"City Watch!! Open up!!"
Footsteps can barely be heard, and someone opens the door. It's a small child, a girl who is 6 at most. "H-hello, missy." She looks scared. "M-mommy is sleeping. She's sick..."
The small girl is clearly sad, looking as if she's about to cry. However, she seems to suddenly decide to be brave, and shakes her head. She then looks up at Invidia. Curiosity overcomes whatever fear she did posses. "D-do you have a jewel as an eye, missy?" The room is dark, and very empty, the little girl is dressed in a too big dress, with a couple of holes and patches here and there. She and her mother seems to be rather poor.
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"Tell me: has it always been like this?"
The gentleman shakes his head. "No, not really. There were legends about these monsters before, that they were from the underworld, snatching up everyone who dared to wander outside at night. However, the monument, the one that has a clock now, was supposedly a protection against it, covering up the portal where they came from." He looks at her, it's obvious that talking about this is bringing up something bad, something that she knows.
"For many hundred years, there was no such thing as monsters. The stories about the monsters and the monument became legends, and that was it. Time became the important thing, time is valuable, but sparse. And everyone started wearing clocks. Few people rested, even the most of the night were used for the time it had. Time meant money, and our town became rather rich. And then, one day... monsters attacked. It was horrible, a lot of people were taken away, never to be seen again." He frowns.
"It was a dreadful day, about a year ago. No one knows the cause. But some claim that it's because someone tampered with the monument. An old woman told me, the other day, that a part was missing. Might just have been a senile old woman, or she might be wiser than the rest of us."
He stops talking, just looks at her for a moment. The gentleman then smirks, bitterly. "I suppose there's always a lesson to be learned. Never take anything for granted, or something like that. At least some people managed to make this into a good thing for themselves, taking advantage of people's need for a place to stay."
Footsteps can barely be heard, and someone opens the door. It's a small child, a girl who is 6 at most. "H-hello, missy." She looks scared. "M-mommy is sleeping. She's sick..."
The small girl is clearly sad, looking as if she's about to cry. However, she seems to suddenly decide to be brave, and shakes her head. She then looks up at Invidia. Curiosity overcomes whatever fear she did posses. "D-do you have a jewel as an eye, missy?" The room is dark, and very empty, the little girl is dressed in a too big dress, with a couple of holes and patches here and there. She and her mother seems to be rather poor.
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"Tell me: has it always been like this?"
The gentleman shakes his head. "No, not really. There were legends about these monsters before, that they were from the underworld, snatching up everyone who dared to wander outside at night. However, the monument, the one that has a clock now, was supposedly a protection against it, covering up the portal where they came from." He looks at her, it's obvious that talking about this is bringing up something bad, something that she knows.
"For many hundred years, there was no such thing as monsters. The stories about the monsters and the monument became legends, and that was it. Time became the important thing, time is valuable, but sparse. And everyone started wearing clocks. Few people rested, even the most of the night were used for the time it had. Time meant money, and our town became rather rich. And then, one day... monsters attacked. It was horrible, a lot of people were taken away, never to be seen again." He frowns.
"It was a dreadful day, about a year ago. No one knows the cause. But some claim that it's because someone tampered with the monument. An old woman told me, the other day, that a part was missing. Might just have been a senile old woman, or she might be wiser than the rest of us."
He stops talking, just looks at her for a moment. The gentleman then smirks, bitterly. "I suppose there's always a lesson to be learned. Never take anything for granted, or something like that. At least some people managed to make this into a good thing for themselves, taking advantage of people's need for a place to stay."