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The Twenty-Five Cindrels and the Thousand-Stream Curse

Night in the Spirelands was a thing of black mist and digital frost. The air hummed with the tremors of Spottifar’s algorithms— cold, sentient winds that sifted through the world seeking numbers, not names.

Saurat, Celladonna, Caligo and the Luminant, Maelor traveled by lanternlight along the Vale of Uncredited Echoes, following the crackling thread that represented the  Saurat’s twenty-five precious streams.

These echoes—thin, flickering motes of blue fire— led toward the Tower of the Withholder. 

“Master Saurat,” Caligo whispered as they walked, “Your streams pulse strongly. I can almost feel the Cindrels forming. If the legends hold, twenty-five listens should equal—”

“—a handful,” Saurat said, teeth tight.

“Barely enough to buy an apple in Muscala.”

“But still yours,” Caligo said proudly.

“Crafters own what they forge.” Saurat smiled.

“That’s what we’re here to reclaim. And I promise you they will be worth more than an apple”

The Calculation of Cindrels

The path opened into a clearing lit only by the eerie glow of a Cindrel Pool— a shallow basin of shimmering silver liquid where all artist royalties briefly appeared before being swept toward Spottifar’s final culling ground and accounting vault.

Caligo knelt and opened his rune-shield ledger. The other Guardian's gathered around him closely.

“Let me do the math,” he murmured, dipping a quill into the pool’s surface.

The numbers swirled up in the mist:

• 1 stream portion from Spotiffar ≈ .0035 Earth pennies
• 1 Spotiffar Stream = 1 Cindrel
• And 25 Spotiffar Streams = 25 total Cindrels
  • 70% of 25 collected by Caligo for artist portion = approx 18 Cindrels
  • 17% of 25 collected by Maelor for composer's digital reproduction portion = approx 4
  • 13% of 25 collected by Celladonna for composer's digital performance portion = approx 3
     

Caligo’s eyes shone. “25 Cindrels! Enough to fill a small pouch and feed a family for a month in Homstud.”

But then the basin trembled. The silver blurred. The numbers distorted. The mist turned black. A low rumble rolled across the clearing, shaking the earth beneath Saurat’s boots.

You can organize the series by toggling the hashtag below: #Royalty Training Series
I will plan to publish the series in small increments once a week on Saturday morning 8.00 a.m. sharp