.
In steps a man,
poised and punctual. He’s dressed in a tailed coat and tie.
Callisto. A moon of
His hair is chalk
white and his eyes are light gray. All moons share these
characteristics. Colorless. Inferior.
He frowns, as
though put out by something.
Is now really the time to be sulking?”
respond. Instead, she pulls lightly at the curtain to get a better
look at her planet’s surface. The red light from beyond the window
captures the side of Jupiter’s face. This leaves the other side
“I believe this
to be the perfect occasion for sulking, Callisto...” she mutters to
Callisto sighs and
dares an eye roll.
“You pain me,
Miss Jupiter,” he declares while stepping forward.
directly to the window Jupiter has perched beside and pulls back the
curtains. The room becomes illuminated by the red light of the
planet. Outside, a strike of lightning clashes against the fog.
“You know you
have an assembly to attend, Miss Jupiter,” Callisto declares with a
walk up to Jupiter’s made bed. Upon the covers lie two packed bags.
The smaller is neatly placed upon the larger.
“Tell them I
can’t make it,” Jupiter says in a voice just loud enough to be
heard by her servant.
Jupiter a disapproving look. She catches this, then looks back
storm...” she tries.
fault is that?” Callisto scoffs. He’s smiling as he picks up
Jupiter’s bags from her bed. “Miss Jupiter...”
Jupiter looks to
Callisto through the corner of her eye.
Callisto tilts his
head and pinches his smile.
“I promise... You
will be back before you know it.”
falls downward, then darts back up through the window.
pretend you can promise me that...”
Far from the galaxy
we’ve claimed as our own rests Kaliph, a small spiral galaxy not
yet discovered by man.
Within this galaxy
exists the dwarf star, Zephyr.
The star is small,
its matter compact just enough to create a gravitational pull for the
Assembly that’s chosen to orbit it.
This Assembly is
known as The
Assembly of Planets.
Planets and moons
have been personified by the Creator to uphold the original plan of
the universe. They station themselves in this metallic fortress so
that when a problem arises, they may take immediate action.
members identify themselves with dark red jackets and silver,
circular brooches. Those lucky enough to be given a form of the
Creator’s most prized creation, human beings, are invited to join
the Assembly. Rarely do they decline.
However, among the
members of the Assembly, are the council. Only the planets of the
solar system of the original human race are given seats at council.
themselves with navy blue jackets and golden brooches. Only they have
the power to direct the Assembly. Only they have the power to decide
what is to be done about pieces that do not fit the puzzle.
They control the
Assembly. And they control the direction of the universe. It is the
council’s sworn duty to make sure the Creator’s plans are
Ten golden chairs
sit at the ground level of the Assembly’s courtroom. However, due
to recent events, only seven are being used. And so, the Assembly
begins to wonder... Perhaps the perfect solar system isn’t destined
to rule the council, after all...
“I must have you
all know that I stand by what I’ve done. Regardless of the
consequences,” Mother Earth declares from within the privacy of her
own office chamber. She’s sitting at a large metal desk with a wall
of glass at her back. From behind her, one can see Zephyr, the bright
blue star they orbit.
Draped across the
room’s furniture are the six remaining members of council. They
wear their navy-blue jackets and gold circular Assembly brooches with
From a dull, almost
purplish-blue armchair, Mars begins to rub at his brooch. He’s
quirking his brow when he says, “Well I don’t. Not if it’s
going to cost me my rank in this council.” There’s a moment’s
pause. He releases his hold on his brooch. “Or worse...”
Sitting beside Mars
on an identical armchair, Venus scowls. She crosses her arms, leans
back, and pops out her jaw in frustration. “We all chose to exile
those two.” She glares. “Don’t forget that, Mars.”
beside the office doorway. He stares at the floor and fusses with the
hem of his jacket. Saturn hides his unusual sand-colored eyes by dark
bangs and thick-framed glasses. When he does glance upward, he
catches Mother Earth’s gaze and startles. “It was the...” He
pushes up his glasses with the middle finger of his right hand.
“Logical... decision. After all, they did not meet the requirements
necessary to qualify as a planet.” Saturn’s voice is weak, timid.
“So now we all
have to pay the price for their inadequacy?” Mars scoffs. His messy
blonde hair sways with the abrupt kickback. “That hardly seems
fair!” he barks.
Saturn twitches at
the rise in Mars’ voice.