[ WP ] Tell the story of an adventure in a fantasy world has advanced to become an interstellar civilization , using magic , not technology .

The Seven glimmered in the void. The Nightwatcher, surrounded by its own three moons orbited lazily about En, as En drifted about the Twins, shining so very far away. Sherrid never spent a Walking Eve at work. Leisure was the only option with such a day ahead. Any tension would be pointless, as any preparation had to have been completed for her long before now. 
 
 The Walking would not be the first, but the exploration of the worlds beyond was widely celebrated, and though fairly common, Walkers were deeply respected for their work. Of course, the modern Walkers were broadly different from their ancient namesakes. Those Who Walk the Sky, whose famed exploits were in traveling the known world were, of course, limited by a sense of scope. Many had the gift to bend the Aether to some extent, but only in recent history, some 700 years, had the gift been expanded and developed to a greater potential. 
 
 Sherrid loved the contrast of the night, and the dawn, the glow of the Nightwatcher, with the darkness of the Dark Core that made Walking possible on such a scale. The Dark had always been twined with power, indeed, the energies that are had a parallel in the Dark Aether, the mysterious force that willed the stars apart. Hundreds of centuries of warring, peace, warring, peace, and seemingly endless hate had birthed the Empire. Fortune favoured the First Prince, whose gracious character allowed peace to not only thrive, but, in His stead, persist through the centuries. With mystik population controls, there were always enough, but not too many people. So we looked inward, and discovered that there was more to the fabric of reality than simply specks of stuff, but the very fluids of mystik, as much as substance, flowed with many facets to make a whole. 
 
 `` Henrik'' 
 
 `` Mistress,'' I answered. 
 
 `` Kindly check the chamber for any inconsistencies.'' 
 
 With a nod of assent, I walked to the Ark, itself a complex structure of not only Dark, Dark Aether, and plain matter, but also the focused lifeforces of various mystikates. Though it was unlike the My Lady to worry, it was appropriate to ensure that everything was still in order, in accordance with our obligations to the throne. There stood the several dozen prisms, tethered to the floors, and, through twisting links with mystika and Dark Aether, to the core, itself a strange matter which one could neither see, nor feel, except for the strange pull it enacted constantly, almost purposefully. 
 
 Here Lady Sherrid would lift the Walker skyward, into the Void, and, from there, bend the Aether between this world and another. The Dark Core would provide both a stable centre, and the means to remain oriented within the sphere. The living quarters were in good condition, and the facilities well maintained. It was unconditional that a Walking be ended with a complete restoration immediately upon arrival. Stone wards guarded against raging energies in the Void, embedded into the corners of the inner chambers, 
 
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 Dawn, and the ascension would begin in only a few minutes. The world had been farsighted only seven months before the Walker had returned from its previous survey, and proved not only a much more straightforward colony prospect, but also a more tantalising prospect in terms of prism resources. Already, the Walkings had consumed several thousand of the devices completely, and fully a quarter were in current use in terms of known stockpiles. But this new world was very interesting. The planet, while convenient for habitation, orbited a binary twin like En's own, but only one glowed with life-giving power. The other was, though still massive, a smaller, massive block of pure prismic matter. Whether it could be simply mined would bear some serious investigation, but could lead to not only centuries, but near eternities of Walkings, as well as other important health and industrial services and mechanisms. 
 
 `` My Lady, I have loaded your cases into storage, and locked down the food and seed stores,'' I reported. She glanced over, nodded smiling graciously, and turned back to her seeing glass. Reports were streaming in of the launch conditions, and everything was favourable. 
 
 `` Lord Belig, engage prismatic control, activate four tenths across three quarter base,'' Sherrid commanded the First Officer. 
 
 `` My Lady,'' Belig acknowledged, touching command stones across his console. A basso rumbling groaned through the Walker as sixteen prisms activated under very low energies, an increase of the downward pressure could be felt on the command surface, as the weight of the Core engaged and pushed outwards, and suddenly, the orb lifted slightly, and turned around upon its axis. 
 
 `` All members, board and load personal belongings,'' Sherrid announced across the speaking stones, from her perch on the apparent roof. The inversion offered a slightly loss of weight, and granted better focus for the Walk Commander. Cases drifted in through the secondary port, followed by indentured servants like myself, and then the Lords and Ladies, followed by the commoners that comprised the bulk of every walking. 
 
 The fully outfitted orb made final checks, and while I laid in my bunk for both safety and to prevent interruption, we elevated to the Void, some 50 000 miles above the surface of En, in fact. A series of instruction were relayed back and forth between various officers and, although having taken part in these Walkings many times, I had still no understanding of much of the meaning. 
 
 `` Engage Drive prisms.'' 
 
 `` Drive prisms engaged, holding at seven tenths power.'' 
 
 A slight, but noticeable sense of movement as we shifted suddenly away from Nox and Seta, into the acceptable distance from the spheres' central influences. 
 
 `` Prismatic energies at five tenths all.'' 
 
 `` Prismatic energies at five tenths all.'' 
 
 `` Begin walking.'' 
 
 The space around us was momentarily bent, as a surge or energy jumped from within the Dark Core to without, leaving us for the most unharmed. 
 
 And suddenly, the lights pushed away from above us, while new, distorted stars filled the same space. The Void had been bent, and was bending, and we were through. 
 
 `` Prismatic resolution in five seconds.'' Four. Three. Two. One.'' 
 
 And we were stationary. 
 
 We looked out at this new world, as we approached it. Beautiful tourmaline, and jade. But something else caught my eye. It was massive, the bright star, but the twin was clear even from here. It pulsed like a magnificent jewel, so beautiful. 
 
 `` Lady Sherrid.'' I called to my mistress. 
 
 `` Not now, Henrik.'' 
 
 `` Lady Sherrid.'' 
 
 `` I said not now.'' 
 
 `` Sherrid.'' 
 
 `` Mind your manners, Henrik,'' My Lady reprimanded me lightly. 
 
 `` You and yours will give me your energies.'' I said, as the screams began.
