The tales of Repigera.
A Spit of envy hit the boy as he stepped a foot on the fort of Repigera, A soldier began to persecute him, throttling his hand towards him as his lectures sinked from his hands, clouting the floor.
The sky was a deep pink in the west, and purple clouds were streaked across the horizon, the city walls were ten foot high, and on top, armed guards patrolled. Despite the fact that there had been peace in the land for over ten years, the nations army was kept in top condition, the memory of civil war was too strong.
Henrik's eyes were wide with amazement; he’d never seen anything that could have prepared him for the unbridled, messy, glorious extravagance that was the city.
The gateway seemed to stretch up to the sky, and on either side two guards stood, idly watching people pass.
If his mount hadn’t been attached to Arthur's he would have been lost at the entrance, so entranced by his surroundings was he. Eyes wide, he watched with an open mouth as Arthur flipped the guards a gold coin as they passed.
Moving deeper into the city, Henrik and Arthur passed the common market. Henrik's nose was filled with a million scents; spices, perfume; heavy and exotic. The market sellers soon lost interest in her when they realised she wasn’t a possible customer, and returned into the medley that was market day.
The morning passed in its usual flurry of work, Henrik took a strole, for then she pursued down into the sewers.
Taking his wand, he courageously targeted the Rotworm and casted, ‘Exori vis’.
This is just the start of his many adventures and many adventures there will be to come.
By, Jake Charteris
