Tower
Lady Saturday wanted to scream.
All around her was a rocky, bumpy expanse of stone, several mountains scattered here and there. And in the corners of the land, four tall, tall trees that extended into the clouds that hovered over her rocky demesne.
The supposed Upper House.
To Saturday, it felt like the lowest of the low.
Apparently, to the Architect, she was just as important as the next Denizen. No matter that she was the first one to be created.
"Do want you want to do with it," the Architect had said in her deep, benevolent voice.
Monday got cities. Tuesday, a large and glowing cavern. Wednesday, a whole ocean. Thursday, a maze of thousands of environments. Friday, a gorgeous mountain. Sunday, the most beautiful gardens in the universe.
And she got a slab of stone.
Saturday's blue hair crackled with electricity and anger. She crushed her hands into fists so tight her skin turned white. Her world was empty. Trash.
But apparently, she had command over thousands of things in the House: telephones, elevators, and all of the sorcerers in the universe.
Where were those things she had been promised?
Saturday jumped when she felt the light touch of a hand. When she looked up no one was there.
"The Key, dear girl. The Key."
Saturday opened her fist, and immediately scrunched her eyes up.
A glob of light was sitting in her palm, but in the center was a small, quivering blob of Nothing.
The Key, hers to use as she wanted.
But how, she asked herself, would it help her with this mess? She could write a letter to the Architect, maybe. But it was just a blob of Nothing.
Until she saw it quiver.
And then it burst.
A small explosion formed in her hand, and she watched with fascination as the explosion extended into a longer, thinner shape.
A quill pen.
And from this quill pen, she could feel thousands of lines of Nothing.
Connecting telephones. And elevators.
Saturday smiled.
In the air, she wrote, 'SORCERERS'.
The Architect appeared suddenly, holding Her hands outward. "I knew you would figure it out, Saturday."
And as She disappeared, 500,000 or so arranged Denizens landed on the bumpy rock.
Some carried weapons, others shaving mirrors, others quill pens. All had a confused look on their faces.
But all turned to look at Saturday as she rose the pen into the air.
Before she could write a letter, the clouds above her head cleared.
No one except her looked up.
In the sky she could see gorgeous lawns adorned with flowers, hedges neatly trimmed in celadon mazes, and trees, trees so tall the tops were invisible.
The Incomparable Gardens.
The Gardens that should be hers.
The Gardens that were in the sky.
And as the clouds cleared, Saturday could feel a strange emotion climbing through her body, like the ivy she had seen seconds ago. She knew exactly what she would write with her Key.
'IRON' she wrote. 'IRON MESH'.
The requested items appeared before her.
And then she began to build.