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I'm just here.
To Slay A Beast: Citizens Divided
It was a new day, much like any other day. Across the land of Rennigar, the world was scorched in burnt woods and desolate buildings. Ancient capitals had been reduced to grassland and vine-infested ruins. Clouds of the dark and mysterious essence of hate known as Dread covered miles upon miles of broken land. Entire countries had gone silent. Even the oceans made little sound as the waves crashed against the sands of the continent. The world was a quiet place. But in Heinrel, behind the imposing steel walls that trapped square mile upon square mile of land behind a thin veil of safety, things were only beginning to wake. Smiths heated their forges and brandished their hammers. Fishermen arrived early at the ports to prepare for more trips into the Lost World in search of fish. The Yi'e crawled onto the docks of the Castilla River to join the land walking creatures of the day. The markets began the murmur of morn that would soon evolve into a chorus of voices where each would argue of fickle things such as price and value. The aristocrats awoke in their high towers in the upper districts, preparing to join the courts to discuss legal and political matters. Magicians prepped their magics, ready to begin a day of trials and testing. Slayers of the Heinrel Slayer School were already awake and prepared for their ordeals of the week. The Essence Engines that littered the big city hummed with energy as they provided their power to the people. Birds flew overhead, grass grew in the woods, the bugs chirped, the pigeons cooed, the dogs barked, and the world turned as normal.
It was a somber morning. There had not been a significant death or tragedy in recent days, but it was still somber. The fury and passion that once littered the lower classes, who were sick of feeling trapped behind their walls, had turned into a quiet, sorrowful acceptance of fate. Most had become accustomed to the troubles that littered daily life and attempted to work around them. The passion still boiled in political matters, but most lived their life without a peep. Complaints of rising tensions, of threatened rebellions, and of monsters at the gate were often met with glare and scowl. Few could stomach the talk of terror for more than a few minutes, and thus it was an ignored category of conversation for the people of Heinrel. Among fear and frustration, the people of Heinrel worked their work, tilled their soils, wrote their books, and the world turned as normal.
Little did the people know that despite the slow start, today was a new day. It was the beginning of great change. At Capital Station, a new train arrived with fascinating new passengers, some Slayers, some Magicians, some non-human. They lived their lives like any other, but they did not know either that their actions would be key in the creation of a new age. They worked and wandered, tilled and toiled, spoke and shouted as though they were simple folk, totally unaware of the game that life intended to play. They did not know because the morning was quiet, and much like any other morning, where little seemed to change. So they went about their lives like any other citizen of the world and accepted their fates, unaware of what the future held in store.
And the world turned as normal.
