| It was getting dark and the faint howls of wolves could be heard in the distance. A small town lay ahead of Gidim as he slowly lurched forward. As he approached an older man in armor hurried towards him,
“Hold, old man! Who are you and what is your business in the town of Pedgsin.”
Gidim slowed to a stop and took his time gathering himself,
“I’m a simple old wanderer looking for a little warmth and food.”
The guard placed his hand on Gidim’s chest and gave him a quick shove back,
“We don’t allow beggars in Pedgsin anymore. Please leave now!”
With a quick sigh Gidim turned around and slowly moved away from the town. But something had made him interested in that town. An emotion, impressive, something led him to that town.
‘All I have left are those right?’ he said to himself.
With that he turned around and shouted, “Guard! You wouldn’t mind letting an old man rest himself outside of your gates?”
“Be my guest, but be warned that if you try anything funny, you’ll be run right through!”
‘That’s fine by me,’ he mumbled. Letting his body half collapse to the ground, Gidim reached into his cloak for his last piece of food. A stale piece of bread. Not very appetizing, but it would do to satisfy his hunger. As he sat there, his mind raced. His past, where he was, what he was doing, he could not remember any of them. But for the most part, why had he come here? There was something within those walls, which drew him to that town, and he was sure he would stay there until he found out.
As Gidim sat there a cold drizzle started to fall.
‘Only my luck….’
He pulled his tattered cloak closer to his body. It was going to be a long night.  |