35th Day of Summer, 513 AV
It had been so long since Justori had set out from Yahebah and Eyktol. He had lived on very little, and gone on through very much. He had originally meant to travel to Riverfall, but he had heard word from other travellers of slavery in that city, and how the slavery was permitted. So he had thought to head to Syliras, a city he had heard many a glorious word about. But on his journey towards Syliras, he had heard of the city of Zeltiva, and it's university. And knowledge was something Justori was in pursuit of. From what he had heard of this city also made it sound like work would not be too hard to find. He would make it work in the city of Zeltiva. Anything for learning. After all the months of travel, he had finally come to the gap between the mountains that he had been told of. What slight breeze survived in the killing heat and unending sun smelled salty, like the ocean. Finally, his time spent in the expanse of wilderness the world had to offer was over. He would survive in this city. Find a job, attend the university. It was not much in a life, to most people. To live to work and learn. But at the current time, it was a lot to Justori. Knowledge and skills were more valuable to him that Mizas. This city of Zeltiva sounded heavenly from the little he had heard of it. "The Mirahil Pass..." Justori said, gazing to the sky ahead of him. That had been the name the travelling merchant from Syliras had called it. It was awe-inspiring. The mountains, the ocean in the distance, the city sprawled out before him. It was so picturesque and beautiful. It made all the violence and thievery of the world, all the evil harbored in life, seem childish and insignificant. Justori's day-dreaming came to an end when he almost walked into a woman. A quick look at his surroundings had Justori realized he was past the pass and much closer to town. "My apologies, my mind was not with me. I am Justori, of the Benshira. And who is it that you are?" |
