"Amiria is both the name of this world and the name of its guardian spirit..." Once said a delusional sage.
"And where that guardian spirit is seen, happiness shall follow." He finished, staring at the ceiling with his soulless eyes.
That was the last memory that my father gave me before his death, it sounded so silly and unbelievable that I soon forgot about it... until then.
*Chirp* *Chirp* The birds were singing louder and louder, my ears were ringing along with their chirping already, Should I get up now. He thought while blocking the sunlight with his right arm.
Turning his head to the left he could see the forest trail that he had come from, “Ahh...” he let out a sigh, out of a sudden, all the problems that he is currently faced with came back to his mind.
“I can’t understand” So he said, or thought that he had said.
How could I understand anyway, I’m sure that there are a lot of people who have to deal with problems at every single turn, and that my problems are less than the size of a bean compared to them, but here I am, the guy who hides in the forest just to watch the clouds like an idiot trying to forget about these small problems. Seriously… I can’t understand.
*Fwoosh* The gentle breeze from before began to turn in a strong wind, which made the wind whistle even louder in junction to the rustling of the leaves, making it hard to notice any quiet movements.
Focused only on whining about how his life was absurdly unfair, but not caring enough to recollect all his life story and tell someone about it, at least for now.
Finally, when a big cloud covered the sun, he took for himself the task of getting up.
Bothersome but necessary, was his first thought as he inclined his upper body forward and used his left hand as support to get up, it wasn’t a detailed nor hard exercise to do but one glance at him and you could tell how fatigued he seemed.
Why was that? He himself had an issue with the answer, “Damn, Rules...” He exclaimed while straightening up himself, “my back hurts so much.”
“Why me?” He began to walk all the way back.
His back was covered in leaves and his hood had half of a bird nest inside, still he paid it no heed and kept walking down the road.
The forest trail was uneven and mostly covered by grass, lacking a lot of maintenance, but it did nothing to impede his walk, instead it helped him shake off the leaves that were back and leaving only that nest trapped inside his hood.
Walking for a few minutes down the trail, while growing irritated with the chirping that didn’t cease, he finally could see the gate of the town.
In front of the gate was a medium sized bridge that was the only legal entrance to inside the walls, and on it was a row of carriages, many were merchants while a few were nobles or travelers coming to visit the town.
Each person or/and carriage that got to the gate had to go through a rigorous inspection, on which they checked the person documents, if they were merchants the good had to go through inspection but of course without any physical contact. Those who were done with the inspections were then charged a small fee for entering the town, for merchants they pay ⅓ of the original entrance fee, while for nobles it was free of charge, commoners had to pay the full entrance fee no matter what their jobs are.
While reminiscing those facts he got close to the gate, there was a commoner being inspected at the exact moment that he passed by who shouted.
“Huh?” The commoner noticed him passing by the gate without saying a word, “Wait! What’s up with that? How can he go in without an inspection?” Not even nobles could do that, though the commoner while being told to calm down by the soldier who was inspecting him.
“Please, don’t get agitated...” the guard warned, “we have reasons to let him pass unchecked, please look at this matter no further.” the guard added while returning his attention to the commoner documents. Obviously the commoner didn’t agree with that response, but he couldn’t pursue the matter anyway, it was for the best to simply concede.
“Hoo, are you back already, lad?” Said one of the stall keepers, an old man. “Thanks a bunch of the help this morning.”
Another stall owner chuckled when he passed, this time an old lady, “Haha, youngsters these days, don’t you agree, son?” She said jokingly.
“Hou, boy, how is it? Take one for free, it’s our secret.” Yet another stall owner
“Hey, kid, could you do ‘that’ for me again later? Hahaha, I know, I know.” The smith old man.
“Yo, young one...” And just like that, while walking through the street, some older people always stopped to chat with him.
So much for someone who didn’t live here for that long. He told himself while getting closer to his goal, the two-story building was made of rocks with a black wood roof, the door was twice his size but it was easy to open.
With a smooth motion he opened the door of the building and got inside in two steps, the inside was bigger than one would expect from an outside look, and even though it wasn't his first time coming here, he couldn’t help but remember his first reaction to this place.
Trying to shake off that nostalgic feeling he directed himself to the reception desk, passing through the hallway he glanced to his right where a cafeteria resided and also where he often had lunch in-between jobs.
Reaching to the reception desk a worker then came to his side, his half-closed eyes were roaming around the area when, suddenly, he noticed that the worker wasn’t the usual person.
A girl, a not-so-small girl, maybe on her early twenties, or maybe even less, her blonde hair that shone like gold and her blue gem-like eyes that gazed at his direction, and seemed so profound, made him flinch for an instant.
“Welcome to the guild of Catchers, how may I help you?” She asked, her voice was just what you would expect from a teenager but still made the one hearing it feel kind of sweet.
He averted his eyes, “Are you a new worker?” He asked calmly.
“Ah, yes! This is my first day working here.”
“I see, that’s why...” He let out a sigh.
He then took out of his coat, but still around his neck, a pendant, the necklace was made of a strong metal, with a kind of tag, two to be honest, that was made of silver, or at least silver plated.
And held it in front of her eyes, “I’m here to deliver the requested goods.” He glared at the girl who gazed at the tag for a while before coming back to her senses.
“Eh!? Ah, huh… sorry, what goods?” She stumbled on her words and let a cute and innocent voice come out with her question, “Is that a catcher tag?” she added.
“That’s a silver tag, newbie,” coming from the door behind the balcony, a mature woman came, “Please, follow me to the side desk to check the goods.” She asked while gesturing for him to follow.
As they got to the side desk with a lot of space compared with the rest of the desk, along with the Newbie Girl, the mature woman took out a parchment with a silver stamp on it, “So, a dozen of Prersch Leaves… is that correct?” She asked as she glanced at him with a charming smile.
“N.” He nodded in agreement.
“Understood, you may release the goods now.”
“Wait, Prersch Leaves are not, like, really rare to find and hard to transport back?” Newbie Girl exclaimed, but was ignored.
Just as she said that, he took a glance at Newbie Girl and snorted then took a small sack from his pocket.
Then he pulled the sack string turning it upside down and soon enough, the leaves began to fall one after another on the silver plate place on the desk.
“What!? How… who-” Newbie Girl, unsurprisingly, seemed like she had seen a ghost while trying to ask the main question, “Who are you?”
Grinning as if someone had finally said the keyword to open the treasure chest, he took what he thought that was a cool pose and finally said, “Since, you want to know so badly, allow my to introduce myself.” As he began, the mature woman chuckled and began to gather the leaves to confirm the work.
“At one hand, a silver rank Catcher...” He closed his right hand in a fist, “In another hand, a friendly citizen...” then closed his left hand into a fist.
He moved his arms in a cross while kneeling, “But in truth I’m the Ruler of Sloth...” finally he got up and struck his coolest pose while pointing to himself with his thumb, “You must remember the name of the great... Memoire!”
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