A Looming Wall

Chapter One: Creath

I walked the busy streets of Creath in silence. Draped in a brown leather cloak, I hid myself rather well. I would boast about how my idea was genious, however that would ruin my plan and I would either gain attention or be thrown in jail. Neither was fun. Ah, how blissful and ignorant these townsfolk are.
Sorry, I should explain. Otherwise, your historybooks will get nothing out of this. My name is Reed and I live in the communist country of Creath. We are dictated (no I can't say that aloud or I'll get executed) by our wonderful king, Krankneis. The Creans of course don't know this and why would they? Krankneis made sure he put us in a snowglobe that kept only beauty inside, no trash from his evil sins leaking into that dome. Of course, everything has a flaw. I am that imperfection, the black ink that made its way onto your almost perfect painting. I am the one that will save these blind sheep and rebel against the shepard.
Huh? Why am I staying hidden? Ah, that. How could I forget such an important detail...First, I need to explain Creath a little further.
Our religion is given to a tyrant of a God (most befitting of Krankneis). This God is formally beckoned by the name of Zultan. Honestly, I never was into religion. Never have I ever thought Zultan was real even as hard as my parents tried to force me to believe. They always were nervious and worried for me, I always had to remind and demonstrate how cunning and intelligent I was as a kid. In Creath you are only allowed to have one child, if you are spotted with more they execute the youth on the spot. Anyway, we give sacrifices to Zultan. No, no. Not food or gold or any other luxury. We give up live humans. Krankneis claims that long ago Zultan was trapped in a maze to fight off monsters to gain immortality. In respect of him, we send someone into that exact maze annually. We never hear about that selected person ever. To be honest, everyone assumes they're dead. For all I know, they are. Anyway, that's why I'm trying to stay hidden. I have the key to freeing us. To keeping us alive. The less noticable I am the lower the chance of getting chosen for the sacrifice.