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(TATB) Ch 41: People Of The Sand, The Shining Light!
🕑 Added 2025-06-16 21:49:32 +0000 UTCThe tank of golden sand shimmered faintly beneath the dim moonlight pouring in through the tall arched window. It stretched like a sunlit beach beneath glass, peaceful and soft, a gilded prison dressed up like paradise.
Hundreds of Lilli eyes turned toward the towering bed at the far side of the room.
There, swathed in silk sheets the color of wine, the monolith slept—Lady Adrielle Viremont, their owner, their captor, their godlike warden. One of her arms rested lazily outside the sheets, fingers curled, nails still painted with the remnants of a gala evening. Her breathing was steady, the soft exhale of each breath causing the chiffon curtains to flutter ever so slightly.
To the Lillis, she was as much a landscape as she was a person.
They had lived under her shadow for months—some for years. And while the sting of captivity never dulled, many of them had come to understand the unspoken truth: they could've done far, far worse.
"She hasn't killed anyone this month," whispered a small Lilli named Talor, his voice carrying only as far as the nearest few companions, "I think she's getting soft."
"She almost stepped on Kiri last week when she got out of the tank," a woman said, arms crossed, her name was Lenni. "Soft my ass."
Talor raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, but she apologized this time. Even gave Kiri a chunk of strawberry the size of her torso."
"Wow," Lenni muttered, rolling her eyes. "A fruit offering from Olympus. We're truly blessed."
Still, none of them moved. They stood there together near one of the glass walls, their bodies casting shadows across the golden sand, watching the enormous woman slumber. The soft rumble of her breathing was steady and rhythmic, a background hum like the waves of a distant sea.
Adrielle Viremont, for all her extravagance and ego, did take care of them in her own... materialistic way. She fed them regularly—meals brought in by servants with tweezers and silver trays. They were bathed gently in warm droplets, handled by tools that mimicked human fingers but offered far more precision. She spoke to them occasionally—cooed at them, called them her little "treasures."
She rarely crushed anyone. Not like some other Brobs they had heard of in passing—rumors of careless monsters who saw Lillis as pests or toys, things to stomp on when bored.
Adrielle, for all her arrogance, treated them more like... jewels. Something to be admired, polished, sometimes displayed. She wore them in specially designed accessories—necklaces that had see-through glass pendants filled with comfort foam, rings with hidden compartments, earrings that vibrated gently with her movement. Some were chosen to accompany her on lavish events, displayed like rare art. Others remained in the tank, waiting for their turn.
"She likes us," whispered a young Lilli named Evi, wide-eyed and barefoot in a corner. "She just doesn't think we're people."
And that was the cruelest truth.
Adrielle didn't hate them. She didn't even mistreat them—at least not intentionally. But she saw them the way one might see pearls, or painted snails, or fireflies in a jar. Beautiful, delicate things. Precious—but not equal.
Most Lillis in the tank had long since buried their dreams of freedom. There were whispers of resistance, of escape, but what could they do? The tank had no visible exits, no openings they could reach without being lifted out. The glass walls were curved and slick. Even the sand beneath their feet was packed with motion sensors—any unauthorized escape attempt would trigger a lockdown.
Freedom had become less of a goal and more of a myth. Something to imagine before sleep, like childhood stories of green valleys, wide skies, and homes where giants didn't exist.
Yet... not everyone had given up.
Even now, as most of the Lillis prepared to rest or settle in for another uneventful night, a few kept their eyes on the shadows. On the walls. On the unknown corners where whispers of rebellion might yet stir.
Far across the tank, in a pocket of sand obscured by one of Adrielle's decorative gem-trees, a small group huddled close, whispering beneath the glow of a tiny lamp fashioned from repurposed necklace wiring.
One of them pointed up toward the ceiling.
"She's asleep now," he muttered. "If we ever want to talk to him, tonight's our chance."
"The outsider?" someone whispered back.
A nod. "If he's real. If he's not just another one of her damn toys."
Outside the tank, the shadows shifted once again. A glint of movement—tiny, deliberate.
The spy in the ceiling hadn't moved yet, but he was watching. And planning. And somewhere in the tank below, the first cracks of resistance began to form.
But for now, beneath the low hum of air conditioning and the soft rustle of sheets, the golden prison of Adrielle's Lillis slept under the gaze of their sleeping queen.
Another night in paradise.
***
The first rays of morning sunlight stretched across the ivory walls of Adrielle Viremont's bedroom like golden fingers, lazily peeling back the shadows of night. Birds chirped faintly beyond her closed windows, muffled by the thick glass and the high elevation of her estate.
Underneath a cascade of silver-threaded sheets, Adrielle stirred with a low groan, her brow furrowing even before her eyes opened.
"Ugh... morning already?" she murmured, her voice groggy and unamused. She rolled onto her side and pressed her face into the silk pillow for one final indulgent moment. Then, with an exasperated sigh, she sat up.
Her long brown hair spilled down her shoulders in a tousled wave. She stretched both arms above her head, her joints cracking softly. "Not looking forward to today," she mumbled, yawning wide enough to make her eyes tear.
She rubbed the sleep from her face, swinging her legs off the bed. The cool floor kissed her feet, making her shiver slightly. As she rose to full height, her silk nightgown draped around her like falling mist, and she dragged her fingers through her hair while muttering to herself.
"Stupid council," she grumbled, trudging toward the mirror. "If I have to sit through one more speech about Lilli autonomy and mutual growth opportunities, I swear I'm going to pour champagne on someone's head."
Her expression soured further as she opened a drawer and began picking out her makeup essentials. "Can't even buy a town anymore without someone sending a damn petition. We used to build cities. Now we're signing paperwork just to claim one patch of dirt."
She glanced over at the tank near her dresser—the massive glass enclosure filled with sand, tiny gem-like furniture, and hundreds of minuscule Lilli specks that moved slowly in the morning stillness.
"Even buying the cute ones is a hassle now," she muttered. "You'd think I was asking to buy a baby seal or something."
Today's meeting wasn't just another brunch with champagne and faux smiles. It was the quarterly family summit—the one where decisions were made, budgets reviewed, and votes cast that shaped the future of Terrafirmon Holdings, the vast industrial empire responsible for reshaping Lilliputian territories to better suit Brob needs. A business born out of conquest and cleverness. Her inheritance. Her birthright.
She sighed deeply, still staring into the mirror. "Time to get up."
She stepped fully into the light, her tall silhouette outlined in the golden glow of morning, and reached for her brush.
Then she saw it.
A bright light—unnatural, almost blinding—flickering from across the room.
She turned slowly, eyes narrowing.
The light came from her dresser.
More specifically, from just in front of the tank.
It wasn't a lamp. It wasn't sunlight. It was concentrated. Focused. Glowing like a tiny star held captive in midair.
"W-what is that?" Adrielle whispered.
The light pulsed.
It was the size of a Lilli—or maybe a little bigger. Suspended in the air like a firefly with a grudge.
It didn't move.
But the sand inside the tank did. Dozens of Lillis stirred, crowding near the front, gazing at the glowing shape in awe. Some began to back away.
Adrielle stepped forward, instinctively pulling her nightgown tighter against her chest.
Then the light began to hum. A strange, soft vibration that tingled at the edge of her hearing.
Adrielle blinked—and that's when it twitched.
A shimmer. A movement. And then—
FLASH.
The light surged, blinding—
