The Long Way Forward.

Chapter 3: For those who need.

The sound of the bell echoed through the city twelve times, the number of people walking the streets was already large and with that it only doubled. Many people leave their jobs in the direction of the main market in the city, in the various shops that fill the streets of this part of the city there are many restaurants or even stalls with fast food.

- We'll be back when the bell rings twice, Mr. Carveilgh.

Said a human boy looking twenty-three years old, he was accompanied by three other people and they all wore garments of the same color, as a type of uniform.

- Don't be in a hurry, enjoy your rest and if you see something tasty you can bring it to me.

Said Carveilgh unconcerned and watching the group leave the city laughing at the mayor's request. He goes back to doing his job checking a huge book.

This check is part of his routine, he should check at the end of the month who has already taken the life test and who is still missing, he does not do it alone, of course, but he is responsible for at least six hundred people so normally this process takes about two days to be done, on the first day he checked the book that was called the book of life, it is as thick as the one he reads at the moment, but its cover has a blue color.

This book however has a red cover and is nicknamed the death gate, because all the names written in this book are of people who have not yet come to the city hall to confirm that they are alive.

The confirmation process is very simple, you just have to go to the city hall once a month or between twenty-eight and thirty-two days after your last check to confirm that you are still alive. The person then should pierce the finger and leave her mark under her name or in rare cases this person would leave a signature.

As he watched this book, a name and signature caught his eye.

- Namira Ruincliff, how long has it been? He said with concern in his voice. It is not strange for him to take names from the Gate of Death for the third book that records the death of the inhabitants of the city, but even though they had talked for such a short time, something enchanted him and he began to treat her like an old acquaintance.

- I think it's been twenty-nine days, I hope that girl is fine, she seems to be a good person and it's always good to have people like that in a city like ours. He said roaring his thoughts.

- I'm glad you feel that way about me, I think I made a good first impression on you. Namira's delicate and gentle voice echoes like a song in the now almost empty hall of the city hall.

- Miss Namira! Good to see you are well. He said excitedly and with a faint smile as he reached out and greeted the young woman with flame-like hair.

Both shake hands and enthusiastically Carlveigh asks her to sit in a chair in the hall and asks her to tell what happened during that period.

- Well, I'll start with the most basic. My house is finished, of course, it is not the final project, but enough so that I can live without problems.

The house she described is the equivalent of a simple one-room cabin. A simple bed in a corner of the house with a mattress made of aromatic leaves and Ourigh skin, a table that up to four people could have their meals with two benches with backs on each side, on one side wall an improvised stone stove and clay and in the corner parallel to the bed a work table.

- You really are proficient in diverse knowledge, it's really hard be capable to manage do all this alone.

- One of the advantages of having spent many years in isolation with my family, my parents taught me and my brothers everything. So whenever I stay in a city I register as a handyman.