I, Honour, looked and saw that in the not too distant future, Dominion would come. A vision of a storm, and stone creatures with glowing eyes flashed through my mind, and I shuddered.
This will not happen, I told myself. Gathering my power about me, I surveyed our planet. Scadrial. It had been only a week or so since its creation, but in that short time I had come to love all of our people. They had dispersed a bit since that first day up on the clifftop, yet some had begun setting up a settlement there. In time, I saw, it would become a large city - the capital of the world. But that was not this time. And if Dominion had his way, it would not happen.
My power recoiled at the thought, and I saw what I had to do.
I released a portion of my power, focusing it far above the clifftop, forming a gigantic sphere - though it was only a fraction of the size of Scadrial. With a gentle push, I maneuvered it into position, until it was directly above the clifftop - though far, far above it. I had made Scadrialβs moon.
That was not all, though, for a moon in of itself would not protect Scadrial. And so, I began to shape the surface of the moon as Gadris and I had done to Scadrial. A thick layer of stone and dirt covered the metallic surface of the moon. Trees sprouted and grew in seconds. An atmosphere, and air to breathe. Rivers and lakes, mountains, and forests. Birds took wing at my command, fish swam in the waters, and beasts filled the forests.
Still it was not ready. I formed for myself a body, in a valley between two mountains. From there I could see the clifftop. From nothing, I formed stone walls and iron gates, creating a fortress in the style of those on Yolen, but with a large courtyard in its center rather than a stone keep.
Finally, my moon was ready. The stronghold of the Worldweavers was complete.
I released my power one final time, infusing the circular glyph engraved into the center of the courtyard, creating a Connection. I then pushed the power outwards, down towards Scadrial. A shimmering line of white blue, invisible to all but Gadris and I, shot downwards and touched the clifftop. The thick line of investiture remained for a few moments, and then faded away. I reformed my body at the clifftop, and looked up at my moon. And smiled.
It was finished. And Honourβs path would reappear every month, when the moon was full above the clifftop, to bring our people to the stronghold, if and when they desired.
Dominion would not find us easy to conquer, of this I was now certain.