Zero

Smoldering Towns

Nestled within the rugged embrace of a sprawling island, the city of Westborough rises like a jewel amidst a cascade of monumental waterfalls. These breathtaking torrents not only sculpted the land but also became the lifeblood of the city, infusing it with rich trade resources and an architectural identity that flows like the water itself. Buildings soar skyward, mimicking the grace of the cascading falls, with many boasting their own man-made waterfalls that shimmer in the sunlight, weaving a seamless blend of nature and innovation. As the skyline flourishes with unique skyscrapers, each one tells a story of the diverse cultures that have converged upon Westborough, transforming it from a place of monotony to a vibrant melting pot. With a population of nine million, the city pulsates with life, where the aroma of countless cuisines wafts through bustling streets, and the echoes of laughter spill from arcades, bakeries, and bistros. Here, every corner reveals a new adventure, whether wandering through the lush national park or basking in the lively atmosphere of the many recreational venues that define the city's spirit. At the heart of this dynamic landscape lies the prestigious academy, a revered institution where the finest warriors are forged. As the latest cohort prepares to step into the world as guild members, a tall boy stands at the castle steps, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His black hair catches the sunlight, framing a face marked by a fierce determination and a touch of youthful impatience. Giant elk-like horns crown his head, and a small black tail sways behind him, a testament to his unique heritage. Clad in intricately crafted armor of gold and red, adorned with the scars of past battles, he wields two battle axes that gleam with promise. With big, round blue eyes that seem to shimmer with an inner light, this young warrior stands on the precipice of destiny, ready to carve his place in the ever-evolving saga of Westborough.

Suddenly, a voice broke the tranquil spell, piercing through the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his cloak woven from the midnight sky, adorned with twinkling stars that seemed to pulse with life.

"The missions start today, but Liah is nowhere to be seen—" he stated, concern etched across his chiseled features. The little fawn boy, with his delicate antlers sprouting like budding branches and eyes as bright as the sky, turned to face the man. His ears perked up, catching every word with keen interest.

The man next to him smiled, his, Red, shoulder-length hair hung over his chiseled, lively face. Shuttered gray eyes, A gunshot left a mark stretching from just under the right eyebrow , running towards the other eye and ending on his left nostril leaves a bittersweet memory of reclaimed honor.

"Liah, she isn't here.." he stated, his voice more stoic, folding his arms behind his back, "...can you go get her, boy." he stated with slight authority.

"Yes sir!" With a jump to his step, he started down the trail of the city, his tail bounced as he kept the brisk jog.

Just out of the city was the town, Designed on the Northern side of a stream, the city of Fool's March is home to pirates lead by the city.

This town wasn't built by a stream by accident, as it has hidden tunnels, which is of great importance to the people of Fool's March and its success.

The city itself looks beautiful. With its willow wood rooftops, birch wood walls and ambient light of nearby lava streams, Fool's March has a pleasant atmosphere.

The main attraction is the watermill, which was built 69 years ago and designed by the barbarians.

With a trot the boy passed through the town, waving and smiling at those around, "Good morning!" He chirped on his way through.

People chimed back waving and smiling, "mornin delta!" They responded happily.

The fawn got to an old wooden door, the house itself was small but absolutely beautiful, he knocked with a brisk motion as he swayed waiting for the door.