The Protector Of Maran

Chapter 3:

After six days traveling, Morgja had almost reached his destination, in the distance he could see a huge wall, which easily reached 40 meters high, which left the boy impressed by the fact that he was surrounding a town. The closer he got to the wall the more imposing he looked.

Upon reaching the entrance, the boy paid the driver and got out of the carriage, so that it would then go the way he had come. The first thing the boy noticed when he saw the entrance was that although at that moment it was clear of debris, the gate in the wall with everything that had been above it in the past had collapsed, leaving a free way for anyone who wanted to enter. Next to the entrance there was a big sign that said the name of the town, "Maran", Morgja took a deep breath and began to walk along the dirt road that led inside the wall. While he followed the path, the boy could see in the distance a watchtower that was supported by three legs placed in a triangle, on one of the sides of the pyramid it had pieces of wood that were used to climb to the top.

"Wait a minute!" A boy yelled, as soon as Morgja got close to the watchtower, the boy was leaning out of one of the sides of the tower, his blond hair poking out from under the helmet he was wearing at the time. Morgja stopped at once to see what he wanted from what he assumed was a guard. Who are you!? the boy asked, yelling again at the distance between him and Morgja.

"My name is Morgja, I have come to offer to be a village guard!" the boy yelled back, hoping that the guard currently at the watchtower hadn't shown up for work in the time it had taken him to get there.

"I understand, wait a minute!" The boy shouted again, stopping leaning out of the side of the watchtower, immediately the boy began to lower the watchtower and in less than three minutes he was in front of Morgja. Up close, Morgja could see that the guard had green eyes and wore a breastplate, shoulder pads, elbow pads, bracers, and steel knee pads. "Hi, I'm Cesar, follow me, I'll take you to the town hall."

Cesar began to walk towards the town, which could be seen from there, passing a path that led to the right, passing in front of him, Morgja tried to make out what was at the end, but he could only see a couple of houses. , one in front of another.

"Is it okay for you to leave your post?" Morgja asked, seeing the nonchalance with which the guard walked towards the village without stopping to check if he was following him or not.

"Don't worry," the boy answered, dismissing what Morgja had asked him. "Where are you from?"

"Lakkonia."

"Wow! You're from the capital!? And you've come to this little town to be a guard!?" The boy shouted, impressed both by the origin of Morgja and by the fact that he had traveled more than 1000 kilometers to be a guard in an unimportant town.

"Yes, and..."

"Are you good at magic? I've heard that everybody in the capital are geniuses who dominate all kinds of magic" asked the overexcited boy, interrupting what Morgja was about to say.

"Nah, I'm a lacker" answered the boy, referring to the fact that he had been born without the ability to use any kind of magic.

"Really? Another one, it seems that this town is a magnet for them" exclaimed Cesar, disappointed by the answer that Morgja had given him.

"Another one?"

"The night guard also came from outside and is a lacker, apart from that, almost the entire town is," he answered, before stopping in an area completely covered by stone tiles, and which had a fountain in the center. "Well, this is the town square, and right there you have the town hall," he said, pointing to a large wooden building just across from the square. "Now I have to go, if they see me lacking my duty as a guard they'll tell me off, see you" he commented, starting to run back towards the watchtower.